Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

"If it were anyone else, I would kill him, but do you know, Sister Feng? The poison maker Yicai is from this village!"

"Yicai? Who is it?"

Sister Feng's eyes showed confusion, obviously she didn't know who she was.

"Liu Qing died, and Yicai learned his craft."

When Ah Sheng saw Sister Feng's confusion, he also unhurriedly revealed Yicai's other identity.

"You mean..."

When Sister Feng heard what Asheng said, she understood something, a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes, and she put down the gun in her hand.

There was silence after that.

Looking at this scene, I seemed to vaguely guess the village chief's confidence in doing this.

Seeing that Sister Feng was no longer impulsive, Ah Sheng turned around to negotiate with the village chief.

"Didn't you just raise the price yesterday? It's not very authentic for you to do this!"

Ashengpi smiled, handed the village chief a cigarette, and spoke slowly.

"Do you really think I'm doing this for money?"

The old village chief stretched out his chapped hand and took the cigarette from Asheng. He raised his cloudy eyes and stared at Asheng like nails.

"Isn't it?"

Ah Sheng exhaled a puff of smoke and couldn't help asking, with amusement in his eyes.

For Asheng, money is the ultimate goal!

"Hmph, you let these people guard us here. This beast raped Xiaomei last night! If I didn't do this, you wouldn't have come, right?"

The old village chief snorted coldly, threw the cigarette to the ground, and pointed at a clay-legged man holding an electric baton with a trembling body, accusing him of evil deeds.

"Brother Sheng, no, I..."

Mudleg was suddenly named by the old village chief, his eyes wandered, and he subconsciously wanted to defend himself.

"Is there such a thing?"

Asheng frowned and asked the mud-legged man in a cold voice.

"Brother Sheng, I, I was really obsessed at that time and couldn't restrain myself..."

When Mujiuzi heard Asheng questioning him like this, he calmed down and admitted it.

"It's very difficult for me to do this..."

Before Nishanzi finished speaking, he saw Asheng touching his hair, and then a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

In an instant, he took out the pistol from his waist and shot Mud Legs several times without mercy at all.

It wasn't until Mudleg fell down that Asheng put away the pistol with a calm expression on his face.

"Did I tell you that I won't let you touch them? If you don't obey, this is what you will get!"

Asheng looked around at the mud legs present and said in a cold tone.

Those mud-legged people shrank their necks, with a look of fear on their faces.

They nodded in unison and answered:

"I know, Brother Sheng."

"Are you satisfied with how I handle it?"

Asheng turned to face the village chief, a smile appeared on his face again, and he asked in a somewhat flattering manner.

"That's it."

The old village chief raised his eyebrows, saw Mud Legs lying on the ground, raised his hand, shook it, and said this.

The villagers who were still noisy at first fell silent instantly when they saw the village chief acting like this.

The next second, the villagers gathered together dispersed and went back to their homes.

The old village chief didn't say anything, he just turned around and walked away.

Asheng looked at the old village chief's back, his expression darkening.

"Ah Qi, there are 150,000 in this card, 100,000 will be given to this brother's family, and the remaining 50,000 will be used to have fun with the brothers."

Asheng thought for a while, took out a card from his trouser pocket, handed it to the mud-legged man who came to report the message, and said these words.

"Brother Sheng spent money!"

Ah Qi rubbed his hands like a classic fly, then came to Ah Sheng's side with a smile and took the card.

Then the mud-legged people next to them couldn't help but express their thanks.

A slap in the face and a sweet jujube were used to make Asheng play the game clearly.

"By the way, Ah Sheng, what's going on with Yicai? Why did she learn Liu Qing's skills?"

After Asheng had almost settled the matter here, Sister Feng couldn't help but ask him.

"Didn't Liu Qing fall ill for a while? Then he came here to recuperate. During this period, the girl named Yicai took good care of him."

"Then he asked Yicai to be his assistant. Fortunately, Liu Qing's skills were not lost."

"Otherwise, no one would be able to produce methamphetamine with such high purity."

As Sheng said, he felt for a cigarette in his pocket, but all he found was an empty cigarette box.

At this time, I took out a flower and handed it over.

"Huh? What's your brother's name?"

Ah Sheng was surprised, took the cigarette, and asked me what my name was.

"Jiang Bai."

I replied calmly.

"There's nothing I can do, Sister Feng. I only recognize that little girl's goods now. Otherwise, things here wouldn't be so difficult for me to deal with."

Asheng frowned, took a puff of cigarette, and continued before Sister Feng could speak.

"Okay, take me to meet this God of Wealth."

Sister Feng nodded, and then motioned to Ah Sheng to take her to see Yicai.

Sister Feng is right in saying this. After all, the poison maker is indeed the God of Wealth.

"Well, let's go then."

After Asheng heard this, he nodded and motioned for us to follow him.

Our car wound around and came to a mountain.

Then Asheng stopped the car ahead because there was no road ahead for cars.

Sister Feng didn't say anything this time. After all, he was really the God of Wealth, and Sister Feng was very tolerant.

Besides, it’s his fault that Sister Feng asked me to follow her on my back!

Naturally, she won't be tired.

I hummed and carried her on my back. At this time, I also understood why Sister Feng asked me to follow.

I didn't expect that I could be of such use.

After circling around, we came to a simple house. There were several men with guns and clay legs standing guard next to it.

To make poison, the main thing is to hide it, as long as you have the raw materials, and you don't need a too luxurious house.

"Brother Sheng, Sister Feng is here too."

A man with mud legs came over to say hello. Only then did I have the opportunity to sit next to him and rest.

Needless to say, Sister Feng is still a little heavy, but it’s not because I’m weak.

I looked around and found that this place was surrounded by tall trees. It was quite a secluded place.

There are a few mud-legged people guarding this place, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

"Call Yicai to stop and let her take a rest."

Brother Sheng nodded, and then gave instructions to the mud-legged man.

"Sister Cai, Brother Sheng wants you to take a rest."

Mudlegs came to the door of the house, stretched out his hand, knocked on the door, and shouted inside.

There was no sound inside, but after a while, a woman wearing a white protective suit and a mask came out.

He looked at all of us and then said coldly:

"If you fart, hurry up, otherwise I will go back..."