For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

The man with the scar is Uncle Chen's driver, Naichun.

Because of what happened before, Luo Feng had a rather favorable impression of Nai Chun.

Naichun walked to the door, but before she could knock or ring the doorbell, Luofeng opened the tightly closed door.

「!?」

The middle-aged man with the scarred face paused for a moment.

"I guessed that guests had arrived, so I came to open the door."

Luo Feng smiled slightly, his expression somewhat mysterious and unpredictable.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Nai Chun looked slightly surprised. This coincidence seemed a bit strange to him, but fortunately it was a minor matter, so the middle-aged man didn't think about it too much.

The two entered the villa's living room, and Luo Feng invited him to sit on the sofa.

"Naichun, would you like something to drink?"

"No, no need."

Naichun shook her head.

"Yeah?"

Luo Feng also sat down on the sofa and spread his hands.

"However, I only have bottled water and tap water here. If you want a hot drink, I can boil a pot of water for you."

After all, he came here to take refuge, and his refrigerator only contained bottled water.

Nai Chun gave a bitter laugh.

"No need, Mr. Luo, I came here to give you this."

He placed an object covered with a cloth in his right hand on the coffee table in the living room.

Luo Feng lifted the cloth covering it and found that it was a repaired kerosene lamp.

"So that's what it is..."

This is the broken oil lamp that he sent out earlier for repair.

Luo Feng's gaze was fixed on the old kerosene lamp, and a line of information flowed out in his mind.

A kerosene lamp that has been restored: thanks to the skillful hands of a lampsmith, it was reborn in just one day.

Unfortunately, the blessing on the oil lamp has diminished considerably, and its effectiveness is far less than before (if it could receive new blessing, it might be able to regain its former glory).

Luo Feng's pupils contracted.

He hadn't expected it. Despite the kerosene lamp being so badly damaged, the craftsman had repaired it in just one day.

"They said they'd receive it in three days, but it's already here after only a few days. However, the oil lamp's blessing power seems weakened, far less potent than before... So, how can we replenish it?"

Luo Feng paused, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind. He quickly came up with a plan.

He also learned the methods of blessing and prayer from the Seven-Section Tiger Dharma lineage, which will surely come in handy.

"Also, besides bringing the lamp, I came here to see Mr. Luo because I found some information that I felt it was necessary to report back to him."

Naichun's voice sounded somewhat serious at this moment.

Luo Feng's expression also turned serious.

"Is it related to my uncle? Have you managed to find out where he is?"

"no."

Naichun shook her head.

"Even with the boss's connections, it would be difficult to find clues in Surin Province, let alone myself... Actually, I used some of my past resources as a police officer to inquire about Mr. Xu Jianguo's recent activities."

He coughed lightly.

"Please don't misunderstand, I didn't pry into anyone's privacy. It's just that I felt some of Mr. Xu Jianguo's actions were a bit strange, so I asked a friend to check and found that a few months ago, he commissioned a private investigator and paid him to gather some information."

"What intelligence?"

"Mr. Xu is investigating a company."

Naichun explained the situation again.

For the past few months, Xu Jianguo has hired a private investigator to investigate a pharmaceutical company called "Manticor".

This is a large multinational corporation headquartered in Europe. In addition to its global R&D center, it also has multiple laboratories. Manticore also has branches in Bangkok and Chiang Mai.

"Why is my uncle investigating this?"

Luo Feng's eyes grew increasingly puzzled.

"I have no idea."

Naichun shook her head again.

"However, Manticol, this pharmaceutical company, doesn't have a very good reputation. Some say that the company has a lot of shady history. Bribery, improper marketing, financial fraud, and exaggerating the scope of drug application are minor issues. They conducted human trials in Thailand and neighboring Southeast Asian countries, using refugees and prisoners to test new drugs, and even pushed problematic new drugs into the market, causing a lot of problems."

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng also fell into deep thought.

He couldn't understand why his uncle's people were investigating a multinational corporation when the two sides should have no connection whatsoever.

Naichun put down a file containing a dark history of the Mantico Company and then took his leave.

After the middle-aged man left the villa, walked out of the resort, and came out onto the street.

Naichun parked the car on the side of the street. Even though it was already night and the weather was still a bit hot, he wiped his sweat and sat in the driver's seat. A pair of eyes were watching his every move.

"Naichun has left the villa, should we make our move now?"

A man coldly inquired from the driver's seat of a police car parked in a concealed location.

"Don't rush, wait a little longer."

In the back row was a tall, bald, white man wearing sunglasses, a black vest and shorts.

"It's still early. It would be troublesome if there were witnesses. Let's wait until the lights in the nearby houses are turned off before we act!"

"It's a pity we didn't catch that kid last time."

The man in front of the police car, even in this sweltering heat, was wearing gloves and had his hands on the steering wheel.

"Everyone has their lucky moments."

The white man smiled and continued in English, "However, luck won't always be on his side; it will eventually run out..."

The two laughed at this point in their conversation.

However, they were completely unaware that a small, dark hand was resting on the rear window of the car, leaving a handprint on the dusty glass.

……

……

The night was dark and cold as two figures crept into the villa.

"Should we go in together, or should I go in first?"

One of the men, dressed as a Thai police officer, pulled down the brim of his police hat as he took a pistol out of its holster.

"You go in first."

It was probably a bald, muscular foreigner adjusting the wireless headset hanging on his ear.

"I'll keep watch on the perimeter. Although there probably aren't many people in this godforsaken place, it's never a bad thing to have someone keep watch... Besides, it's best not to make too much noise."

After he finished speaking, he added, "If anything happens, contact us by radio."

"clear."

His companion nodded in agreement, dressed as a police officer, also hoping to lower the other party's guard.

"Then I'll go in."

The man smiled and walked towards the main entrance of the villa.

He disguised himself as a policeman and casually pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened, and the bald man's companion went inside.

The door slammed shut.

The bald, burly man initially thought it was just a simple task and didn't take it too seriously. He hid outside the villa and waited for more than half an hour, but then he vaguely felt that something was wrong...

—It's been dragging on for too long.

The bald, burly man tossed the cigarette butt out of his mouth and whispered into the walkie-talkie, "Hey... what the hell are you doing? What time is it? Haven't you caught him yet?"

There was no response from the radio, only a low hissing noise.

The bald, burly man cursed under his breath, drew his pistol from his waist, and strode up the marble steps of the villa's main entrance.

He moved closer to the door, reached out and pushed it, and found that the door was not locked.

"What the hell...didn't the door just close?"

The bald, burly man suddenly pushed open the door, took a step forward, and was about to slip into the villa.

In that instant, a blurry shadow appeared behind him.

Then, a pair of small hands came around from behind his head and covered the bald, muscular man's eyes.

The bald, burly man was unaware of this strange scene. As soon as he stepped into the room, he let out a "Huh?" in a tone full of doubt.

"Where is this place?"

Is this inside the villa?

No, that can't be, right?

The bald, burly man stared blankly at the scenery before him; what should have been an indoor room had turned into a gloomy forest.

Once he stepped through that door, it was as if he had entered another world.

"W-Where am I!?"

His voice carried a hint of inexplicable fear.