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Chapter 227, Section 226: I Became a General in the Dai Kingdom?
Meanwhile, Ma Jun, lying in his hospital room, met his superior, Superintendent Xu Meiqing, who then gave him a severe scolding.

"Ma Jun, how can I put you in my words?"

"Customs called me first thing this morning, demanding an explanation, saying that you drew your gun at the customs gate and obstructed their work!"

Ma Jun stood up angrily and retorted to Xu Meiqing:

"They're colluding with Tony in customs, taking bribes. I haven't reported them yet."

Ma Jun was furious. These bastards from the customs were turning the tables on him and even taking the initiative to report on him.

Xu Meiqing crossed her arms, looked at Ma Jun with a disappointed expression, and said helplessly to him:
"Where's your sidearm? Hand it over!"

Ma Jun spread his hands, shook his head, and said:
"My police gun has been stolen, Inspector Xu, could you please help me this time?"

The loss of a police officer's gun is a very serious matter in the police force. Superintendent Xu sighed and explained the disciplinary action taken against him by the higher-ups in the police force.

"After you are discharged from the hospital, go to the outlying island to guard the reservoir. They need a senior inspector there."

What? Guarding the pond?
For officers who make mistakes, the Hong Kong Police Force will assign them to guard water reservoirs to protect the water safety of Hong Kong residents!
The outlying islands police station is such a place. Because there are few residents nearby, the police station's task is very simple: to guard the Wan-Yi Reservoir and Shek Pik Reservoir to prevent people from polluting the water source.

Generally, being transferred to an outlying island is like having one foot in retirement, with virtually no hope of promotion.

Who is Ma Jun? He's the rising star of the police force, the nemesis of bad guys!

Are you guarding the pond?

Ma Jun looked dejected and asked Superintendent Xu with his last hope.

"Mr. Xu, is it alright if I don't go?"

Superintendent Xu chuckled and said with a stern face:
"What do you think? You're being sent to guard the pond, but that's an order personally given by Deputy Commissioner of Police Li Junxia. I can't protect you from that."

Although Xu Meiqing is from the Westerners' faction and has a Western husband, she still doesn't dare to compete with Li Junxia, ​​a big star.

When Ma Jun heard that it was Director Li who gave the order, he knew that Li Junxia must have a close relationship with Liangzai Jun. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that he had just lost his gun and then was kicked to an outlying island?

"I see!"

Ma Jun originally thought that since he was fighting for Xu Meiqing, she would find a way to protect him, but he didn't expect her to abandon him without hesitation.

Hua Sheng walked up and hugged Ma Jun's arm.

"Damn it, doesn't Superintendent Xu have connections? Why aren't they working?"

Hua Sheng was indignant. Xu Meiqing was usually very high-profile and had flaunted her background to them several times, but she was useless at the crucial moment.

"Someone on us? Those foreigners treat us like chamber pots; once we're no longer of any use, they kick us aside!"

Ma Jun gave a bitter laugh, realizing that he had been used by the foreigners all this time. What a load of bull! It was all just empty promises from above.

The purpose is simply to have themselves take the lead. The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is investigating so strictly, yet those foreigners still embezzle and accept bribes. The ICAC? It's just a tool for the foreigners, a tool they used to deal with Chinese detectives.

"Alright, I'll leave the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau to you from now on. After I go to the outlying islands, don't investigate Wo Shing for the time being."

"There are so many triads in Hong Kong. The Ni family also needs to clean up their image. For now, deal with the simpler ones first. Don't end up like me, being transferred to an outlying island."

Despite Ma Jun's well-intentioned advice, Hua Sheng nodded, his words conveying his understanding.

A villa on a hilltop.

Yang Jun sat on the rooftop enjoying the cool air, watching the city lights of Central, and told JOJO to go inside first.

Seeing that JOJO had gone inside, Ahua sat down next to Yang Jun and reported to him:
"Boss, Ma Jun has been transferred to an outlying island to guard the reservoir. Hua Sheng will temporarily take over as the commander of Team A of the West Kowloon Organisation."

Yang Jun nodded, downed the wine glass in one gulp, and had no interest in a nobody like Ma Jun, an ant that could be crushed with a single finger.

Who would be so bored as to crush ants in the street? Only a naive child would.

“Wang Jianjun personally went to the Dai Kingdom, to the stronghold of the Eight-Faced Buddha, fought with the Eight-Faced Buddha’s men, and recruited 160 people. He wants you to go to the Dai Kingdom to take charge of the overall situation.”

Yang Jun was secretly pleased. They had taken it down so easily. Wang Jianjun was quite capable!

Keep in mind that the Eight-Faced Buddha's lair is deep in the mountains and forests. Defeating these small fry is not difficult, but capturing them is still quite challenging.

As long as they hide in the mountains, Wang Jianjun can do nothing about them. The Dai national army has tried to suppress them several times, but the people of Bamianfo always manage to escape in advance.

"Okay, I'll go to Dai tomorrow."

Chiang Mai.

Yang Jun took a private plane directly to the largest city in northern Taiwan, and then took a helicopter to the mountainous region of Chiang Rai.

Although Chiang Mai is a famous tourist city with many ancient buildings and temples, Yang Jun was not interested in it; praying to gods and Buddhas was not in line with Yang Jun's style of doing things.

"Ruan Mei, your health has indeed improved a lot since the surgery!"

Looking at Ruan Mei's flushed face, Yang Jun couldn't help but tease her.

Just now on the private jet, Yang Jun experienced once again what it means to travel a thousand miles in a day!
After her heart transplant, Ruan Mei no longer experiences shortness of breath, and even after two hours of strenuous exercise, she only feels slightly tired.

"Ugh, Jun-ge, you're making fun of me!"

