The northern part of Myanmar is the most famous part of the Golden Triangle. Surrounded by deep mountains, it is a paradise for lawless elements and a hell for the people at the bottom.
Warlords are rampant, wars are raging, and fraud is rife. These are all labels that cannot be erased in northern Myanmar.
Moreover, drug lords are particularly rampant here, and the amount of white powder smuggled and sold every year is a huge amount!
Near a mountaintop villa, armed men with guns can be seen everywhere. They stand as quietly as wood, but they reveal a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
In the hall, several figures were sucking white powder, their expressions became more and more indulgent, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves very much.
"Our products are still pure enough." A bald man with a big waist and a big gold chain around his neck said intoxicatedly.
"Hey, we have some time off from our busy schedule." Another thin man with dark bags under his eyes said with a smile.
"Hey, people need to know how to enjoy themselves." The short-haired man next to him said comfortably after recovering from his state.
"If you ask me, having a few gatherings with Brother will save you a lot of trouble. It's much more relaxing than staying with Brother Kun. Being by his side is like being with a tiger."
A man wearing earrings, oily hair and pink face said with emotion.
"Brother Angdu, who can say otherwise? The development of Seaman Group has been going downhill in recent years. It's strange that Brother Kun has a good temper."
The companion next to him sighed: "Especially the smuggled white powder will most likely be stopped. It's getting harder and harder to get through to Daxia."
"Daxia..." Angdu's eyes changed and he said in a low tone: "This country is not easy to mess with."
Especially recently, the momentum has reached its peak.
Nowadays, all the countries in the East are like stars holding the moon, surrounding Daxia, which shows how terrifying its influence is.
"Yes, Daxia's international status is so high now.
"In the recent past, three countries including Neon Baiyue Banglai have surrendered one after another. This was something that was unimaginable before."
"The Heavenly Organization is powerful in the world, and Emperor Xiao Tian is at the top of his game. To be honest, I feel quite scared just being here."
"Hey, in the future situation in the East, I'm afraid this country will really take the lead."
Other companions said one after another.
"Speaking of Daxia, don't we have someone from there?" The short-haired man pursed his lips.
"Yes."
Everyone looked at it together.
I saw a figure in a floral shirt leaning on the sofa. The half-covered shirt was full of tattoos and tattoos.
His eyes were closed and his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was still immersed in the state after inhaling powder.
Everyone is afraid of this person.
Although everyone here is the backbone of the group's board of directors, this man is the most dazzling.
In just ten years, he climbed to this prominent position step by step as an outsider.
The most important thing is that before the other party joined the Seaman Group, he had already gained a reputation in Daxia and was recognized as a desperate thug in the circle.
That kind of ruthless behavior has made many colleagues shy away, fearing that they will offend such ruthless people.
Later, he joined Seaman Group and successfully joined the board of directors with his outstanding ability.
He is usually responsible for transporting drugs to open up the Daxia market. He has helped drug traffickers avoid arrest many times, and the chance of goods being intercepted during transportation has also been greatly reduced.
He enjoys high prestige in all departments of the Seaman Group and is a figure that many latecomers aspire to be.
He is crazy, loves money as much as life, has no bottom line, is burdened with numerous crimes, and has countless lives on his hands. He seems to be born to live for crime, and is an evil ghost walking in the world!
Angdu coughed a few times and said, "Yang Jin, what do you think?"
Suddenly, the man in the shirt named Yang Jin suddenly opened his eyes.
He frowned and felt bored, glanced at Ang Du with a gloomy expression, and said extremely arrogantly:
"What do you want me to say?!"
This look, this tone, is exactly the irritation shown by a drug addict for many years when someone deliberately interrupts his state.
"Faced with the current changes in the country, do you have any feelings?"
"After all, when you first entered the world, there was no god in Daxia, and the Heavenly Court had not yet been established."
Ang Du's face was slightly dull and he said with a smile.
He knew the other person's temper, so he didn't contradict him.
If it were other board members, this attitude would have caused conflict on the spot.
"Haha, it's none of my business!" Yang Jin sneered: "What Da Xia, what Heaven, do they have anything to do with me?"
“With this free time, it’s better to think more about how to open up new channels and create greater value for Seaman Group!”
"Come on, come on, keep sucking!"
As he spoke, he rolled up the tinfoil, his eyes flashed greedily, and he sucked the white powder with a sickly expression.
When everyone saw this, they were immediately speechless.
"Haha, Brother Yang is so honest. He is worthy of being a talent who has been on the board of directors and is equal to us in just ten years." The bald man touched his smooth head and laughed.
Angdu's eyes flickered, staring closely at Yang Jin who was sucking white noodles, "It's been several years, but you don't miss your country at all?"
"Fuck!" Yang Jin's face instantly became furious, he threw away the tinfoil in his hand and yelled:
"Is it over yet? Is it over yet?!"
"If you don't want to suck it, get out of here! Are you coming to my villa to chat?"
His eyes were bloodshot and he looked domineering. He grabbed the glass bottle on the table and threw it to the ground. It seemed that he lost control of his emotions after being high.
"This..." Everyone stood up with very ugly expressions.
"Brother Yang, calm down, Angdu has no other intentions." The bald man said quickly.
"Angdu, you are so serious. Why do you keep asking this question? Don't you know that Brother Yang hates the policemen in Daxia the most?" Companion complained.
"Sorry, sorry, I was too talkative!"
With a smile on his face, Ondu leaned over and tried to calm the man's emotions.
"Get out! Get out of here!!" Yang Jin had blue veins on his forehead and roared repeatedly. He kicked the table with his foot, and white powder was scattered everywhere.
The flowery shirt on his body was taken off and smashed to the ground, and his powerful body was exposed to the air. The tattoos were intertwined and dense, making people feel fearful.
He has a violent and vicious temperament, which is vividly displayed at this moment!
"excuse me."
Everyone was so frightened that they backed away. After spending so many years together, they knew that there was something wrong with the other person's mind. It would be unfair if he was killed here.
Then, Ondu and the others left in a hurry, closing the door before leaving, leaving only the madman roaring and venting in the hall.
In a messy hall.
The figure that looked like an evil ghost had its chest rising and falling violently.
Suddenly, Yang Jin, who had slumped shoulders, gradually straightened his waist, his eyesight returned to clarity, and his expression changed from violent and crazy to calm and collected, as if the gaffe just now had never happened.
His military posture was extremely standard, and his temperament was completely different. He looked at the red sun outside the window and murmured: "Great Xia...Heaven..."