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

The tremors had just subsided at the edge of the jungle.

Ling Qiao stared intently at the underground entrance from which billowing black smoke was coming out, the only sound coming from the communicator was the piercing crackling of electricity.

"Two hundred million in reward..." Ling Qiao gritted her teeth and jerked the bolt back on her gun. "He better not turn it into two hundred million in compensation!"

She didn't believe a college student could handle that level of defense. The explosion was powerful, but it was the style of a suicide attack. Su Ming was definitely trapped, or already destroyed.

"Action! Go in and rescue them!" Ling Qiao roared, and darted out in a flash.

"Hey! Captain Ling!" Liu Jianjun slapped his thigh anxiously from behind, grabbing Wang Hu who was also about to rush forward. "Why are you joining in the fun!"

Wang Hu looked bewildered: "Aren't we going to save Mr. Su? That fire looks pretty big."

"Save my ass!" Liu Jianjun, with an air of profound wisdom, pointed at the black smoke. "What do you know? Mr. Su used flour instead of explosives to save money! It's an environmentally friendly tactic! Captain Ling going in would only cause trouble. We have to stay here and provide backup. If Mr. Su comes out carrying hundreds of millions of dollars worth of data, we'll have to be his porters!"

Wang Hu scratched his head: "But... can flour really make that loud noise? It's even louder than the firecrackers back home."

"This is the power of science!" Liu Jianjun said solemnly. "Learn from this, you can brag about it for the rest of your life when you go back to the company."

……

Inside the underground base, the scene before us was nothing short of surreal.

When Ling Qiao rushed into the corridor wearing a gas mask, she almost slipped and did a split.

It's not because of the oil, but because... it's sticky.

The explosion triggered the base's automatic fire sprinkler system. The flour, which was filled with water mist, quickly gelatinized under the high temperature.

The entire corridor floor, walls, and even the few mercenaries still putting up a fight were covered with a thick, sticky, hardening, semi-cooked paste.

"Fuck! My bolt is stuck!" A mercenary covered in white paste was desperately pulling on the trigger, his tactical goggles jammed with paste, and he was bumping around like a headless fly.

"Don't shoot! It's me!" another mercenary, also wrapped up like a terracotta warrior, screamed. "Your gun barrel is clogged! It'll explode!"

Ling Qiao was dumbfounded. She had imagined rivers of blood, and severed limbs, but she never imagined she would see a group of special forces soldiers "kneading dough".

This isn't a battlefield; it's the scene of an accident in a large-scale pastry-making workshop!

"who!"

A skilled Viper elite spotted Ling Qiao, drew his dagger, and charged at her.

Ling Qiao quickly raised her gun, only to find that the man had taken two steps when his military boots were stuck to the sticky dough. The momentum carried his upper body forward, resulting in a perfect "prostration," with his face slamming hard into a lump of not-yet-melted dough.

"Smack!"

The sound is crisp and even a little bouncy.

Ling Qiao: "..."

Just then, the blast door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened, and the commander "Venom," dressed in a suit but covered in flour, walked out with two burly men.

These two burly men were both over two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over their bodies, like two moving mountains of flesh; they were obviously on drugs.

"A rat has gotten in." Venomous Fang stared at Ling Qiao menacingly, wiping the flour off his face. "Catch her alive; I'm going to turn her into fertilizer."

Two strongmen roared and sprang up, ignoring the slippery ground beneath their feet. Every step they took made the floor tremble as they charged directly toward Ling Qiao!

Ling Qiao felt a chill in her heart. The oppressive feeling brought by this physique was something that ordinary people could not resist! She quickly retreated and fired, the bullet hitting the bulletproof vest of one of the men. The man only groaned and his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

"Damn it!"

Ling Qiao was cornered, and a fist the size of a clay pot was about to smash into her face.

Just then——

"Excuse me, the food is being served."

A lazy voice came from above.

Before anyone could react, a huge black shadow had already swept down!

"when!!!"

With a loud bang, the strongman who was about to hit Ling Qiao was suddenly struck on the head and immediately lost consciousness.

Ling Qiao looked up and saw Su Ming hanging upside down from the shattered ventilation duct in the ceiling, his legs hooked around the duct, and holding the iconic cast iron meat hammer in his hand.

He wore a gas mask and a white t-shirt covered in flour, looking like a ghost that had just crawled out of a flour bin.

"Su... Su Ming?" Ling Qiao was dumbfounded.

Su Ming used his waist and abdomen to perform a beautiful crunch and land, casually hoisting the meat hammer onto his shoulder.

"Looks like there's still something wrong with my flour ratio." Su Ming kicked the unfortunate guy stuck to the ground with his toe. "It's too sticky, it affects the taste."

The remaining strongman roared and swung his fist at Su Ming.

Instead of retreating, Su Ming advanced, pulling a handful of... pepper powder from his waist with his left hand?

"Achoo—!!!"

Although the burly man was physically strong, his nasal mucosa was clearly not reinforced. When he was hit in the face by this handful of specially made ghost pepper powder, he sneezed loudly, tears and snot streaming down his face, and his attack was completely nullified.

Su Ming dodged the punch by sidestepping, and with the help of centrifugal force, he precisely smashed the medulla oblongata at the back of the opponent's head with the meat hammer in his hand.

"Thump."

The burly man fell to the ground with a thud.

Su Ming turned to look at the dazed Poison Fang.

"Are you the one who wanted braised pork?" Su Ming pointed to the mess on the floor. "Sorry, the kitchen is under renovation today, so we only have this 'Brain-Burning' dish. Want to try it?"

As he watched the two aces fall in the blink of an eye, Venom's face twitched. He turned and ran into the security door behind him, locking it quickly.

Su Ming didn't chase after her, but turned around to look at Ling Qiao, who was still leaning against the wall, questioning her life.

"I told you to wait outside." Su Ming sighed and pulled Ling Qiao up.

"What are you doing here? Trying to steal my pastry-making skills?"

Ling Qiao's gaze changed completely as she looked at the college student in front of her, who was covered in flour but completely unharmed.

That wasn't the way he looked at his teammates.

That's the look you give a monster.

"You..." Ling Qiao swallowed hard. "What exactly did your grandfather do before?"

"Carpenter," Su Ming said seriously.

"Oh right, he also works part-time as the chef for weddings and funerals at the village entrance."