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

The night wind swirls yellow sand across the wilderness.

Behind the earthen slope, Big Gold Tooth, with his ears pressed to the ground, heard the roar of an engine.

Two headlights flashed across the sand dunes, and then two beat-up pickup trucks bearing the Bloodaxe Camp logo lurched toward them.

Big Gold Tooth jumped up, grabbed his rifle, rushed up the embankment, and blocked the road, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Listen up, you guys! You're insolvent! Get out of the car immediately, hand over your assets, and cooperate with the risk control department!"

The brakes slammed on, and the pickup truck left two black tracks on the yellow earth.

The car window rolled down, and Su Ming leaned out, staring at the big gold tooth blocking the hood of the car.

Big Gold Tooth recognized the face. He immediately threw down his rifle, bent his knees, and slid down to kneel in front of the car.

"Dad! You've won!" Big Gold Tooth tilted his head back, his eyes filled with fervor. "I knew it! This was definitely a high-level deal! Those poor bastards couldn't stop your business negotiations!"

Su Ming got out of the car, took out the stack of documents covered in bloody handprints from his backpack, and handed them over.

Big Gold Tooth caught them with both hands. He leaned closer to the headlights, using the light to examine the mortgage agreements and acceptance forms. Each red fingerprint represented a forfeited asset.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He held the documents above his head and looked up at Su Ming, exclaiming, "My God! You've taken down all the transnational warlords! Dad, I'm quitting the underworld, I'm going to study finance with you!"

Just then, the Black driver whistled and rubbed his fingers together at Li Changfeng.

The driver of the second car also turned around, looked at Old Zhao in the back seat, and grinned: "Old man, fare."

Li Changfeng's face turned cold, and with a swift movement of his left hand, he delivered a precise chop to the driver's neck. The driver didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he slumped onto the steering wheel.

The horn emitted a piercing, long blare.

Old Zhao sat in the second car, tightening the lid of his thermos, his right hand gripping the middle of the cup. He turned around, swung his arm in a wide arc, and the thermos whistled as it smashed onto the driver's forehead.

The driver swayed to the side and became still.

Big Gold Tooth watched with shining eyes. He quickly pulled out a crumpled notebook and half a pencil from his pocket, bit off the cap, and scribbled down notes in the headlights.

"Business details: If there are obstacles, don't give tips, just forcefully cancel the transaction." Big Gold Tooth nodded as he wrote, "No wonder he's a senior executive, his methods are tough! I've learned something new."

More than thirty Chinese engineers climbed out of the pickup truck. Old Gao, clutching his large adjustable wrench, trembled and plopped down as soon as his feet touched the ground. He looked back at the distant outline of the fortress, panting heavily.

Old Gao muttered absentmindedly, "They're out? They're really out, damn it?"

Li Changfeng got out of the car and strode up to Su Ming, his expression tense: "Su Ming, you're incredibly reckless. If that warlord had just thought this through, we'd all be dead tonight. This is walking a tightrope with our lives on the line."

Old Zhao slid off the car, his legs were so weak he was shaking, and he only managed to stay upright by holding onto the car door.

"That son of a bitch, Li Changfeng!" Old Zhao pointed at Li Changfeng and cursed, "Stop pretending to be rational! You've screwed me over! This kid is too cunning! He managed to swindle a warlord out of nothing! I almost peed my pants in there!"

Old Zhao clutched his hair, trembling all over: "Those were five hundred guns! He went in and started demanding payment! I've never seen debt collectors like this in my life! I'm about to have a heart attack!"

Li Changfeng didn't say anything, silently took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out two quick-acting heart pills, walked over, pried open Lao Zhao's mouth, and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

Old Gao was stunned. He shifted his position closer and looked at Li Changfeng expectantly: "Boss, are there any more? Give me two too, my blood pressure is too high right now."

Li Changfeng glanced at Lao Gao, poured out two pills, and handed them over.

Su Ming stood still. He looked at the few people slumped on the ground and patted his backpack.

