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

The special police officers put the three killers, who had garbage cans on their heads and were covered in swill, into the car.

Order had been restored in the airport terminal, but the air still smelled of a mixture of rotten bananas and dish soap.

Li Changfeng bent down, picked up the flip-flops that had been kicked off the ground, dusted them off his trousers, and put them back on.

He glanced at Hassan, who was still clinging tightly to Su Ming's leg, and his brows furrowed deeply.

"Alright, the police are here, you're safe now." Li Changfeng pointed to the gate, "Quickly contact your embassy and go back to where you belong."

After saying that, he turned to Su Ming and waved, "You should get lost too, don't delay my recuperation."

Su Ming didn't move.

Hassan didn't move; instead, he hugged her even tighter.

"I'm not leaving!" Hassan's fat face jiggled wildly as he shook his head. "The police can't follow me to the toilet, and they can't follow me to bed! Those guys are 'Black Mambas,' they won't stop until they've killed everyone in their families after taking the deposit! If I step outside, I'll be riddled with bullets!"

Li Changfeng waved his hand impatiently: "Then hire someone else! I'm on convalescent leave, I'm not taking care of the kids."

"I'll pay!" Hassan shouted hoarsely, pulling a gleaming gold checkbook from his pocket. "Wherever you go, I'll go! I'm the heir to the Abdul family of Saudi Arabia; my death will cause fluctuations in international oil prices! You're protecting the world economy!"

Protecting the world economy?

That hat is bigger than that trash can from before.

Li Changfeng sneered, "Stop talking nonsense. I don't care whether crude oil prices go up or down, I just want to go back to bed right now. Su Ming, get him out of here."

Su Ming didn't move, but instead stroked his chin, seemingly calculating something.

After a moment, he looked at Li Changfeng and said sincerely, "Uncle Li, I think what he said makes sense."

"That makes absolutely no sense!"

Su Ming held up one finger: "According to the information sent to me by the Xishan office, your current physical condition is one of exhaustion and blocked meridians. Rest alone is not enough; you must also have massage therapy."

Li Changfeng was amused and pointed at the fat man on the ground: "So what? This fat man knows massage?"

He pointed to Hassan's hands, which resembled steamed buns and were adorned with three large gold rings: "Look at these hands, what else can they do besides counting money and grabbing chicken legs?"

Hassan paused for a moment, then nodded frantically, his eyes filled with unwavering sincerity: "Yes, yes, yes! I'm an expert! I'm very professional! I raised all the camels in my family myself!"

Li Changfeng almost choked to death on his own saliva.

"A camel?!" Li Changfeng's eyes widened. "You call this a masseur? With his size, if he stood on me and massaged my back, he could break my ribs! Besides, I'm a human being, not some beast with two humps!"

Su Ming replied without changing his expression: "Different species, but the principles of acupoints are the same. I can help him adjust the amount of pressure."

"Get lost!" Li Changfeng turned to leave. "I'm not taking this order, and neither are you."

Su Ming stepped to Li Changfeng's side, lowered his voice, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "Brother Li, I'll give you 20% of this money as compensation for your emotional distress."

Li Changfeng's foot, which had been about to step out, was now suspended in mid-air.

Two percent?

This deal is worth tens of millions of dollars a day.

Two percent is two million.

How many of the latest tactical goggles could this buy? How many local specialties could be sent to those old comrades? It could even buy a new batch of tables and chairs for the company's mess hall.

Li Changfeng pulled his foot back and coughed twice to cover up his earlier lapse in composure.

With a stern face, he cleared his throat and said to Su Ming in a righteous and stern tone, "We are a disciplined force, how can we be corrupted by money? This money must be handed over to the organization as reserve funds for special operations!"

After saying that, he turned to Hassan, his gaze drifting to the ceiling, and said in a businesslike tone, "Fine, for the sake of international friendship, as a nation of etiquette, we can't just watch our friendly people end up on the streets."

Su Ming nodded: "Brother Li is very righteous."

Although Hassan couldn't understand the cryptic Chinese, he understood Li Changfeng's gesture of "stay".

"Thank you! Thank you Allah! Thank you Baba!" Hassan was so excited that he was incoherent and got up to kiss Li Changfeng's hand.

Li Changfeng kicked it away in disgust: "Stay away from me! And don't call me Baba, call me Grandpa Li!"

Hassan readily agreed: "Okay, Uncle Li, Baba!"

Li Changfeng: "..."

Half an hour later.

A black extended van was driving on the coastal highway leading to Sanatorium No. 3.

Hassan, sitting in the back seat, was trembling as he massaged Li Changfeng's shoulders with a bottle of safflower oil, trying to prove he wasn't just a freeloader.

"Hiss—be gentle! Is that your hand or pliers?" Li Changfeng grimaced.

Hassan flinched, his hands stopping mid-motion: "I'm afraid I won't use enough force... Uncle Li, is this the right amount of force?"

Su Ming sat in the passenger seat, examining the anti-counterfeiting watermark on the check against the sunlight streaming through the window.

"That's a good amount of money." Su Ming put away the check and turned to Li Changfeng, saying, "Brother Li, bear with it. That's ten million a day. Every time he squeezes the check, he's printing money for you. This business is safer than robbing a bank."

Li Changfeng looked at Hassan's face, which was filled with "survival instinct," and then at the bulging checks in Su Ming's pocket.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

"Fine... go ahead and press! Press as many as you can! Nobody's getting off the bus until this checkbook is completely empty!"