Alone and Infinite.

Chapter 134 Kill
Deep within the deserted island, a semi-circular building is covered by plants and moss.

The door slid open slowly, and Li Xia walked out with a howl. He took a deep breath, the moist air carrying the scent of the sea breeze.

After being cooped up in the practice range for a few days, I felt a sense of freedom, like being released from prison, when I came out.

"Oh? This is the Nine Provinces Universe today? Why does it feel so desolate—"

Aowu looked around and was clearly disappointed.

"This is a deserted island; we haven't reached a town yet."

As Li Xia spoke, he pulled up a map with his monocle. He actually had very few clues at hand, and apart from the Hpakant mining operation, he had almost no leads.

"Alright, Your Highness, where shall we go now?"

Awoo landed on Li Xia's shoulder, curiously watching Li Xia filter useful information from a pile of rapidly refreshing data through shared vision.

His dynamic vision is several times that of an average person, so he can see things extremely quickly, almost in a flash.

Actually, Aowu wasn't that big; he just died relatively young.

Because he was originally a remnant soul with most of his memories missing, Aowu only vaguely remembered that he should be a native creature of the Nine Provinces Universe.

Furthermore, the database of the Transcendental Ones was completely locked, and apart from some 'common sense' from more than two thousand years ago, he could hardly remember anything.

To reiterate, the Awoo is merely an add-on and card reader used to hide databases.

But for Li Xia, Aowu is a partner.

The situation in Myanmar is extremely complex; in such a small area, there are more than ten forces of varying sizes interspersed.

Li Xia looked out the car window at the numb crowd. They glanced at the sign on the car and, urged by the horn, moved aside.

There seemed to be no hope on their faces; they were like walking corpses.

"Mr. Li, do you feel uncomfortable?"

The other person in the SUV laughed and pointed to the people outside.

He is Wang Xianming, the purchasing manager of a large jewelry company in Hong Kong.

Hpakant is the source of jade, and countless pieces of jade flow out of here every day.

To get to Hpakant, Li Xia asked several experienced masters to help him find a way.

"Um--"

Li Xia nodded. When his parents were still alive, he had been lively and cheerful, and had even volunteered and participated in poverty alleviation.

He had only seen such numbness on the faces of a few impoverished people, but even those impoverished people had more vitality than these people.

That kind of numbness is a numbness that feels like lying flat, which is fundamentally different from the walking corpse-like numbness of these people.

Most of them were quite energetic and often held his hand, asking when the government would provide them with free social insurance and housing fund benefits.

"In Hpakant, there are over 200,000 displaced people who make a living by scavenging discarded minerals. They are also known as 'Yemuxi' because the unrestrained mining has led to massive soil and water loss—"

Wang Xianming raised a finger, perhaps because he thought that the only 'person' here was Li Xia, and his interest in talking grew even stronger.

Landslides, mining accidents, mudslides, floods—any one of these disasters can claim dozens or even hundreds of lives.

But these refugees are like weeds; they sprout up again and again after spring, and they never die out.

Do you know how much a size 4 injection costs here?

Li Xia shook her head.

“This amount—” Wang Xianming held out his hand and shook it: “Five Hong Kong dollars! That’s how they live.”

The vehicle stopped in front of a building that stood out from the surrounding architecture; this was a hotel specifically prepared for jewelers who came to make purchases.

The armed guards at the entrance scanned the surroundings menacingly, their gazes seeming not to be directed at people, but at livestock.

And so, it's time to say goodbye.

Li Xia walked out of the hotel's back door, the combat capability detector in his right eye clearly marking the road to his destination.

He could have come by himself, but Hpakant Mining is different from other companies. During the shipping season, most of its members are at the mine, not at headquarters. Moreover, Hpakant Mining has a large workforce and high turnover, so asking around would save a lot of trouble.

Pushing open the door of a small tavern, the previously boisterous noise suddenly stopped.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Perhaps it was because his clothes were completely different from those of the other refugees outside, but despite his unfriendly expression, someone still stood up and asked impatiently.

"Is this the place where people were ransomed from the Hpakant mines?"

Redeeming people?

Who recommended you?

At a table not far away, a man in a floral shirt tilted his head back and exhaled a puff of smoke, which had a strange and pungent smell.

Li Xia didn't answer, but instead walked over and sat down in front of him, asking under his displeased gaze:

"Last month, wasn't it you who told Liu—"

After thinking carefully, I finally remembered Lao Liu's name.

"So, you're asking Liu Mingguang to raise 1200 million yuan to exchange for his son and wife? And to kill someone while you're at it?"

The person in front of him changed his expression and reached for his waist.

But Li Xia was faster. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and then a sharp pain shot through his arm.

But then he saw that a chopstick had somehow pierced his palm and was firmly embedded in the armrest of the chair.

"what----"

Amidst a piercing scream, Li Xia picked up the fruit knife from the table, under the incredulous gaze of the man in the floral shirt.

With just a few simple stabs, flicks, and smears, he slaughtered his men in just a few seconds, as easily as killing chickens.

Blood gushed from their wounds, quickly covering the filthy floor with a dark red layer.

The smell of blood and smoke mingled together, creating a complex and extremely unpleasant odor.

"Tuk-"

Li Xia sat back down as if she had just gone for a stroll, seemingly without much effort, just tossing it gently.

Before the horrified eyes of the man in the floral shirt, the fruit knife was deeply embedded in the table.

He glanced at his underlings lying on the ground around him; some had been fatally wounded, others had broken their necks or hearts.

The man in the floral shirt had killed people and boasted of his ruthlessness, but he had never seen anyone so indifferent.

It was as if they were killing objects, or inanimate objects, rather than people.

Li Xia was about to speak when she smelled a foul odor.

With a blank expression, he switched to an internal energy state and continued to ask:

"Tell me, who ordered Liu Mingguang to kill someone?"

Even though he was a little out of it from all the smoking, the man in the floral shirt was still working his brain at lightning speed out of fear.

He desperately tried to recall what happened that day. They were only after money; they would commit murder and arson, but it was relatively uncommon.

Suddenly being given an extra life, the floral shirt is certainly a vivid memory.

Almost instinctively, he started screaming wildly:
"It wasn't me. I was just in charge of supervising and cleaning up the money after it was transferred in!"

"It was the boss who called me personally; he gave the order!"

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1. Monthly pass 2. Recommendation vote

It's already simplified to the extreme. If I were to expand on it, I feel like I could write 10,000 words in this chapter.
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