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

Ah Biao's hands were shaking, and so was the muzzle of his gun.

Before him lay his men lying haphazardly, the air thick with the stench of blood, stimulating his nerves that were on the verge of snapping.

Su Ming stopped and stood ten meters away from him.

He didn't attack again, but just stared at Ah Biao quietly, his eyes cold, as if he were looking at a living dead man.

"No...don't come any closer!" Ah Biao roared, trying to mask his fear with his voice. He pointed his gun at Lin Yue, who was unconscious under a tree not far away. "If you dare to move again! I...I'll kill her!"

This is his last trump card.

However, Su Ming's face did not show the tension or anger he had expected.

His face remained cold and devoid of any emotion.

"You only have one chance to fire," Su Ming said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching A Biao's ears. "Your heart rate is over 130 beats per minute, your breathing is erratic, and your arm muscles are stiff. At this distance, the deviation from the firing point will exceed 50 centimeters."

He paused, then added.

"In other words, you'll miss."

Ah Biao was stunned.

He couldn't understand anything about heart rate or muscle stiffness, but he could sense the unquestionable confidence in Su Ming's words.

This is a kind of contempt from a higher dimension.

"You...you fucking bluff me!" Ah Biao roared, his voice trembling with fear.

In that instant when he was distracted...

Su Ming made a move!

He stomped his foot and flashed forward!

Ten meters is a distance that can be covered in the blink of an eye!

"Bang!"

A Biao instinctively pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled out, just as Su Ming had predicted, grazing the tree trunk next to Lin Yue and embedding itself deeply.

He had already lost his second chance to fire.

A cold hand gripped his wrist, which was holding the gun, like an iron clamp.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

Ah Biao let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the pistol fell from his hand to the ground.

The next second, the still-warm boning knife was pressed against his throat. The cold blade sent chills down his spine.

"I..." Ah Biao felt a burning sensation in his bladder, and a warm current flowed down his trouser leg.

He peed.

Faced with absolute fear of death, the notorious instructor in Zone K completely broke down.

"Spare...spare me! Big brother! No! Grandpa! Spare me!" He knelt down with a thud, snot and tears streaming down his face. "It's all Brother Kun's fault! Brother Kun forced me to do it! It has nothing to do with me!"

He kowtowed desperately, his forehead pounding against the hard ground with a loud thud.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I apologize to you! I apologize to that girl!"

Although the sound was inaudible in the live stream, the image of A Biao kneeling and begging for mercy was clearly presented to tens of millions of viewers.

The once arrogant bandit leader now resembled a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

This stark contrast made the audience feel completely comfortable watching.

[You're already kneeling? Weren't you so arrogant just now?]

[Hahahaha! Serves you right! You're nothing compared to the God of Slaughter!]

[Awesome! So satisfying! This is how you should deal with these scumbags!]

Su Ming looked at the man at his feet, who was behaving so disgracefully, his eyes showing no emotion, only disgust.

He slowly began to speak: "An apology?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Biao was overjoyed, thinking there was a chance for survival, and kowtowed even more forcefully: "Yes, yes, yes! I apologize! I'll be your slave..."

"I do not accept the apology."

Su Ming's icy voice shattered his reverie.

Ah Biao's heart sank to the bottom.

Just when he thought he was going to die, Su Ming took out his old Nokia phone, turned on the screen, and opened the familiar "Zhongxun" APP interface.

"I only accept bank transfers."

Su Ming held his phone screen up to A Biao's face; it showed a bank account number.

"Your life, plus the emotional distress you caused by pointing a gun at her, makes a total of fifty million." Su Ming's tone was as if he were buying vegetables at a market. "Contact your boss. If the money isn't in your account within a minute, the knife will be slightly off-target."

Ah Biao was completely stunned.

He thought he had misheard.

Even at this point, he wasn't thinking about killing anyone, but rather... getting money?

What kind of brain circuit is this?

But his survival instinct made him hesitate for a moment. He scrambled to his phone and, with trembling fingers, dialed Brother Kun's number.

"Kun... Brother Kun! Save me! He's still alive! All our men are dead! He wants fifty million... or he'll kill me!"

On the other end of the phone came Kun Ge's furious roar, but A Biao didn't care anymore.

Just then—

"Buzz—"

Several blinding beams of light suddenly shone from the direction of the border, instantly illuminating this chaotic scene as if it were daytime.

A tremendous roar grew louder as it approached.

It's an armed helicopter!

A majestic and resonant voice echoed through the night sky through the loudspeaker, carrying an undeniable power.

"Attention! You have illegally crossed the border and entered the airspace of the Dragon Nation! Lay down your weapons immediately and surrender!"

"Immediately! Drop your weapons! Surrender on the spot!"

Along the border, rows of fully armed Chinese border guards stood with their guns pointed at the open area.

Seeing this, Ah Biao was utterly desperate.

Ahead lay the God of Slaughter, behind lay the Heavenly Soldiers.

It’s over.

Su Ming acted as if he hadn't heard, still holding the knife to A Biao's throat, patiently looking at his phone screen as if waiting for a text message.

He slowly raised his head, squinting at the blinding searchlight.

A shy smile appeared on her delicate face, looking completely harmless.