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

The rainforest is like a giant steamer, hot and humid, and every breath feels like swallowing a mouthful of scalding cotton.

"I can't take it anymore... I really can't..."

Jerry slumped on the muddy tree roots, his chubby face deathly pale. One of his limited-edition Air Jordans had long since disappeared, and his current look was very avant-garde—Nike on his left foot and mud on his right.

"Brother Su...you guys go first." Jerry was panting like a broken bellows, waving his hand desperately, "Just take my ashes back to Miami, remember to scatter them on Bikini Bottom, I want to see hot girls rest in peace."

Su Ming ignored him, squatted down, and used the faint moonlight to examine the medicine girl on Ling Qiao's back.

As they ran, the girl slumped limply on his back, like a soulless rag doll. Su Ming saw her exposed skin, and his eyes darkened.

Not a single piece of meat was good.

The arm was covered with countless needle marks, some already scabbed over, others still bleeding. What should have been the arm of a young girl in the prime of her life was now withered and thin, just skin and bones, with bluish-black veins bulging out—a reaction to long-term injections of a certain high-concentration drug.

"Too light." Ling Qiao gasped for breath, her eyes burning with suppressed anger. "This child weighs at most forty-five pounds."

Forty-five catties.

A body that should belong to a young girl in the prime of her life, yet weighing only 45 pounds. What did SHIELD Biotech take her for? A living filter? Or a cheap petri dish?

"Mommy... Ah Hua, be good... don't hit Ah Hua..."

The girl jerked her neck back suddenly while unconscious, her withered fingers flailing wildly in the air as if trying to dodge an unseen slap.

Ling Qiao took a deep breath, her eyes red-rimmed.

As a national security agent, she has witnessed a lot of darkness.

But using a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl as a living battery, generating electricity through her suffering, crosses the line of human decency.

"I'm going to kill Venomous Fang," Ling Qiao said.

"That hard drive contains all the data." Su Ming patted his pocket. "Once this is handed over, Shield Bio's stock price will plummet, and their boss will be sent to the electric chair. But that's only if—"

Su Ming pointed ahead: "We need to stay alive to access the internet."

Jerry, who had been groaning about his sore feet, swallowed back his complaints upon seeing this. Even though he was a cowardly opportunist, he felt a pang of nausea.

"These lunatics..." Jerry muttered, pulling a piece of chocolate that was almost melted into sauce from his pocket. He carefully tried to slip it into the girl's hand. "Have something sweet. It looks like poop, but it tastes like authentic Swiss stuff..."

"Don't move." Su Ming suddenly grabbed Jerry's hand.

"What's wrong? This chocolate isn't poisonous! Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"listen."

Su Ming pressed his hand against the moss-covered tree trunk, gently tapping the bark with his fingers.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound was muffled, but to Su Ming's ears, it was a different signal.

"The tree roots are shaking." Su Ming stood up, his eyes sharp. "The Venomous Fangs are catching up, no more than six hundred meters away. They're not going in a straight line; they're flanking us."

"Six hundred meters?!" Jerry sprang to his feet like a groundhog whose tail had been stepped on. "That's over in a heartbeat! Is that fanged creature a dog? Its nose is so sensitive!"

"He's like a mad dog."

Su Ming looked around. It was a gentle slope with sparse vegetation, offering nowhere to hide. The only way out was a rushing river below, but it was still two kilometers away.

"We can't outrun them." Ling Qiao quickly assessed the situation, drew her pistol to check the magazine, and said, "Su Ming, you take them away, I'll stay behind to set up an ambush."

"Your bullets aren't even enough to tickle Venom's fangs."

Su Ming shook his head, his gaze falling on a patch of wild banana trees beside him.

"What are you doing?" Jerry asked, watching Su Ming pull out a folding wood knife. "You want a banana? Is it afternoon tea time?"

"No bananas, only banana leaves." Su Ming swiftly chopped off several huge banana leaves and then quickly cut several tough vines. "Sometimes, when dealing with high-tech equipment, simple methods are more effective."

"What do you mean?" Ling Qiao asked, puzzled.

Su Ming didn't explain. He quickly tore the banana leaves into strips, wove them together in a peculiar way, and then stuffed the designer suit jacket he had taken from Jerry inside.

"Fatty, give me your phone."

"Why? I need to save this for tweeting for help..."

"Give it to me if you don't want to die!"

Su Ming snatched the phone, turned on the flashlight function, set it to always on, and then stuffed it into the "dummy" made of banana leaves and a suit.

Then, he threw it with force.

The glowing "dummy" hung on the top of a crooked tree about ten meters away, swaying in the night breeze. In the thermal imaging, the heat source from the heated cell phone battery was realistic enough from a distance, while the swaying banana leaves looked like a panicked person struggling on the tree.

"This is..." Ling Qiao's eyes widened.

"Barecloth." Su Ming pointed to the bushes on the other side. "Let's go that way and into the mud pit."

"A mud pit?!" Jerry exclaimed, "That's where pigs roll! I'm a germaphobe! I'm allergic to mud!"

"Get inside if you don't want to be riddled with bullets." Su Ming kicked Jerry in the butt. "Remember, cover your whole body with it, only leave your nostrils open to breathe."

Three minutes later.

Su Ming and Jerry covered themselves in mud, and Ling Qiao carefully covered herself and the girl in mud as well. The four of them crawled into the mud pit and hid.

Just then, several red laser beams swept across the woods.

Venomous Fang appeared with six fully armed mercenaries. Although they had just dealt with a tiger, they were not seriously injured, only their expressions were even more ferocious.

"There." One of his men pointed to the glowing shadow on the treetop. "Heat reaction. Someone's there."

Venom raised his large-caliber assault rifle and, without even aiming, pulled the trigger.

"Da da da—"

The flames tore through the night. The "dummy" on the treetop was instantly smashed to pieces, banana leaves flew everywhere, and Jerry's phone exploded into a ball of sparks.

"Stop." Venomous Fang raised his hand.

He walked to the tree and kicked at the fallen strips of cloth and pieces of parts.

"Damn it! It's a trap! That cunning yellow-skinned monkey!"

"Search!" Fang's voice was icy and chilling. "They can't have gone far. This area is a dead end unless they can fly or grow gills to swim down!"

Su Ming lay prone in the mud, only his eyes showing, coldly staring at the back of Poison Fang.

Since you're willing to risk your lives, I'll teach you a lesson.

Let me show you what the wisdom of the "peasants" from the East is all about.