Previously, Yang Jun had to be very careful, afraid of making Ruan Mei faint, but now he can finally act freely!
Ruan Mei looked much better and prettier than before.

"By the way, Jun-ge, aren't we here for tourism?"

"It's not tourism, it's investment. We'll even have to take a helicopter. The place is a bit remote!"

The helicopter refueled in Chiang Rai and flew back towards the mountains. Ahua said to Yang Jun:

"Brother Jun, we have entered the Golden Triangle region. The situation here is very chaotic, with many warlord forces."

The Golden Triangle? Yang Jun muttered to himself. This terrifying place, a lawless region filled with violence, chaos, and war, was a haven for Yang Jun!
This is a jungle where strength reigns supreme and firepower is king. How could Yang Jun not adapt?

In Hong Kong, with the Governor and the law pressing down on him, Yang Jun didn't dare to go too far.

The Golden Triangle is a place where whoever has the most guns is the local tyrant. There are no complicated personal relationships; it's all about direct, simple, and brutal action!

The Golden Triangle is located at the intersection of Myanmar, Tai, and Laos. The average altitude of the region is 1500-3000 meters, and 80% of the area is tropical rainforest. Transportation is inconvenient, the roads are muddy, and walking is quite difficult!

Yang Jun sat in the helicopter, looking down at the endless mountains; the scenery was quite nice.

"We've arrived. It's in the village just ahead."

Yang Jun had excellent eyesight and spotted the mountain stronghold 200 meters away at a glance. There were four watchtowers in the stronghold, guarded by soldiers who monitored the surrounding military threats.

The houses in the mountain village were low, mostly made of adobe, with only a few multi-story buildings, because they belonged to the officers of the Eight-Faced Buddha.

Yang Jun jumped off the helicopter and then carried Ruan Mei down. Immediately, about a dozen burly men in military uniforms approached with guns.

Ruan Mei turned pale with fright and looked completely at a loss!
"It's alright! They're one of our own."

Wang Jianjun and Yang Yifei stood at the front and excitedly saluted Yang Jun when they saw him.

"Mr. Yang!"

Yang Jun hugged the two of them and said with a smile:

"You've worked hard! Come on, take me around to see the sights."

Yang Jun looked at his cousin Yang Yifei again, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Ah Fei, you've gotten stronger and darker, you look more like a man now!"

Yang Yifei chuckled, delighted to see his cousin.

"Brother, is this your sister-in-law?"

When Yang Yifei saw Ruan Mei, he was startled. What a beautiful woman!
Upon hearing her sister-in-law's name, Ruan Mei turned and looked nervously at Yang Jun.

"Yes, her name is Ruan Mei, and she is also your sister-in-law."

The word "also" was used brilliantly. Wang Jianjun and Yang Yifei's lips twitched, and they greeted Ruan Mei.

Next, Wang Jianjun took Yang Jun for a tour of the village, and the two female bodyguards took Ruan Mei back to rest.

“Mr. Yang, this is their village. They live in mud-brick houses and their lives are very difficult.”

Yang Jun saw the villagers in the distance, looking over with a mixture of curiosity and fear. They were dressed in rags, and some of them had missing limbs and were disabled.

"They're all drug traffickers from the Golden Triangle, how come they're so poor?"

Wu Sheng also went to the Golden Triangle, and seeing the villagers' appearance, he couldn't connect them with drug traffickers at all!

Drug trafficking is extremely profitable. These villagers help grow poppies and work in the factory of the Eight-Faced Buddha. How come they are in such a miserable state, not even as well off as ordinary citizens of Hong Kong?

Yang Yifei walked over and said to Wu Sheng:

"These are just ordinary farmers. Although they are forced to work for warlords, all the profits go into the pockets of the Eight-Faced Buddha."

"See those people with broken arms and legs? That's what happens when they don't obey. The Eight-Faced Buddha won't be merciful to the farmers in his territory."

Yang Jun was shocked by the ruthlessness of the drug dealer, Eight-Faced Buddha, who had even dealt such a heavy blow to the farmer who worked for him.

"Good riddance! The Eight-Faced Buddha was a menace!"

Ushiro shouted out with a strong sense of justice, clearly unable to stand by and watch what the Eight-Faced Buddha was doing.

Yang Jun looked around. The village was not large, with about 2.3 people. There were relatively few elderly people; most of them were young adults and children. There was a private clinic, shops and small stores, and a few restaurants in the village.

"Has the drug factory been dealt with?"

Wang Jianjun shook his head and reported to Yang Jun:
"I dare not make this decision on my own; let Mr. Yang handle it!"

Yang Jun, of course, would not engage in such unscrupulous business, so he calmly gave the order:

“Destroy the drug manufacturing plant and bring the village chief to see me.”

"Yes, Mr. Yang!"

Without saying a word, Wang Jianjun led a dozen soldiers away to dismantle the factory and equipment.

Yang Yifei stayed by Yang Jun's side, and the two walked and talked about the military deployment in Huamei Village.

"Brother, this time we brought a battalion of 500 men. We suffered almost no casualties when we attacked Huamei Village, and we've added 50 prisoners to our ranks, so we have a total of 550 men now."

Yang Jun nodded. Recruiting some local soldiers was an inevitable step in order to gain a foothold here.

"How are these recruits?"

"They're so-so. They haven't had any training, but after training, their combat effectiveness is quite good!"

People in the Golden Triangle have handled guns since childhood and are not unfamiliar with war; they are born to fight.

With proper training and enhanced equipment, they could easily defeat the regular armies of Southeast Asia.

Soon, Yang Jun met Zhang Zhi, the village chief of Huamei Village, an elderly farmer in his fifties, who immediately knelt on the ground and pleaded:

"The factory can't be demolished! General, please!"

Yang Jun was taken aback. "What did you call me? General?"

(End of this chapter)