Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

Chaos is the best camouflage.

The entire K district was like a hornet's nest that had been punctured; the beams of flashlights swayed wildly in the darkness, mixed with the roars of the leaders and the chaotic footsteps of the guards.

Ah Biao kicked open the dormitory's iron door and viciously swept his flashlight across the terrified faces.

"All of you, stay fucking in bed! Anyone who dares to stick their head out, I'll break their legs!"

He's furious. The big boss's video conference was ruined, and it's said that the VIP from overseas lost his temper on the spot, leaving the entire senior management of the park in a mess.

No one noticed that in the shadows of the innermost lower bunk, a figure silently slid off the bed, hugged the wall, and slipped into the absolute blind spot of the surveillance camera.

Su Ming didn't make a single unnecessary movement.

On the three-dimensional map in his mind, an optimal route had already been planned.

The noise and stench from the kitchen, generator room, and garbage disposal station became his perfect cover.

He strode quickly along the wall through the chaos of Zone K, dodging between the intersecting beams of light and hiding in the shadows of buildings when he stopped.

Five minutes later, he arrived at the east side of the park.

This is a newly built factory, and the air is filled with the smell of fresh paint and cement.

And... a faint, low-pitched mechanical hum.

Drilling rig.

Su Ming stopped and listened intently. It was that sound; its frequency perfectly matched the background noise in the distress call.

He found it.

This is the "training center" in District K, a place specifically used for "training eagles." To put it bluntly, it's a private prison where disobedient "piglets" are locked up and their will is destroyed through various means.

Rows of prison cells converted from shipping containers, with only dim lights at the entrances.

Most of the cells were deathly silent; it was utter numbness.

Some could be heard as suppressed sobs, the cries of souls that had just broken down.

Su Ming didn't rush to search for them one by one. He squatted down and pressed his ear against the cold ground.

His grandfather had taught him that different weights and different emotions produce subtle differences in the sound transmitted through solids. A desperate cry is heavy and viscous, but what he was looking for was a sharper, more hysterical sound.

He quickly identified the source.

The container in the far corner, numbered "07".

There was only one small observation window on the door, which was welded shut with sheet metal, leaving only a crack.

Su Ming leaned closer and peered inside.

In the dim light filtering through the corridor, he saw a figure huddled in a corner.

A girl.

She wore tattered clothes, her body covered in filth and wounds. Her hair was like a clump of dry straw, and her face was streaked with tears and despair.

She didn't cry or make a fuss; she just hugged her knees, her body trembling, unconsciously repeating a sentence.

"I was wrong... I want to go home... I want to go home..."

Her eyes were fixed, her pupils unfocused, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

This is Lin Yue.

The 19-year-old girl in the photo, smiling brightly and radiating youthful energy.

Su Ming watched her quietly, his expression unchanged. He had seen too many scenes like this; the destruction of beauty by evil was always so blatant and so ugly.

His calmness and the girl's breakdown created an eerie confrontation in the confined space.

He didn't come here to be a psychologist.

He was there to fulfill the order.

Her mental state was on the verge of collapse, and her ability to move was almost zero. Only strong external stimuli could awaken her most basic survival instincts.

Su Ming's mind raced as he assessed the next course of action.

Just then.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A series of unhurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

They are patrolling guards.

Moreover, the footsteps were heading straight towards container number "07".

This is the place they are guarding.

Su Ming's pupils contracted slightly, and his body tensed instantly. He slowly stepped back from the observation window, disappearing into the shadows on the side of the container.

Just in time.

That way he won't have to go looking for the key again.