Afterwards, Basong briefly told Naqiu what happened last night.

The two chatted for a while, but Basong still didn't want Naqiu to stay for too long.

"Naqiu, with your concern, I won't let myself have something to do."

When they were about to part, Basong finally said what he said in his heart.

"Basong, you must protect yourself..."

After Na Qiu finished speaking, he tiptoed and kissed Basong lightly on his lips.

Basong also hugged Naqiu and responded enthusiastically.

After a while, the two of them slowly separated, and their faces felt a little hot.

Na Qiu really didn't want to leave, but she was also very sensible and knew she couldn't continue to stay.

A few minutes later, Tang Luo and Zhaolong sent Na Qiu out of the yard together.

"Ba Song, you still have any injuries. I'll go see Naqiu off."

Tang Luo noticed that Basong's injured arm was not very flexible and said.

"Then...then I'll ask you, Luo Ge."

Seeing this, Basong was not polite.

"Haha, what are you polite?"

Tang Luo smiled and got into the car first.

"Naqiu, one day, we will meet openly."

Basong said seriously.

"Yeah, I'll wait."

Naqiu nodded, stepped forward, hugged Basong, and turned around to the car.

Tang Luo started the car and left slowly. Na Qiu came out and waved to Basong.

A few minutes later, Tang Luo sent Na Qiu back to his previous position, and the two got out of the car.

"Mr. Tang, can I call you Luo Ge?"

Na Qiu looked at Tang Luo and asked.

"Of course, Basong and I are brothers. I call you Naqiu, and you call you Luo Ge, haha."

Tang Luo smiled.

"Yeah, Luo Ge, can I ask you something?"

Naqiu said seriously.

"Do you want me to protect Basong?"

Tang Luo guessed.

Naqiu nodded vigorously: "Logo, don't bother you."

"Don't worry, with me here, Basong won't be so easy to get into trouble."

Tang Luo promised.

Na Qiu looked at Tang Luo and bowed deeply.

"Loco, thank you."

Naqiu thanked.

"Don't do this, Na Qiu."

Tang Luo waved his hand and said.

Naqiu smiled and got in the car and left.

Tang Luo also turned around and returned to the yard.

After dinner, Tang Luo was still chatting with Basong, and the latter's cell phone rang.

Basong looked at the number, and his face was a little surprised, so he pressed the answer button.

"Uncle Chali..."

Basong greeted, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

The Chali in his mouth was the former minister of the Siam Privy Council, and before that, he was the commander-in-chief of the Army.

The Privy Council is an institution established by King Zilahoma, the Siam king, and its status is no lower than that of the Prime Minister's Office.

It was only because Chali was loyal to King Zilayuki, and he was later forced to step down.

Basong did not take the initiative to contact him, for fear of another incident, so Chali suddenly called him, which surprised him.

From another perspective, it also proves that Chali is fine now. Of course, this is a later story...

"BaSong, I heard about what happened last night. How are you?"

In the earpiece, Chali's old voice was worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a little hurt, don't worry."

Basong replied.

"That's good. I also heard that you escaped successfully and didn't rush to call you. I've been thinking about other things today... Although I have no real power, it doesn't mean I can't help you."

Chali said.

"Well, I have always known Uncle Chali's kindness."

Basong nodded.

Chali was the first to support him, and it was the biggest force behind Basong before.

However, Chali was later forced to step down and was greatly oppressed.

But the queen and her son were concerned about Chali. After all, he was outstanding in his merits and the forces behind him dared not take further tough measures.

"I heard that Wei Chai was seriously injured?"

Chali asked.

"Yes, it's a pity that I couldn't kill Wei Cai..."

Basong's voice became a little cold.

"We only killed Nuka!"

"Nuka is dead?"

Chali was surprised.

Weichai's two eighth-grade saviors are still very famous, not only because of whom they serve, but more because of their own horror.

There are less than ten Siam in the eighth grade.

Although Chali has been in war for life, he has always been in awe of the surrender, especially after King Zilayuki was controlled...

Chali and the others have been speculating that the matter of King Zilayuki is absolutely unrelated to the surrender.

But judging from the information they have, it seems that it has nothing to do with these two eighth-grade slashers.

However, what Chali thought the most at this time was that even Nuka could be killed. How strong is Nabasong and the others' combat power now?

"Yes, dead."

Basong said.

"Okay, good to die..."

Chali slowed down the voice.

"BaSong, I'm calling you because I want to meet you."

"See you? You don't worry..."

Basong wanted to speak but stopped.

"Haha, I'm so old, what else can I worry about? I'll die on the road to struggle. I can't watch the queen and Weichai mess up the country..."

Chali's tone became much colder.

"Yeah, okay, then I'll go find you."

Basong did not hesitate and agreed.

"Okay, I'll send you the location tomorrow morning. For details, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Chali replied.

"Okay, Uncle Chali, then see you tomorrow."

The two of them didn't talk much and hung up the phone.
To be continued...