I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 67 Commission
In early November 1987.

Since the armistice agreement was publicly announced in various media in early January, the effects of Thailand's Tourism Year have begun to show. The entire city of Pattaya is decorated with lights and colors, welcoming a large number of tourists from Europe, America, Japan and South Korea. The joyful atmosphere has completely dispelled the haze left by the war.

The shops that had been intensively prepared for several months opened with the help of the government and were quickly filled with tourists. At this time, the tourists were still immersed in the consumption frenzy caused by the exchange rate difference. The people who originally did not dare to try to do business were also motivated to push carts and carry cloth bags to the streets to sell their own food and specialties.

The soft articles and advertisements that had been prepared long ago soon spread all over the world. Whether it was the grand tourism scene, the welcome received by tourists, or the delicious food, beautiful women and beautiful scenery, Thailand’s publicity department showed all the beauty to the world.

Not to mention the commercial street, even Chinatown is full of bustling crowds.

“It’s so crowded.”

Lin Xi stood on the street and actually felt like he was on the commercial street of Hong Kong Island. People were crowded together, and the large group was pushing some people forward. He stretched out his hand to clear a path, and with shouts, he finally arrived at the entrance of the Qingxinju teahouse on the side of the road.

The reason why there are so many people in Chinatown is entirely because the Chinese New Year was celebrated a few days ago. With the government's communication and financial subsidies, activities such as lion dancing have been going on until today.

"Mr. Lin." The younger brother standing guard at the door opened the door of the teahouse after seeing Lin Xi.

Qingxinju is the retirement home of Mr. Duan, a patriotic businessman. He was sponsored to study abroad when he was young and founded many industries in Southeast Asia. He continued to send remittances to China during the war. His wife is the daughter of a high-ranking Thai official. After retirement, she returned to Pattaya to retire and is very famous in Chinatown.

After entering the door and going upstairs, most of the prominent Chinese in Chinatown are here. Mr. Duan, who is 82 years old and has white hair and beard, is in good spirits. When he saw Lin Xi coming upstairs, he said in full energy, "Mr. Lin, I have heard of your name for a long time."

Still a fighter.

Lin Xi raised his eyebrows and said politely, "Mr. Duan is still as skilled as ever." He glanced at the screen deep inside the teahouse. There was an aura behind it that made him feel very dangerous. His keen sense told him that there was another powerful fighter inside.

"Please take a seat." After Mr. Duan gave an order, someone immediately moved a chair to his side.

Lin Xi stepped over and sat down, proactively asking: "You invited me here today, I guess you didn't just invite me here for tea." He was living well by the sea, practicing to the limit every day, honing the martial arts styles he had learned in various martial arts schools in Pattaya over the past month, and by the way, overeating and eating a lot of spicy seafood, hoping to get appendicitis, but his overly healthy body didn't even have a mouth ulcer until now.

Late last night, someone ran to the hotel and knocked on his door, inviting him to have tea at Qingxinju today.

Mr. Duan nodded and said cheerfully, "With the increase in tourists recently, a foreigner has come to Pattaya. He has committed more than a dozen murders—" He paused and smiled coldly, "He should never dare to come to our Tangren Street to kill people."

"Want me to solve it myself?" Lin Xi understood what the other party meant. To put it bluntly, he was asked to come over to be a thug and beat the fighter who committed the crime to death.

If the Thai authorities find them, they will not kill them no matter how many crimes they have committed, and they will not even be sentenced. Chinese people bully each other, but once they are bullied by outsiders, the situation will be different.

After thinking it through, he asked again, "What about the price?" He had no reason to act for no reason. The murderer killed people, so who knew if there was any behind-the-scenes story or whether the dead deserved to die. He didn't have that much time to slowly investigate things that had nothing to do with him.

Especially when the opponent obviously didn't need any help from martial artists, maybe he wanted to use him as a gun, so he didn't need to be polite.

"I promise you something within my power." Mr. Duan said, and then added meaningfully: "Or I can help you solve some minor problems."

interesting.

Lin Xi smiled. He really had something to ask this local tyrant for help. General Suchat would be returning to Pattaya from Bangkok next month. He needed the local tyrant to help him get information and addresses to complete the assassination. So he said, "I will solve it myself. As for the matter that requires your help——" "I just don't know if you have the courage, old man."

Old Master Duan's eyelids twitched. As the saying goes, people become smarter as they get older, and things become weirder as they get older. The other party had hinted so clearly, how could he not understand the young man's thoughts? The 'trouble' was General Sucha, and he had to solve it himself...

“Ha.” He laughed instead, “Okay, okay, you have courage. Bring the murderer to me within a week and I will help you.”

The other people sitting there were looking at their noses, their mouths, and their hearts, their minds wandering, pretending they heard nothing.

"Once the words are spoken." Lin Xi stood up.

Mr. Duan continued, "It's hard to catch up with him." Then he said coldly, "Xiao Liu, you will be responsible for cooperating with Mr. Lin to deal with this matter. Anyone who gets in the way can be killed first and reported later."

The middle-aged man behind him took out a gun from his arms and threw it at the young man who had just been responsible for moving the chair.

"Yes, sir." The young man Xiaoliu was wearing shorts, his palms were covered with thick calluses, and his eyes were sharp. After taking the gun, he checked the pistol quickly and put it into his waist.

Lin Xi glanced at him, turned around and went downstairs. Xiao Liu followed closely behind her and left Qingxinju.

The teahouse suddenly became quiet. Mr. Duan stroked the armrest and said, "I don't want to hear about what happened today from other people."

"Go away."

The men with crew cuts who were sitting by the windows and at the entrance of the building stood up, straightened their waists, and watched the guests leave with grim expressions.

After the guests left, two old men in Tang suits walked out from behind the screen.

"Yuan, the guy you've chosen is really daring enough." Old Master Duan said with a smile.

Yuan had a cold face, coughed, and said, "Tell me, what is the matter that you invited me here this time."

The old man with braids and mustache standing next to him stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's a high price for Brother Yuan and I to take action." He was the master that Lin Xi sensed.

"Hey~" Mr. Duan suddenly sighed. The two old brothers in front of him were already so old, one was terminally ill, and the other had serious internal injuries. "Isn't it okay for me to invite you to come over for tea?"

"Oh." Yuan laughed sarcastically, "You are a guy who doesn't do anything without profit, so why would you invite us for tea for no reason? I would rather believe that Lao Li will remarry."

The old man with a mustache coughed a few times, and it was obvious that he was Old Li.

Mr. Duan laughed softly and said with emotion: "I am going to die."

After these words were spoken, no one responded.

(End of this chapter)