Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

137: Chapter 137 is a very important chapter!The next few chapters will have some bed scenes with Mu Xue.

Damn, I’ve written too much serious plot these past few days; I almost forgot my main job.

I’m Sponge, a suggestive content author; how can I write a serious plot!

Sorry!

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The Bald Man gestured, spit flying everywhere, ”I walked for a whole day! I’ve got blisters on my soles! And I was clever about it; I looked back every few steps, squatted down to tie my shoelaces, pretended to buy things—I used every trick in the book. In the end, even I almost didn’t know where I was, let alone anyone trying to follow! It’s absolutely impossible!”

”Good!” The Bald-headed Man gave a rare, heartfelt word of praise, slapping the Bald Man’s shoulder hard with his fan-like hand, ”I guess you’ve finally grown a brain this time, clever enough!”

This praise made the Bald Man grin.

”Fortunately, I used to do farm work in the countryside all day; otherwise, no one else could have walked for so long!” the Bald Man said, patting his chest confidently.

However, the praise on the Bald-headed Man’s face only lasted for a moment before being replaced by a deeper sense of urgency.

He grabbed the handles of two heavy backpacks, one in each hand, and spoke rapidly: ”We can’t stay in this shitty place anymore. The longer we wait, the more things can go wrong. Let’s get out of here!”

”Brother-in-law, then... what about the kid inside?” The Bald Man pointed toward the dark depths of the unfinished building, where Brother Bufan lay, knocked out by anesthesia, his life or death unknown.

”Why bother with him?” The Bald-headed Man didn’t even think about it. ”Ever since you gave him that injection, he hasn’t moved. Whether he lives or dies is up to fate. Anyway, we’ve got the money; he’s just a burden now, and taking him along would be a disaster. Dead or alive... isn’t it all the same to him now?”

His logic was simple and cruel: a hostage’s value lay in the ransom; once the ransom was in hand, the hostage became a nuisance to be dealt with, possibly even evidence that could expose them.

The best way to handle it was to leave him where he was and let him fend for himself.

As for conscience? In the face of this huge sum of money and their own safety, it seemed insignificant.

The two said no more, not even bothering to clean up the cigarette butts or other traces left behind. The Bald-headed Man carried the money, followed closely by the Bald Man. Like two ghostly shadows merging into the night, they quickly left the abandoned building and got into the old van hidden in the bushes further away.

The engine gave a suppressed low growl, and the car bumped onto the potholed dirt road, soon disappearing into the heavy curtain of night, leaving only the cold building and a forgotten, unconscious ”Dragon King” inside.

The night wind blew through the empty windows, making a whimpering sound.

On the other side, near a still brightly lit commercial street in City A, Dragon Two stood at a relatively hidden alley entrance, her brow furrowed, her sharp gaze scanning the flowing crowd and traffic like a probe.

She had already changed out of her overly conspicuous casual clothes and was now wearing an unremarkable dark hoodie with the brim pulled low. However, the cold aura around her that warned others not to approach and the suppressed anxiety in her eyes still made her seem out of place among the relaxed night-goers.

She had lost him.

This realization added another thick layer of gloom to her heart.

Assassination, raids, and frontal combat were her specialties, but long-term street tracking and counter-surveillance were not areas where she excelled most.

That Bald Man carrying the money, who looked a bit dim-witted, had been like a slippery loach all day, weaving erratically through busy commercial districts, crowded bus lines, and maze-like old alleys.

He barely used the restroom, didn’t stay in any one place for long, followed random and illogical routes, and occasionally doubled back or ducked into crowded malls, sometimes even coming out in a different jacket.

This behavioral pattern, seemingly clumsy but actually extremely taxing on patience and easy to shake off a tail, was clearly a sign of basic counter-tracking training in Dragon Two’s eyes, definitely not the quality of an ordinary kidnapper.

But why did the Dragon King lie to me, saying the other party wasn’t from this circle?

This question was like a thorn in her heart. Was the Dragon King, while being held captive, still trying to protect something by passing on false information?

Or was the other party’s level of disguise something even the Dragon King couldn’t see through for a moment?

The Dragon King Hall had recently been in a delicate and critical period. Several major international affairs had tied up most of its elite forces. The only one who could be immediately dispatched and had the ability to handle the shocking matter of ”the Dragon King being kidnapped” was indeed only Dragon Two herself.

If the real tracking and intelligence experts from the Hall were here, perhaps... but there were no ”ifs” in reality.

