Chapter 817 - 815: Not Even Bones Remain

People, once they become complacent, tend to get into trouble.

For example, the person in front of him was just like that.

His mind was consumed by greed, so he didn’t notice the scene behind him, of course, even if he did notice, he wouldn’t have discovered anything.

Behind him followed a man wearing an invisibility suit, his face stern, his refined brows and eyes radiating coldness, it was Bo Yimo, who should have perished in that recent bomb explosion.

Bo Yimo moved agilely through the jungle, maintaining a distance that was neither too near nor too far from the person in front.

The corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

Did they think he would fall into the trap?

They clearly underestimated him.

Bo Yimo was once a top-notch expert in the special forces, with a strong capability for reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance. His sudden resignation was a loss to the country, which had always regretted it.

From the moment he stepped into the drug den, he knew he was being watched. It was a setup from the beginning.

The person in front ran swiftly, making twists and turns, while Bo Yimo followed closely, neither too fast nor too slow. Even after covering so much ground, he remained composed, showing no signs of panting, calm as ever.

After walking for a very long time, he finally saw the destination not far ahead.

Bo Yimo’s gaze deepened, heavily guarded by soldiers, each one robust and muscular, wearing camouflage uniforms, armed with the latest pistols and medium-sized submachine guns, with even two tanks behind. This was a military camp, identifiable by the flags as special forces from M Country stationed there.

Have the drug syndicates colluded with the M Country military?

Now, that’s a troublesome situation.

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The Bo Family mansion.

Old Master Bo was angered watching Tong Yan stand there dumbfounded. After explaining so much, how could she still stand there like an idiot? Did she really want to be thrown out? If it reached that point, it would end badly.

Old Master Bo was about to speak when the phone rang.

A servant answered the call, said a few words, and handed the phone to Old Master Bo, "Master, it’s for you."

Old Master Bo put down his cane, sat in the Taishi chair, holding the phone in one hand, and spinning three jade balls in the other, appearing leisurely and comfortable, with a deep voice, "What’s the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Whatever was said on the other end of the line caused Old Master Bo’s expression to change, becoming somber. His eyes, full of authority, suddenly deepened. After a long while, he finally asked, "Is it true? I can’t believe this. Are you taking advantage of my old age to bully me?"

"Yes, Old Master, it’s absolutely true."

As soon as the words dropped, Old Master Bo’s hand loosened, the jade ball fell to the ground, making a loud and crisp sound.

Instantly, the atmosphere became oppressive, even time seemed to come to a standstill.

The powerful presence and pressure were overwhelming, the servants around dared not move, not even daring to take a breath.

Tong Yan, sensing something, quickly stepped forward, regardless of what Old Master Bo might think of her, she grabbed the phone directly, "What did you just say? Say it again."

The person on the phone muttered about a woman’s voice but was unsure of her relation to Old Master Bo. Since she was able to take Old Master Bo’s call, their relationship must be significant, possibly even a Bo Family heiress.

So, informing her shouldn’t be an issue. Otherwise, if she got angry and Old Master Bo blamed him, he couldn’t bear it.

With this in mind, the person on the other end repeated, "We just received news that Bo Yimo, Young Master Bo, perished in the explosion, leaving no remains."