"Brother Li, Uncle Zhao," Su Ming said, his voice as steady as ever, "Let me correct a misconception. It's not about being bold. As long as the process is compliant and the logic is closed, the risks are controllable."

Su Ming zipped up his backpack.

"And one more thing," Su Ming glanced at the searchlights shining in the direction of the fortress in the distance, "Now we don't need to be afraid of them anymore. The document is in effect. Legally and financially speaking, I'm the boss here now. That fortress is my legal collateral."

Su Ming pointed to his nose.

"Blood Axe and his five hundred henchmen are now my free security guards."

The wasteland fell into dead silence, broken only by the sound of Old Zhao swallowing pills. Big Gold Tooth clapped frantically beside him, his palms turning red from the effort.

At the same time, on the third floor of the fortress.

Blood Axe crossed his legs, closed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondering which style of suit to wear to high-end banquets in the future.

"That was close today." Blood Axe exhaled a smoke ring, crossed his legs, and said, "I almost got ripped off by that 500 million dollar trap. Luckily, I was quick-witted, managed to avoid disaster by paying a hefty price, and even saved your jobs in the process."

The adjutant, bowing and scraping with a broad smile, said, "Boss is brilliant! One must know how to be flexible. I think that kid surnamed Su is a good-natured man, rich but naive. From now on, we can rely on his powerful backer and live a life of luxury!"

"That's right." Blood Axe flicked his cigarette ash, feeling that tonight's deal was the pinnacle of his business career.

Just then, a soft "click" of a mouse came from behind the desk in the corner.

The finance officer stared intently at the string of glaring zeros on the computer screen. His fingers froze on the keyboard, cold sweat trickled down his temples, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Boss... Boss..." The accountant's voice trembled, his voice shrill and grating.

"What are you doing! From now on, call me the security captain!" Blood Axe frowned, exhaling a smoke ring with displeasure. He was now fully immersed in his role and quite satisfied with his new identity.

The accountant fell to his knees with a thud and scrambled to his desk. He grabbed Blood Axe's trouser leg and, with a sob in his voice, screamed in utter despair.

"Boss! Wake up!" The accountant cried, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Just half an hour ago, we occupied this fortress of reinforced concrete, held over thirty hostages, and had five hundred million in the account to maneuver! We could attack or retreat at will!"

Blood Axe impatiently tried to kick him away: "Get to the point!"

"The key point is!" the accountant screamed, her fingernails scratching the ground. "Now! He's taken everyone away! We legally returned that 500 million! Most importantly, you just pressed your bloody handprint on the record, legally mortgaging him all the camps, vehicles, and guns we worked so hard to capture!!!"

The night wind from the wilderness blew into the office through the broken window.

The desperate cries of financial despair echoed mournfully down the corridor.

"Boss! We're penniless now! We don't even own our base anymore! Those five hundred brothers outside have their guns now too! You're just a legal, free bodyguard watching over that Chinese student's gate!!!"

Blood Axe's smug smile froze instantly.

clack.

The cigar in his mouth fell to the ground, sending up a small burst of sparks.

Blood Axe mechanically turned his head, looking at the accountant kneeling on the ground: "Didn't you just say that this method was a sure thing?"

The accountant, with a long face, said, "Boss, I'm calculating from the perspective of an ordinary worker! Being a security guard is definitely more stable than being a bandit!"

Blood Axe stared blankly at the thin paper with a red handprint in his hand.

Su Ming's sympathetic and regretful face flashed through his mind, as did Old Zhao's heartbroken "Foolish!" and his own resounding "Thank you!" as he bowed earlier...

A death warrant? What kind of wanted poster is that?!

That's five hundred million I got through kidnapping, I earned it with my own skills! I gave him my underwear and even kowtowed to thank him?!

Blood Axe's face turned from red to green, then from green to purple. His chest heaved violently, and his breathing became unusually heavy.

"Fuck your damn Chinese students!!!"

Blood Axe's roar almost tore his throat apart. Like a trapped beast, he overturned the desk, sending documents and cigar ash flying wildly through the air.

"Chase him! Bring him back to me! I'll skin him alive! I'll kill him!!!"