Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 137

"I'm giving you two one last chance to defend yourselves."

Sleepless Palace KTV.

"Die to love-if not to the fullest, you won't be happy-"

Yan Xie walked into the box, waved the waiter to retreat, and then closed the door with his backhand. The voices in the corridor outside, which sounded like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, suddenly became quieter.

There were a few empty wine bottles scattered on the coffee table, and cigarette butts and lemon peels were scattered on the other half of the table. Yang Mei curled up on the sofa with her bare feet and one hand resting on her forehead. Her hair was loose, and the mink fur slid off her snow-white shoulders and spread out on the armrest of the sofa.

"How's the situation?" As soon as the door was closed, she immediately raised her red and swollen eyes and asked hoarsely.

Yan Xie didn't answer. He picked up the half-remaining wine bottle, cut a small slice of lemon, and stuffed it into the mouth of the bottle. Then he took two sips before wiping his mouth and shaking his head.

Yang Mei sat up straight: "What do you mean?"

"There was news from Myanmar that the Shan State local police who surrounded the temple in the Kutkai mountain area were counterattacked during the roundup, causing heavy casualties, and Jin Jie and the others escaped."

Yan Mei's face turned pale.

"Wu Tun was taken away by the King of Spades, and Jiang Ting was also there."

The box was dead silent. Yang Mei's lips with faded lipstick trembled slightly, only to see Yan Xie, who was standing in the middle of the room, drinking the whole bottle of wine in one gulp before emptying the bottle. Then the bottle was gently placed on the coffee table.

"Drink less, don't stay up late, and eat more." Yan Xie said calmly, "Your body is yours, so you have to take good care of it."

"...Aren't you in a hurry?" Yang Mei asked tremblingly in disbelief: "Brother Jiang fell into the den of drug traffickers. I don't know what he is going through at this moment. He may be exposed at any time. Once he reveals a flaw, it may be worse than death... You're not even in a hurry? You can still eat and sleep?! Do you know how perverted and terrifying this King of Spades is?! He is a born sociopath-"

"I know. But there is nothing we can do; you have to recognize this fact."

Yang Mei stared at Yan Xie as if she had never known him.

"The most difficult thing for people is to accept their own incompetence. No matter how anxious we are-so much so that we can't even eat or sleep-we can't improve the situation in the slightest. There are always things people do in which you can't help; taking care of yourself is the greatest comfort to them."

Yang Mei's red eyes became wet again: "But, but..."

Yan Xie sighed, stretched his hand over the coffee table, and rubbed Yang Mei's messy hair.

"Only by forcing yourself to be in the best condition at all times can you seize the opportunity when it comes. Even if it is just a tiny bit, it may be the final opportunity to turn around. Do you understand?"

Yang Mei sat in a daze. Yan Xie smiled and stood up again.

Compared with the time when Yang Mei first met Yan Xie, he had changed a lot. Yang Mei still remembered his handsomeness and unruliness, along with his windy walk, when he took out the Swiss army knife and stabbed it on the top of the bar, saying that if he ordered a Bloody Mary, would they pour him a glass of black dog blood right away. Shocking arrogance overflowed from every pore of his body, and he was like an automatic luminous body wherever he went in the luxurious nightclub.