It had only been two years since Brother Bufan ascended to the position of Dragon King. Although he had stabilized the situation with an iron fist and extraordinary strength, the undercurrents within the Hall had never subsided.

The forces of the older generation, external enemies watching like tigers, internal ambitious people waiting for a chance... if news of his disappearance or even death were confirmed, the Dragon King Hall would surely fall into a terrible power vacuum and bloody infighting, which would be devastating.

In the vast sea of people, the trail was broken, and the kidnappers were like drops of water in the ocean. Would they really keep their word and release him?

Or... had they already killed the hostage?

All sorts of worst-case scenarios churned in her mind, making her breathing involuntarily quicken, her fingers gripping her phone turning slightly white from the force.

Just as this anxiety was almost overflowing—

”Buzz... buzz...”

The encrypted phone in her hand, used for emergency contact, suddenly lit up and vibrated. It displayed a completely unfamiliar local number.

Dragon Two’s heart tightened, and her pupils constricted.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she pressed the phone to her ear at the fastest speed, her thumb already moved to another shortcut key that could start location tracking and recording backup.

”...”

First, there was a burst of noisy static and blurred ambient sounds that seemed to come from very far away. Then, a hoarse, dry voice that sounded as if it were being squeezed from the bottom of a cracked riverbed, extremely weak and word by word, reported a location—a more specific landmark near that remote unfinished building area.

It was the Dragon King’s voice! Although extremely weak, Dragon Two would never mistake it!

”Dragon King?! Dragon King, how are you? Is the location correct? Can you hear me?”

Dragon Two asked urgently into the mouthpiece, her words coming out like bullets.

However, only a burst of meaningless, heavy panting—as if he had used up his last bit of strength—came from the other end of the phone, and then the communication stopped abruptly, leaving only a busy tone.

There was no time to analyze the authenticity of this call, no time to think if this might be another trap.

A cold light burst from Dragon Two’s eyes. All hesitation and anxiety were instantly cast aside, replaced by near-instinctive action.

She shoved the phone back into her pocket, and her body shot out like an arrow from a bow, sprinting toward the location reported on the phone!

The hood of her hoodie was blown off by the strong wind, but she had no time to care. She only increased her speed to the limit, turning into a blurred shadow on the night-shrouded street, nimbly avoiding pedestrians and jumping over obstacles.

The night wind whistled in her ears, and the city’s neon lights stretched into colorful lines beside her. She didn’t know what was waiting for her—a dying Dragon King or a carefully laid death trap.

But no matter what, she had to get there.

When the Dragon King decided to infiltrate Huaxia in person, Dragon Two had strongly opposed it. The water in this land was too deep, and the rules were strict, far from being a place where they could do as they pleased like in some overseas regions.

Unfortunately, Brother Bufan went his own way and did not listen to her advice.

Sure enough, the thing she worried about most had happened.

But she had no way back and no room for resentment.

Years ago, her entire family had been slaughtered by enemies. It was Brother Bufan, who had not yet ascended to the position of Dragon King, who had used his ruthlessness and loyalty to carve out a bloody path for her, killing the enemies with his own hands and avenging her deep-seated hatred.

From that day on, her life was destined to be returned to him.

The Dragon King Hall was her shelter, and Brother Bufan was the person she had to serve unto death.

Relying on her precise memory of the address and her far-beyond-ordinary physical strength, Dragon Two rushed to that desolate unfinished building area at top speed.

She searched anxiously near the abandoned phone booth and finally, in a leeward corner of a wall, she saw Brother Bufan curled up on the ground—wearing only a pair of close-fitting boxers, his skin covered in purple bruises from ropes and red spots from mosquito bites, his hair messy, his lips dry and peeling, unconscious, looking wretched and miserable to the extreme.

Dragon Two’s heart tightened. She quickly stepped forward and knelt, pressing two fingers together to check his breath—fortunately, although weak, the rhythm was steady and normal.

She quickly checked his pulse and major surface wounds. Aside from signs that the anesthesia had not fully metabolized and some flesh wounds, there seemed to be no fatal injuries.

She immediately took off her jacket and carefully covered Brother Bufan with it, then took out another phone and began to arrange for backup and medical support in a low, urgent voice.

...

A few days later.

In the study of the Su Family villa, the atmosphere was peaceful.

Su Bai was flipping through a casual book. After listening to Uncle Fu’s report, he raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of expected amusement: ”Oh? The Nangong Family can’t sit still already? They lasted a few more days than I thought.”

”Yes, Young Master.”

