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

Through the hidden passage provided by Blind Li, Su Ming easily crossed the border.

The ground beneath their feet instantly turned into mud.

The air was filled with the stench of rainforest humus, the smell of cheap diesel fuel, and a faint odor of blood.

This is Angla.

Blind Li led Su Ming to a small town called "Ban Sai".

It was less a small town and more a huge slum. Dilapidated stilted houses were crammed together crookedly, and sewage flowed freely on the filthy streets.

The people on the street had blank yet wary eyes.

Armed men carrying AK47s would occasionally speed by on motorcycles, splashing mud and water so thick that passersby didn't even dare to dodge.

Su Ming, dressed in clean sportswear and carrying a backpack, walked down the street, looking out of place with his surroundings.

All eyes were fixed on him, filled with undisguised malice.

Blind Li was so nervous that sweat beaded on his forehead. He lowered his voice and said, "Boss Su... it's not safe here. Let's find a place to stay quickly."

He no longer dared to call Su Ming "boy".

"No rush." ​​Su Ming, however, looked around with great interest, like a curious tourist.

He was observing.

Observe the equipment of the armed personnel to determine which warlord faction they belong to; observe the text on the shop signs to distinguish the local dialect and sphere of influence; observe the expressions of gamblers at roadside gambling stalls to analyze the local economic situation and population composition.

He quickly pieced together these fragmented pieces of information, sketching out the underground order of this sinful town in his mind.

They entered a teahouse that looked relatively clean.

The teahouse was filled with smoke, and several shirtless, tattooed men were playing cards. On the table were stacks of colorful banknotes and several dark handguns.

The arrival of Su Ming and Blind Li brought the card game to a halt.

The leader, a scarred man, looked up, his gaze landing on Su Ming. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Blind man, where did you get this newbie? Looks pretty fresh."

Blind Li quickly smiled ingratiatingly: "Brother Long, this is a distant nephew of mine who has come to rely on me."

"Nephew?" Scarface jumped up, walked up to Su Ming, and patted his face. "Kid, are you an adult yet? Do you know where you are?"

A strong stench of sweat and alcohol hit me.

Su Ming remained unfazed, even flashing a shy smile: "I know, this is a place to make big money."

"Hahahaha!" Scarface and his men burst into laughter.

"Another fool trying to get rich!"

"Brother Long, this kid's got such delicate skin, if we sell him to the K district, he'll probably be nothing but bones!"

Blind Li's heart was in his throat, fearing that Su Ming might act rashly in a fit of anger. If they fought here, neither of them would be able to leave.

However, Su Ming's next move stunned everyone.

He took out a wad of US dollars, about a thousand dollars, from his backpack and gently placed it on the table.

"Brothers, I'm new here, please have some tea." His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear.

Scarface's laughter stopped abruptly. He stared at the stack of US dollars, then glanced at Su Ming.

A guy who looks like a poor student casually pulls out a thousand dollars?

"Kid, what do you mean?" Scarface's eyes turned dangerous.

Su Ming was still smiling, but there was something in his smile that was hard to describe.

"It doesn't mean anything." He extended his index finger and tapped the cards on the table lightly.

That was a set of dominoes.

"Brother Long, if you hadn't played a pair but instead went for a straight flush, your chances of winning would have been much higher," Su Ming said slowly. "Like this gun on your waist, it's a replica of the M1911. The firing pin is badly worn, and the jamming rate is over 30%. If a fight really broke out, the first person to die might be you."

The teahouse fell silent instantly.

Scarface broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his neck.

The gun on his waist was indeed faulty, and this was his biggest worry. Only he knew the truth about it.

Did this student see right through you with just a glance?

He is not a student.

What is he?

Scarface looked into Su Ming's eyes, hidden behind his glasses. They were calm and still, yet they exuded a chilling coldness that sent shivers down his spine.

"Friend, which gang are you from?" Scarface's voice was dry, and his attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant.

"I told you, I'm here to make money." Su Ming withdrew his hand and pushed the wad of US dollars over. "Let's be friends."

Scarface hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted the money.

"Okay...okay! If you need anything in Ban Sai Town, just mention my name, Brother Long!"

A potential bloodshed was averted with just a thousand dollars and a few words.

Li the blind man watched in stunned silence, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He had once again completely changed his perception of Su Ming. This man was not only terrifying intellect, but his audacity was also terrifying to the extreme.

As he walked out of the teahouse, Blind Li finally let out a long breath, his voice trembling: "Boss Su, you...you took too much of a risk just now."

Su Ming shrugged indifferently: "I'm just testing the rules of survival here. It seems simple—whoever has the strongest fist is right."

As he spoke, he looked up at the edge of the town, at the area shrouded by high walls and searchlights.

"When will the people from Sector K arrive?"

Blind Li snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "It's arranged, tomorrow morning, at the black market at the entrance of town."

"Very good." Su Ming nodded.

As night fell, the town's crime was just beginning. Gunshots, women's screams, and drunkards' curses mingled together into a chaotic cacophony.

Blind Li tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Su Ming in the next room was lying on the bed, breathing steadily, as if he were asleep.

But if anyone could see his eyes, they would find that they shone remarkably bright in the darkness.

He was mentally mapping out all the information he had gathered that day into a detailed map.

Every armed personnel, every camera, and every possible escape route is clearly marked on it.

The hunter has entered the hunting grounds.