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

Hassan froze, his fat face trembling violently, and nodded frantically: "US dollars! Of course, US dollars! Swiss bank drafts, cashable on demand! As long as I survive, I'll give you as much as you want!"

Su Ming nodded.

He is a high-quality customer.

Such clients, willing to go to any lengths to survive, are a rare resource in the financial market. As long as the money is in place, even a deal from the underworld can be withdrawn.

Su Ming loosened his fingers.

The assassin, whose wrist had been crushed, staggered backward, his face covered in cold sweat.

"I'm sorry, there might have been a misunderstanding."

Su Ming stepped forward, blocking Hassan's path.

"Now, he's my VVVIP client. To mess with him, you'll have to pay extra. A lot of money."

By this time, the other two assassins had come to their senses.

They exchanged a glance, gripped their daggers tightly, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent. The mission had to be completed; anyone who stood in their way would die.

Li Changfeng was amused when he saw this.

This is the rhythm he's familiar with.

"I knew a vacation wouldn't be complete without exercise."

Li Changfeng kicked away the flip-flops that were in his way, stepped barefoot onto the floor tiles, and struck a pose, his eyes gleaming even brighter than before.

Once a veteran's blood gets hot, it's hard for it to cool down.

"Su Ming, the one on the left is mine! The one on the right is yours!"

Li Changfeng let out a low roar, his bones cracking as he said, "Even though I've retired to the second line, these hands aren't useless! I'll teach you what military boxing is all about!"

He was about to rush out.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

It looked like a light touch, but in reality, a clever force pressed Li Changfeng down so hard that he sat on the spot where the fat man had fallen.

Li Changfeng: "?"

He turned around abruptly: "What are you doing?"

"Uncle Li, sit down properly, don't try to scam me."

Su Ming said with a serious expression: "Article 1 of the contract states that Party B must guarantee Party A's personal safety, and Party A must not engage in high-risk activities. Medical expenses will not be reimbursed for fights."

Li Changfeng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I'm going to fight! That's a fight! Who the hell is trying to scam me?

Before Li Changfeng could even roar out, the three assassins had already rushed forward.

Su Ming didn't even glance at the approaching assassin. His gaze swept around before settling on a cleaning truck not far away. He strode forward and pulled out a heavy-duty industrial-grade metal mop.

This mop is for industrial use; the handle is made of solid metal, thick and heavy.

Facing three gleaming tactical daggers, Su Ming remained unfazed. Instead of swinging his mop to block, he swiftly shoved the mop head into the gap of the base of a massive, half-person-high stainless steel trash can next to him.

This trash can was designed to be explosion-proof, but it was filled with coconut shells and beverage bottles thrown by tourists. It was incredibly heavy, and even two cleaning ladies couldn't lift it.

The three assassins rushed into the attack range and surrounded the enemy in a triangular formation.

"Die!" Scarface thrust the dagger in his hand straight at Su Ming's heart.

Su Ming didn't even look at him. He gripped the end of the mop handle with both hands, pushed off the ground with his feet, used his back as a fulcrum, and exerted force with his waist to press down hard.

"Get up."

This is the most basic principle of leverage.

The mop handle is long enough, the fulcrum is short enough, and it perfectly embodies the lever principle.

The metal trash can, weighing several hundred kilograms, was pried up and flew through an arc.

A huge shadow loomed over the three charging assassins.

They looked up and saw a massive stainless steel object rapidly enlarging before their eyes.

At this point, inertia will prevent you from dodging.

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang shook the entire hall.

The huge trash can landed precisely on the heads of the three people, pressing them down like turtles trapped underneath.

The impact, combined with the weight of the trash can, knocked the three of them to the ground.

Then came a series of pig-like screams, and rancid water and coconut juice flowing from the trash can, spreading along the cracks in the floor tiles.

The trash can shook violently a few times, as if the person inside was trying to push it open. Su Ming walked over and plopped down on the upside-down base of the trash can.

The shaking stopped.

Only muffled groans remained inside.

The entire room fell silent.

The arriving SWAT officers stopped on the second floor, holding their guns but unsure who to aim at.

Hassan, clinging to Su Ming's trouser leg, cried and snot streaming down his face, "Those bodyguards used to just yell 'Boss, run!' But you actually went for it!"

He looked up at Su Ming, who was sitting calmly on the trash can, and hope rekindled in his eyes.

"I want to hire you!"

Hassan was so excited he was almost incoherent. "Ten million a day! As long as I'm in China, you have to protect me!"

Su Ming looked down at him: "Deal. But that doesn't include sleeping with me."

Li Changfeng sat on the ground, watching this absurd scene.

This kid...

Is that all?

There wasn't even a warm-up?

All you need is a broken mop and a trash can?

Although that move looked simple, the control of the point of force and timing was terrifyingly precise.

Su Ming jumped down from the trash can, clapped his hands, and walked straight up to Li Changfeng.

"Congratulations, Uncle Li."

Li Changfeng hadn't yet recovered from that "mop-style" fighting technique and subconsciously asked, "Congratulations on what?"

Su Ming pointed to Hassan, who was still clinging to his leg and refusing to let go: "For your rehabilitation training, I've specially found you a training partner. I'll negotiate the fee; you just need to enjoy it."

Li Changfeng's lips twitched as he looked at the fat man, covered in designer clothes but crying like a 200-pound child: "Don't do anything reckless, I need to rest! This fat guy looks like a troublemaker!"

Su Ming shook his head, his face full of righteousness, and casually lifted Hassan up from the ground: "Uncle Li, this is called group buying. Young people these days do this to save money. Look, the villa is just sitting empty anyway, having more people makes it more lively, and it can also help you share some of the electricity bill."

"I don't need that little bit of electricity!" Li Changfeng roared.

At this moment, a large number of special police rushed up and surrounded the group.

The SWAT team leader approached, gun in hand, and shouted sternly, "Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head!"

Li Changfeng sighed, took out his ID from the pocket of his floral shorts, and threw it over.

The captain picked up the identification document suspiciously, glanced at it, and his expression immediately changed. He lowered his gun and stood at attention: "Greetings, sir!"

Li Changfeng then regained his composure as section chief and ordered in a deep voice, "The prisoner is in the trash can. Hand him over to you. Seal off the area. The official explanation is that it's an anti-terrorism drill. Understand?"

Su Ming leaned closer and asked Li Changfeng in a low voice, "Uncle Li, is there an extra charge for handling this kind of public relations crisis?"

Li Changfeng's eyes widened: "What do you mean? You want to eat both ends?"

Su Ming nodded matter-of-factly: "Professional service, clearly marked prices. Sealing someone up is a skill too."

Li Changfeng felt his angina was about to flare up again.

He clutched his chest, pointing at Su Ming: "Shut up! And that fat guy, get him out of here!"

Upon hearing that he was to leave, Hassan clung tightly to Su Ming's other leg, terrified: "I won't leave! I'd rather die than leave! Only you can give me a sense of security! I'll pay more! I have twelve oil wells! I have a private jet!"

Su Ming shrugged at Li Changfeng: "You see, the client is too loyal, there's nothing I can do. Besides, he mentioned oil wells, I can't refuse."

Li Changfeng's heart skipped a beat.

Look at these two lively characters, one on the left and one on the right.

One is obsessed with money, the other is obsessed with his life.

Li Changfeng wailed, "The old commander sent me here on vacation, not to run an international daycare center!"