Chapter 1998: The Oppression is Too Severe

"The harder you suppress him, the more violently he will rebound. Do you think this is good for you?"

"But I have already taken a step away from home; I can no longer bear it." An'er sighed and said, "So, I sought out Mr. Chen today precisely to ask him to resolve this problem for me."

"You are being too hasty." Chen Yu shook his head and said, "Ming Lun should already be sensing the crisis."

"Moreover, he should have built up his own forces over these years, so this imprisonment shouldn't be able to hold him for long."

"Correct, he already has his own forces." An'er nodded slightly and said, "Imprisoning him this time is merely an expedient measure."

"If he isn't released within 72 hours, I fear some of his loyal subordinates will start making trouble."

"A very capable person." Chen Yu said, "Isn't what you are doing just to force his hand?"

"Yes... to force his hand." An'er nodded slightly and said, "All this time, he has always shown me a submissive and obedient appearance."

"But I know he has great ambition, and this time, I want him to reveal that ambition himself."

"Don't you think you are being a bit too hasty? Being too rigid leads to breaking." Chen Yu shook his head, expressing his deep lack of understanding regarding An'er's approach.

"It is not being too hasty, but rather that the time left for me is truly running out." An'er sighed: "His ambition is already being displayed without reservation."

The Dungeon of the Commander Mansion is always devoid of daylight.

Because An'er's previous hostility was very heavy, anyone who opposed him would be captured and locked up here.

And in most cases, once someone was caught and brought here, there was basically no hope of leaving, so as soon as night fell, this place would be filled with gusts of eerie wind.

From time to time, vague black shadows would wander about, and the yin energy was extremely heavy.

Ming Lun was locked in just such a place; he stood in the dungeon with his hands behind his back, the food behind him completely untouched.

As An'er's foster son, even though he had been stripped of his military power and locked up here by An'er, he was still different from others.

Looking at the food alone, his steak and red wine were no different from those in high-end restaurants outside.

"Lord Ming Lun, why haven't you touched your food? Is it not to your taste? Shall I go outside now and find a Michelin chef to cook for you on the spot?" A warden walked over and said respectfully.

"No need, take these things away." Ming Lun shook his head slowly; he truly had no mood to eat right now: "Also, when will my subordinate, Bageer, arrive?"

"I have already passed on your message, he should be here soon, but..." The warden hesitated at this point.

"I don't like people who stutter when they speak. If you have something to say, just say it directly." Ming Lun frowned, clearly displeased.

"It's just that Mr. An'er has ordered that no one is allowed to see you in private, so he might not be able to get in," the warden said.

Ming Lun slammed a heavy fist against the wall, his face gradually becoming ferocious: "Fine, he keeps telling me that I am his own son and that his entire future belongs to me."

"But now? He guards against me and has stripped me of all my power. Heh, this hypocrite, are you even qualified to believe in Buddha?"

"Mr. Ming Lun, if you have any instructions, I can handle them for you," the warden said, implying more than his words suggested.

Ming Lun glanced at the warden: "I have been stripped of everything now. Are you really willing to work for me?"

"I am willing." The warden nodded.

"The reason?" Ming Lun asked.

"Lord An'er is old." The warden was silent for a moment and said: "Although no one has said it explicitly, I think everyone knows in their hearts that he cannot stay in this position for much longer."

"Everything in the future will be yours, Mr. Ming Lun."

"Is that why you want to work for me?" Ming Lun smiled: "I am locked up, and I don't know what my future will be."

"This is only temporary. In fact, many people within the Red Skull think highly of you," the warden said respectfully: "I also believe that it won't be long before you walk out of here."

"Haha, you have such confidence in me?" Ming Lun laughed heartily, then turned back and said: "What do you want?"

"I just want... after you have obtained everything, to have me transferred out of this place devoid of daylight," the warden said: "I'll do anything, as long as I don't stay here."

"Is it that simple?" Ming Lun felt it was somewhat unbelievable.

"Yes, it is that simple, because I don't want to stay in this place where I hear crying every night anymore; too many people have died here." The warden sighed.

"My mental state is already abnormal. Even when I return home, I cannot fall asleep, because as soon as I sleep, I dream of returning to this place. It is terrifying."

"Have you not tried applying for a transfer? This is actually a very simple matter." Ming Lun said leisurely: "In fact, this matter is really not worth you taking such a big risk."

"I have tried countless times, but they were all rejected." The warden shook his head and sighed: "I have been following An'er for ten years."

"He said I am more suited to this place, so he has never transferred me away, but he doesn't understand what I want."

"Ten years." Ming Lun sighed: "You gave him your best ten years, and now that you are just making a small request of him, he won't even agree to it?"

"Yes, and it's not just me; this situation has happened to many people." The warden nodded and said: "So we all feel that he is old, and some things are truly no longer suitable for him."

Ming Lun paused and said: "Then his approach is indeed somewhat heartless. If it were me, I wouldn't be like that. I would find a way to satisfy all my subordinates' requests; even if I couldn't satisfy them for the moment, I would keep them in mind."

"Therefore, we need a young and upward-looking Commander who can see through everything, not a Commander who is old and doesn't understand anyone. An'er is already old; he is not fit to stay in this position."

"You speak well. Do something for me." Ming Lun smiled: "Find a way to get Bageer in; I have important things to entrust to him."

"Whether I can escape and whether your wish can be realized depends on this time."

"Very well, my lord, I will do it for you immediately." The warden bowed deeply and then left.

Before long, a burly Western man was called in; he was Ming Lun's most trusted subordinate, Bageer.