Stunning CEO's pretty wife

Chapter 42
Chiang Mai is the second largest city in Thailand, with beautiful scenery, flowers and plants everywhere, beautiful natural environment and cool climate. It is a famous holiday resort and is known as one of the most charming cities in Asia.

The Bupa Rang Temple in Chiang Mai is one of the most famous local temples. It has a history of more than 300 years. The front door gives people a sigh of old age. Walking on the path between the two courtyards, nostalgia for the past emerges spontaneously.

At this time, outside the Bupa Rang Temple, more than a dozen strong men dressed in black and wearing sunglasses stood on both sides of the temple gate. Their waists were bulging, and the outlines of guns could be clearly seen through the corners of their clothes.

There are a row of luxury cars parked outside, and people in camouflage outfits with submachine guns are walking around, responsible for security work. The bustling Bupa Rang Temple seems to be occupied by these people today, and pilgrims flocked in the past , Today also disappeared.

At the gate of the temple, a man in a tropical floral T-shirt was holding a satellite phone and chattering. After a while, his expression changed, and he looked surprised, and hurriedly turned his head and walked towards the temple. .

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Inside the Daxiong Palace, it was empty, except for a middle-aged man wearing a white coarse cloth coat, who knelt piously under the incense table, put his hands together, and bowed respectfully to the Buddha, chanting something, but I don’t know what he was talking about.

The man in the floral T-shirt took a few steps, came behind the middle-aged man, lowered his voice, and said in a panicked tone: "Mr. Songpa, something happened. Just now, news came that Liu Qiming was shot dead in Linhai."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, glanced displeasedly and said: "Zapong, how many times have I told you, don't talk about such nonsense in front of the Buddha, this is the pure place of Buddhism."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the other party and continued to kneel down on his own, with a calm expression on his face. It could be seen that he was a devout Buddhist.

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In Thailand, followers of Buddhism account for more than 90.00% of the total population. It can be said that Buddhism has influenced all aspects of the Thai people. It is a traditional religion passed down from generation to generation in Thailand, and it is also the focus of Thai people's life.

Zapon retreated to the outside of the hall anxiously, walking around the door, looking very restless, as if something big had happened.

After a while, Sompa finished his obeisance to the Buddha and walked out slowly from the main hall. He was wearing a coarse cloth coat, a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes, black wide trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses. Gives a warm and humble feeling.

If you just look at his appearance, most people will definitely regard him as an uncle next door, he looks so amiable in his speech and demeanor.

But those who are familiar with Mr. Songpa's identity will know what a vicious and heroic heart is hidden under this seemingly very kind face.

Speaking of the name Sompa, except for a very few people in Thailand who know the inside story, few outsiders have heard of this seemingly ordinary Thai name, but if you mention his nickname-Eight-faced Buddha, it is popular all over Southeast Asia. A resounding gold signboard.

Mr. Sompa is a major drug lord in the Golden Triangle area on the Thai border. His status is equivalent to the world-famous drug king Kun Sa in the 90s. He has thousands of armed men with live ammunition and controls 50.00% of the drug trade in the entire Golden Triangle area. More than [-]% of No. [-] white noodles are scattered from him to various countries.

In the eyes of Interpol, the Eight-faced Buddha is a particularly mysterious drug lord. No one knows his true identity, and even the name Songpa is a pseudonym to conceal his true identity.

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When Mr. Songpa walked out of the hall, Zapon rushed forward impatiently and said in a low voice, "Mr. Songpa, Liu Qiming was shot dead. Our plan to establish a new bulk cargo channel in China has been seriously hindered."

"Oh, when did this happen?" Mr. Songpa asked as he walked. Just as he walked out of the door, the hand next to him raised a white umbrella to help him block the blazing sun.

"Three days ago, our people were going to pick him up at the port near the sea to take him to Mindanao, but he didn't show up at the appointed time. After many inquiries, we only got the exact news today."

Zapong was half a body behind Mr. Sompa. When speaking, his shoulders were raised slightly forward, his back was slightly bent, and his tone and attitude were very respectful.

"How did he die? Was he shot dead by the Huaxia police?" Mr. Songpa asked two questions with a flat expression, and then sighed slightly: "He and I have been working hard for the past few years. This person, with his ability Yes, but his temper is too arrogant, I told him long ago, don’t show your sharpness when you do things, there is China, not Thailand and Burma, so you can’t do it recklessly.”

Zhapeng shook his head and said: "According to the news just now, he was not killed by the Huaxia police. It is said that he was killed by Linhai's enemies because he was careless in seeking revenge."

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"what?"

Mr. Songpa, the Eight-faced Buddha, paused slightly, and a cold light flashed in his peaceful eyes. For people like them, if they were caught or shot dead by the police, they could only blame themselves for their bad lives, and no one had the courage Retaliate afterwards, but if he was killed by the enemy, the situation would be completely different.

A faint majesty radiated from his body, spreading in all directions with compelling pressure, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of Zapeng behind him, and his waist couldn't help but bend down a little .

"Everyone in Southeast Asia knows that Liu Qiming belongs to me. I never imagined that anyone would dare to attack him." Mr. Songpa said slowly, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

"Zapong, leave this matter to you. No matter what method you use, and no matter who the other party is, I want his whole family to be buried with Liu Qiming." After speaking, Mr. Songpa turned around and patted Zapong's shoulder lightly. , a hot color flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Songpa, I'll pick people right away and rush to Linhai, and I will definitely do this job beautifully." Zapong straightened his waist and promised firmly.

"In addition, think of a way to transport Liu Qiming's body back, arrange a grand funeral for him, and then send someone to his home to send a sum of money, and let people outside know that anyone who follows my Eight-faced Buddha, as long as you do it with all your heart." Do your best, and life, death, and burial will not be a problem."

While speaking, Mr. Songpa had already walked to the middle of the convoy. Zapon helped him open the door of the bulletproof car in the middle with great eyesight, put his hands up, and protected Songpa into the car.

(End of this chapter)