There was a table in the center of the huge living room, which looked like a European aristocrat having lunch. The whole living room was filled with bodyguards and servants, surrounding the two of them in the center.
Meng Yan felt the eyes of various colors coming from all directions, feeling uncomfortable all over, and subconsciously cut a piece of bread with a fork like a steak and stuffed it into his mouth.
This was the first time he had breakfast and encountered such a big battle. If he didn't know Zhou Yaoyao's true situation, Meng Yan would have completely thought that he was having breakfast with some Burmese dignitary.
"Pfft, what are you doing? How can you cut bread with a knife and fork?" Zhou Yaoyao, who was sitting at the opposite table, looked at Meng Yan sitting upright, couldn't help laughing, and threw a piece of broken bread into her mouth.
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Meng Yan glanced at Zhou Yaoyao with some admiration.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"What's wrong with you? If you drink red wine as beer, they won't say anything." Zhou Yaoyao pointed at the servants surrounding her and said jokingly to Meng Yan.
Seeing Zhou Yaoyao's comfortable look, Meng Yan understood that this person must have experienced many battles and had long been used to it.
"These people, if you go out with me later, will you follow them?" Meng Yan asked.
"Of course not, they are only responsible for protecting my residence."
After seeing Meng Yan finish eating, a servant came forward to wipe his hands.
"Um..." Meng Yan felt his hands hurt a little when he squeezed them. He looked up and saw the servant staring at him with an unkind look on his face.
"Miss, please let go. It hurts a little bit."
Hearing what Meng Yan said, the servant who wiped his hands said with a sharp smile.
"Sir, Miss Zhou is very important to our jade shop. As her friend, she must be sincere, right? Please make sure to protect her, sir."
Meng Yan felt that she was holding his hand harder and nodded quickly.
It seemed that this group of people had some objections to Zhou Yaoyao suddenly leading a strange man home.
At this moment, Meng Yan's cell phone rang suddenly. Meng Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up the phone to answer the call.
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Meng Yan, I have arrived in Myanmar."
Meng Yan looked at the phone screen and saw that the caller was Li Hua.
"Brother, you..."
"Stop talking, there are a few people following me. I will go to your place to find you after I finish processing." Li Hua on the other end of the phone lowered his voice and said.
"Then I'll send you the address right away." Meng Yan was about to send Li Hua his location, but Li Hua's voice stopped him from the other end.
"No, my phone is probably locked, otherwise they wouldn't be able to catch me so quickly. I'll throw the phone away after this call. Don't send any messages."
"I know how to get to your location. I'll go there in the evening after I've taken care of things here."
Meng Yan wanted to say something else, but suddenly there was a burst of gunfire from Li Hua's side, and then he hung up the phone.
Meng Yan called again, but no one answered.
"Oops..." Meng Yan felt a flash of anxiety in his heart.
Zhou Yaoyao, who was across the table, saw that Meng Yan, who had been calm and composed just now, suddenly looked nervous. She couldn't help but move closer and asked.
"Meng Yan, what's going on? Who is on the phone?"
Meng Yan looked up at Zhou Yaoyao, a flash of light suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she handed over the phone.
"Ms. Zhou, can you trace the location of the phone call just now?"
Zhou Yaoyao took the phone and looked at Meng Yan doubtfully.
"It's possible, but it only has a rough range of one kilometer. If you want to accurately locate it, you have to lock it when it's connected."
"One kilometer is enough." Meng Yan said.
"This is a very important person to me. He saved my daughter's life."
Zhou Yaoyao looked at the people around her and waved.
"You guys go down first."
After the people around dispersed, Zhou Yaoyao stood up and said to Meng Yan.
"Follow me."
Passing through a path with blocked windows, Zhou Yaoyao led Meng Yan down a spiral staircase and down to the basement.
An underground information warfare base filled with various computer equipment appeared in front of Meng Yan.
"Call your friend again and put your phone on this thing." Zhou Yaoyao casually took a metal box that could just jam Meng Yan's phone and handed it to Meng Yan.
Meng Yan dialed the number and put the phone up.
Zhou Yaoyao was typing a series of codes quickly on the keyboard beside her. The computer screen in front of her quickly displayed English numbers that made Meng Yan dizzy just by looking at them.
After a long while, with Zhou Yaoyao's crisp Enter key, she turned back and said to Meng Yan.
"It's done."
"North Myanmar Airport, within one kilometer."
"Let me borrow your car." Meng Yan said.
"You don't need to go, it might be dangerous. Someone is chasing my friend, and they have guns."
As Meng Yan said this, she discovered that Zhou Yaoyao had taken out an Uzi submachine gun from somewhere and several magazines.
Lifting her legs high and stepping on the table next to her, Zhou Yaoyao tied the magazine to the root of her thigh and tore a circle of the tens-of-thousand-dollar designer skirt in order to facilitate the removal of the magazine.
Now it's miniskirts.
Meng Yan moved her eyes away from the looming part of Zhou Yaoyao's skirt: "If something happens to you, I, Wu Tianyong, can't explain it."
"My coming to Myanmar these past few years has not been in vain. I can protect myself well!" Zhou Yaoyao skillfully inserted the submachine gun into the gun belt on her thigh and said.
"If something happens to you, who will help me pay off my debt?"
After saying that, Zhou Yaoyao grabbed Meng Yan's wrist and walked outside.
Driving the red Porsche 911, Zhou Yaoyao drove Meng Yan through the barren mountains and took shortcuts.
Northern Myanmar Airport.
"arrive."
Zhou Yaoyao braked suddenly and parked the car on the side of the road.
Meng Yan held her head, got out of the car in a daze, picked up her phone and checked the time.
Half an hour.
Considering that Zhou Yaoyao did not take the expressway during the entire journey, this seems to make sense.
After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, the dizziness in Meng Yan's mind faded away like a tide. He looked around at the quiet streets around him and couldn't help but feel a little vigilant in his heart.
Logically speaking, the North Myanmar Airport is one of the few airports in Myanmar that can accommodate foreign flights. At around nine o'clock in the morning, there should be a lot of people here.
Even though the place where Meng Yan and the others got off the bus was several blocks away from the core area of the airport, it was not deserted.
"Meng Yan, follow me." Zhou Yaoyao drew out her submachine gun and stood in front of Meng Yan like a Valkyrie.
Following Zhou Yaoyao's footsteps, after turning around a few small alleys, the smell of blood suddenly appeared in the air.