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

"Thump, thump, thump."

The sound of the rifle butt striking the partition wall was dull and powerful, like a death knell.

Ah Xue's face instantly drained of color. She whirled around, staring intently at the wall, her voice trembling: "They're next door! How could they be here so quickly!"

Old Zhao's heart, which had just calmed down, started pounding again. He instinctively hugged the thermos even tighter, and the prayer beads on the thermos swayed gently.

Li Changfeng remained leaning against the door, his eyes sharp, fixed on the wall.

Just then—

"Tap, tap, tap."

The knocking sounded again, this time coming from outside the door in the hallway.

A male voice with a cold Russian accent rang out, extremely penetrating:

"Train security check. Please open the door and show your passport and luggage manifest."

Ah Xue trembled all over, her hair standing on end in shock.

She slid to Su Ming's side, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "No security check! This train to that godforsaken place never checks tickets, let alone luggage! It was them!"

Su Ming nodded, indicating that he had heard.

Ah Xue is going crazy.

"Did you fucking hear me? It's Arctic Fox! They're trying to break in!" she growled, grabbing Su Ming's arm and trying to drag him into a corner. "You, get in the corner! You, hide under the bed! You—"

Before she could finish giving her instructions, Su Ming had already pushed her hand away and walked straight towards the door of the private room.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Ah Xue's eyes widened, unable to believe what she was seeing. Was she really this eager to die?!

"Miss Xue." Li Changfeng appeared in front of her at some point, blocking her way, his voice cold and hard, "Don't disturb him."

"Disturb him? Disturb his reincarnation?!"

"Click".

Under Ah Xue's distraught gaze, Su Ming calmly turned the lock on the door.

There were three people standing outside the door.

The leader was a burly man nearly two meters tall, wearing a dark blue train conductor's uniform. His bulging muscles stretched the uniform taut, and the collar was askew, revealing the edge of his bulletproof vest underneath. Behind him were two equally tall, cold-eyed companions. The three of them stood in a standard tactical triangular formation, blocking the entire corridor.

The burly man's gaze swept over Su Ming, then over Li Changfeng and Lao Zhao behind him, and finally landed on Ah Xue, who looked utterly desperate in the corner.

He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth, and his Russian-accented Chinese carried a bloody undertone: "Found it, little mouse."

Su Ming smiled politely, leaned against the doorframe, and spoke in a tone as gentle as a community grid worker: "Good evening, gentlemen. According to the Convention on International Rail Transport, conducting unofficial mandatory inspections on cross-border trains is a violation. I suggest..."

"Get out of here!"

The burly man ignored his nonsense, shoved Su Ming aside, and drew his gun from his waist.

His two companions behind him also drew their guns at the same time, moving extremely fast, and the muzzles of their guns were instantly pointed at Li Changfeng and Lao Zhao.

Ah Xue slowly closed her eyes, despairingly giving up on thinking. Well, at least it's over...

Old Zhao's knuckles were taut as he gripped the thermos, ready to smash it and recoup his losses before he died.

All that could be heard was a soft, almost inaudible sigh.

"Sigh, it's happening again."

That sigh was the signal to take action.

He used the force of the push to his side, just in time to avoid the burly man's gun. The burly man's finger was already on the trigger, and a hand silently reached out from below, not to take the gun, but to quickly tap the inside of his wrist with two fingers!

"Snapped!"

With a soft click, the burly man felt a piercing numbness in his wrist, his arm went numb and weak, and he could no longer exert any strength. The pistol then slipped from his hand.

Su Ming caught the falling pistol with his left hand. With a flick of his wrist, the heavy butt of the gun slammed into the mercenary's temple on his right!

"Bang!"

The mercenary didn't even utter a sound before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed.

The last mercenary reacted extremely quickly, immediately turning his gun towards Su Ming.

But Su Ming was already right in front of him.

Instead of dodging, he faced the muzzle of the gun, raised his left arm like a whip, and struck the opponent's arm joint with his elbow.

"Snap!"

A sound of bones dislocating rang out!

The mercenary let out a suppressed groan of pain, his arm snapping outward at an odd angle, and the gun flew out of his hand.

Su Ming caught the incoming gun with his right hand and then used the butt of the gun to smash it into the opponent's jaw.

"Bang!"

The third person collapsed to the ground, his jaw dislocated, blood gushing from his mouth, completely incapacitated.

It took less than three seconds.

Three well-equipped and highly trained Arctic Fox elites were involved in the incident. One was knocked unconscious, one had a dislocated joint, and the other was convulsing on the ground, clutching his arm.

The whole process was swift and efficient.

Ah Xue remained in the posture of closing her eyes and waiting to die, but the expected gunshot did not ring out. She opened her eyes a crack in confusion, then her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and finally she froze on the spot.

Three unconscious "train conductors" were lying on the ground.

The college student she thought was cannon fodder was holding a gun in one hand, looking down at the burly man on the ground with a troubled expression.

"See, can't we just talk things out?"

The burly man's elbow joint was dislocated, and his entire arm hung limply. The excruciating pain made him break out in a cold sweat. He looked at Su Ming with eyes full of fear, as if he had encountered a demon.

Old Zhao held his thermos, looked at the three people on the ground, then at Su Ming, and shook his head with a look of pity.

"Hey, why did you guys provoke him?"

He muttered something, then skillfully pulled a nitroglycerin pill from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it dry.

Xue was completely stunned. She took a step back and slammed her back against the wall before stopping.

She stared intently at Su Ming, as if trying to bore a hole through him, before rushing forward like a madwoman, pointing her finger at his nose and screaming, "You! You just said you have no practical experience?!"

"I didn't," Su Ming said, casually tossing the two pistols onto the table with an innocent look. "I was acting in self-defense."

"Then who exactly are you?" Ah Xue's voice was low and trembling with shock.

Su Ming didn't answer. He squatted down, rummaged through his canvas bag and pulled out a stack of documents, shook them, and held them up to the burly man with the dislocated elbow.

"Come on, don't faint yet."

The burly man's face contorted in pain as he looked up—

Declaration of Voluntary Waiver of Property Claim Rights and Waiver of Personal Injury Rights.

"Sign this, so you don't turn around and accuse me of intentional assault." Su Ming took a pen out of his pocket and put it into the burly man's hand where his shoulder wasn't dislocated. "Don't worry, this is a bilingual version with annotations of the Ice Mist Kingdom's laws. Take your time reading it."

The burly man: "..."

Just then, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the walkie-talkie carried by one of the mercenaries.

A cold voice rang out:

"Viper Squad, what's the situation? Has the target been eliminated? Please respond."

"Please respond if you hear me."