Uncle Fu stood before the desk, his posture respectful but his tone steady. ”Several core industries and major debts of the Nangong Family overseas have already been effectively acquired or taken over by the Master using his connections, through multiple layers of cross-shareholding and offshore companies. Their capital chain has completely broken. Mr. Nangong called personally just now, his wording was quite... urgent, pleading for you to go over for a talk.”

”Not bad, they held out quite well.”

Su Bai closed the book, tossed it aside, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

The Protagonist Brother Bufan’s plan to transfer funds and gold from overseas had been cut off halfway by him, and the Nangong Family had lost its most critical life-saving straw.

Now, this trapped beast in a desperate situation urgently needed to find a new, sturdy tree to lean on, and looking at City A or even the whole country, the Su Family was undoubtedly the best, and perhaps the only, choice.

”Young Master, do you... plan to go?” Uncle Fu hesitated slightly but still asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

According to the established strategy and the current advantageous situation, they could completely sit back and relax, simply waiting for the Nangong Family to exhaust their last bit of strength and be forced to hand over their domestic assets and projects.

This ripe fruit would fall into the Su Family’s basket sooner or later; there was really no need to put himself in danger at this time.

”Go, why not?” Su Bai stood up, stretched his wrists, his eyes clear. ”Just waiting for the fruit to fall is boring. If I don’t go and see for myself, how can I make them ’willingly’ and proactively transfer everything that can be moved safely under Mu Xue’s name?”

His goal was never just to devour the Nangong Family, but also to take this opportunity to push Mu Xue into the position of the actual controller of the Nangong Family, completing his seemingly casual but far-reaching layout.

Uncle Fu’s concern deepened. He took half a step forward, his voice lowered with a seasoned reminder: ”Young Master, if I may be blunt, the Nangong Family is desperate right now. This invitation is likely... a trap. It has the flavor of the Hongmen Banquet where Xiang Yu invited Liu Bang. Their original plan might have been to slowly tie you down with Miss Mu Xue, using affection and the marriage contract as leverage. But these days, you haven’t had much contact with Miss Mu Xue, their plans have failed, and with the sudden overseas pressure, they might be driven to desperation and take a risk.”

Hearing this, Su Bai didn’t fear but laughed instead, his laughter carrying a calm sense of control: ”Uncle Fu, you remember your stories well. But didn’t Liu Bang eventually come out alive and win the world?”

He walked to the window, looking at the neatly trimmed garden outside, his tone casual but firm, ”Besides, does the Nangong Family even deserve to be called Xiang Yu?”

He turned around, his eyes sharp and calm: ”Get ready, prepare the car. We’re going to the Nangong Family. I want to see what cards they have left and how they intend to play them.”

The Nangong Family villa.

As soon as Su Bai’s car stopped in the courtyard, he saw Mr. Nangong waiting personally at the bottom of the grand curved steps of the main house.

His face was covered in a warm smile as he hurried forward, his voice loudly and deliberately jovial: ”Oh! Little Su! I’ve finally been looking forward to your arrival! What big business have you been busy with lately? Why haven’t you come by the house to sit for a while and play with our Mu Xue? Young people should visit more often!”

As he spoke, he enthusiastically patted Su Bai’s arm, but his eyes scanned Su Bai’s face like searchlights.

”Uncle Nangong is too polite,” Su Bai replied with a proper, slight smile, his response neither fast nor slow. ”It’s nothing, just some schoolwork to deal with, just busy with nonsense.”

His tone was relaxed, parrying the other’s deliberate closeness with ease.

Mr. Nangong personally led Su Bai inside, while a servant nearby respectfully opened the heavy double-leaf carved wooden doors.

Entering the high-ceilinged hall, Su Bai’s gaze seemed to casually scan the magnificent but faintly old-fashioned interior. As if suddenly remembering, he asked offhandedly, ”Why don’t I see Mu Xue? Is she not at home?”

”Oh, Mu Xue,” Mr. Nangong’s smile remained unchanged, but a quick, inscrutable look flashed through his eyes. He sighed, his tone becoming sentimental. ”This child is kind-hearted and nostalgic. She said she wanted to go back to see her adoptive parents today and will come over later. Well, being filial is a good thing, and we, as parents, are also gratified.”

He said this with deep sincerity, as if he completely accepted and appreciated Mu Xue’s feelings for her old home. But as he spoke, he seemingly unintentionally turned his body slightly toward a confidant standing in the shadows not far away, giving a barely perceptible look that was clearly a command.