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

As the wind and snow subsided, the roar of the propellers drowned out the noise in the valley.

Dozens of fully armed border guards quickly tightened the encirclement, professionally disarming the Snow Fox squad. Those mercenaries, who were feared in the international underworld, now slumped dejectedly in the snow, heads in their hands, their former arrogance gone.

The snow fox knelt on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

He wasn't afraid; he knew this day would come sooner or later if he worked in this line of work.

But he couldn't accept losing to a madman who was sitting in an iron box and charging around.

The man in white was still lying in a snowdrift in the distance, his fate unknown. Two military doctors rushed over, turned him over, gave him an adrenaline injection, and then skillfully packed him up and carried him away.

Li Changfeng was clutching the long, waterproof package tightly to his chest. He didn't even trust it to hand over to his arriving comrades. He held his gun in one hand and the package tightly in the other, watching everyone like a thief.

Su Ming brushed the snow off his clothes and stood up from beside the badly deformed metal box. He stretched his wrists and walked over to the snow fox.

The snow fox raised its head, its sinister blue eyes now filled only with confusion.

Snowfox asked in a hoarse voice in broken Chinese, "Your name? At least let me know who I lost to."

Several soldiers around instinctively wanted to stop him, but after glancing at Su Ming, they held back.

Su Ming stopped and looked down at the burly man with a full beard, then smiled calmly:

"Li Changfeng".

Li Changfeng, who was reporting the situation to the command center not far away, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The snow fox's pupils contracted slightly in an instant.

Li Changfeng!

This name appeared in top-level intelligence. A special operations ace from many years ago, codenamed "Mad Wolf," known for his tactical cunning and erratic behavior.

So it was him? The big boss himself got involved?

Snow Fox felt much better immediately. Losing to such a legendary old monster was nothing to be ashamed of.

Snow Fox muttered to himself, "That explains it... Only an unconventional senior like him would use such an unprecedented tactic."

He struggled to lift his head, looking at Su Ming with a complex expression: "'Mad Wolf' Li Changfeng... I'll remember you. Losing to you is not unjust. You are a great opponent."

Su Ming accepted the "praise" without hesitation and nodded seriously: "Yes, I thank you for your recognition on behalf of Brother Li."

"?"

Li Changfeng, who was giving a work report, twitched his ears. Upon hearing this, his blood pressure shot to his head. He disregarded any military decorum, rushed over in three strides, and kicked Su Ming in the buttocks.

"Get up there!"

Su Ming skillfully dodged to the side, avoiding the kick, and then slipped into the cabin of the helicopter that had just landed.

Li Changfeng, his face flushed with rage, pointed at his own nose and roared at the bewildered Snow Fox, "Look carefully, I'm Li Changfeng! That kid's name is Su Ming! Su Ming!"

The snow fox's brain has crashed.

He glanced at Li Changfeng, whose face was full of wrinkles, who was nearing retirement age, and who was furious.

Then I looked at the young college student sitting at the cabin door, looking completely harmless, sharing the last piece of chocolate with the Tibetan girl.

He felt it was utterly absurd, and his mind was buzzing.

The one who played with mirrors, flew kites, used salt to snipe people, and rode on boxes to run people over... was he a newbie?

A few seconds later, the snow fox closed its eyes in pain, lowered its head deeply, and collapsed completely.

"Fuck..."

"Eastern Sorcery..."

"Even the name is fake..."

"What kind of monsters and demons are these...?"

The cabin door was closed, shutting out the wind and snow outside.

Li Changfeng slumped heavily into his seat, placed the national treasure in his arms into the safe he was carrying, and only after hearing a crisp "click" did he let out a long sigh.

Won.

Although the victory was ugly, absurd, and nerve-wracking.

But in the end, they won.

The man in white was "Ghost Thief" Harrison, one of the top ten most wanted thieves on the international wanted list, and a world-class skier. However, he had two ribs broken by an iron box and is still unconscious.

Li Changfeng nudged Su Ming's shoe: "Hey, why did you mention my name just now?"

Su Ming unwrapped a mint he found in a pocket crevice and popped it into his mouth: "When you're out in the world, you give yourself an identity. If he breaks out of prison to take revenge later, it'll be easier for him to find you than me."

Li Changfeng couldn't catch his breath, feeling his heart pounding wildly in his chest. His hand instinctively reached for the pocket where he always kept nitroglycerin pills.

He felt that returning from this mission would shorten his lifespan by at least ten years.

Su Ming suddenly pulled out a crumpled little notebook: "Director Li, stop playing dead. The mission is over, let's settle the score."

Li Changfeng sat up straight, wary: "What accounts? Wasn't the contract signed?"

"That's the basic package." Su Ming opened his notebook and read aloud in the dim cabin light, "The extreme skiing just now was a high-risk stunt, so it costs extra. Also, my down jacket is damaged, and..."

He paused, then pointed to the empty backpack:

"My mental nourishment is gone. That sugar was not only my motivation, but also my energy reserve for the CET-6 exam. Now that it's cut off, I have reason to suspect it will affect my memory."

Li Changfeng looked at him: "So?"

"Compensation for emotional distress, plus a risk hedging fund for failing Level 6." Su Ming closed his notebook. "Don't worry, I'll give you a 20% discount."

Li Changfeng rolled his eyes, turned to look at the snow-capped mountains outside the window, and said with a hint of amusement in his voice:

"Go back and write an application. As long as you pass the CET-6, I'll even give you my salary card."

"make a deal."