Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 885 The atmosphere is wrong
"Welcome, boss!"

A dozen or so young girls dressed in revealing outfits stood in a row in the private room. Some of them had glimpses of their skin under their sundresses, while a few were wearing bikinis.

Sister Lili, who was wearing crystal shoes that were at least ten centimeters high, changed into a cheongsam with a slit that went all the way up to her waist. She was practically clinging to Lao Wu.

She gently wiped Old Wu's clothes with her black lace handkerchief, and said in a coquettish voice, "Mr. Wu, only you could make this happen. If it were those smelly men, I wouldn't bother with them."

Big Dog sneaked up to Li Xia and whispered, "Brother Xia, it really is true. When a few of us come to play, we ask for a few girls and they send in a few. But today, they pulled this stunt and we got to pick them all."

Old Wu turned to Li Xia and said, "You choose."

"Boss, you choose first, you choose first," Li Xia waved his hand repeatedly.

Old Wu pinched his mother's pert bottom and laughed, "She's the one."

"Ugh, the lights are still on~ How am I supposed to take care of girls like this?" Sister Lili covered her mouth, laughing happily, and leaned closer to Old Wu, whispering, "Even if you say that, it's not over yet that you got my clothes dirty in the small building earlier."

After Li Xia and Da Gouzi had chosen their girls, the main lights in the private room were turned off, leaving only a few neon lights spinning on the ceiling.

The 80-inch TV started playing music, and Old Wu sang into the microphone. He didn't mention Li Xia's brother at all, and Li Xia obediently didn't ask either.

"Brother Xia, I'm not convinced that you knocked me out with two punches last time."

The muscular man, his face flushed, had his arm around Li Xia's shoulder, holding a glass in his right hand, and shouted, "After watching today's match, I understand now that there's still a gap between us. I, Big Dog, am convinced!"

Li Xia raised his glass, clinked it with his opponent's, and said modestly, "Brother, it's just luck that I beat you. You drank a lot of alcohol before the match that day, everyone could see that. Tonight, I took a shortcut, so it's not a fair fight."

During the evening boxing match, Li Xia took advantage of the audience throwing things into the ring to secretly take a shard of glass and hide it. When he was fighting Basong on the ground, he slit his opponent's throat.

The entire stadium was eerily quiet at that moment, because no one had ever seen such a style of play before.

But a few seconds later, those guys who had lost money and were blinded by gambling didn't care about any of that and shouted that they were going to rush onto the boxing ring and fight Li Xia to the death.

The scene was on the verge of chaos.

Fortunately, the adjutant led the soldiers into the arena and announced the general's approval of the match result, thus forcibly ending the riot by force.

Then, the boxer's boss, Boss Tiger, a ruthless guy who was arrogant and domineering in the park and was known as the "Man-Eating Tiger," also left the venue without saying a word.

Only after that did everyone disperse, grumbling and cursing.

"Bullshit! The guy's dead, what's the point of arguing? What kind of competition is this? No-rules mixed martial arts! Whoever stands in the ring until the end wins!"

"The general made the decision, and Tiger didn't say a word either. So those bastards who lost money can just keep yelling? That's so damn shameful!"

Big Dog slammed his fist on the coffee table, indignant on Li Xia's behalf.

When Li Xia first joined their company, it was Li Xia who demonstrated his skills during the interview. As the boss's top henchman, he was taken down by Li Xia in just a few moves.

So when Li Xia faced off against Basong, he was one of only two people in the entire company, besides Lao Wu, who hoped that Li Xia could win the match.

That way, it would seem like he didn't have any reason to complain about losing.

Since the end of this match, Big Dog has naturally regarded Li Xia as his own brother. Losing to one's own people is not shameful, not at all. The stairs were placed just right, ensuring a smooth and safe descent.

The two chatted for a while, and then Ahao, the head of the technical department, brought Li Song in.

"Hey, Zorro Song, you're here?" Big Dog was polite to Li Xia because Li Xia had real skills. In his eyes, Li Song, who was in charge of telecom fraud, was no different from an employee, just a bit higher in rank.

Simply put, within the same system, the armed faction discriminates against the civilian faction. In a place like northern Myanmar, which is without order and is akin to a chaotic world, this is a very normal phenomenon.

That's why Big Dog would discriminate against Li Song, who is clearly a fraudster, but gives himself a nickname involving violence.

"Brother Gouzi, aren't we here to celebrate Brother Xia's victory?" Li Song said with a fawning smile.

Ah Hao adjusted his half-broken glasses, snorted, and sat down on the sofa at the very end.

A few minutes later, two girls entered the private room, led by a young man in a suit, and sat down next to Li Song and Ahao respectively.

The two girls had ordinary features, but because they were young and wore heavy makeup, they looked good no matter how you looked at them.

However, Li Song ignored the girl and his eyes were fixed on the young master. He suddenly stood up, startling everyone, and then pulled out a large wad of cash from his pocket, ripped open the young master's collar, and stuffed it into the gap in his clothes.

"You stay here with me." Li Song smiled knowingly, with a greasy, knowing look.

"Brother, I can't, I'm not," the young master said, waving his hands.

Li Song grabbed another handful of banknotes and immediately pulled down the man's trousers to stuff them inside: "Don't push your luck! Otherwise, you'll get a bullet later!"

After saying that, she dragged the young master towards the suite.

Although the young master said no, his actions spoke louder than words. He had stopped resisting and was keeping up with the impatient Li Song.

Ah Hao adjusted his glasses, wondering if he had helped Li Song open Pandora's box in his heart. Perhaps he shouldn't have told him in the boxing arena that the person on the stage was a transvestite.

Big Dog stared wide-eyed, nudging Ahao, who was playing close to Li Song, with his elbow: "When did this kid start playing this?"

Ah Hao said guiltily, "Tonight."

Old Wu was also curious. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes followed Li Song into the suite, and lingered on the hanging canopy for a few seconds.

Li Xia's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The company boss was still sitting in the private room, how could his subordinates dare to drag a woman—no, drag a "beauty"—straight to the small suite?

In this light, the KTV's "high-energy" packages truly live up to their name, and the other people there are just used to having fun, giving people the illusion that having a good time is a win.

A more precise way to put it is similar to the thought of knowing you can't go back to China, or that you don't have long to live anyway.
Just then, another waiter pushed open the door and came in, carrying an iron tray with several bags of white flour piled on it.

Ah Hao quickly glanced at the boss, Lao Wu, who was sitting in the middle.

Old Wu nodded almost imperceptibly.

Ah Hao downed the liquor in his hand in one gulp, then brought the iron plate to the front of him, tore open a small bag, poured it directly into the plate, then used a plastic card to divide it into several sections, and finally picked up a straw.

The moment he looked down, Ah Hao looked up again and handed the straw to Li Xia: "Brother Xia, don't you want some? The flour here is very pure; no one would mix it in."

In Myanmar, no one would adulterate flour with counterfeit products because there's no need. The reason it's unnecessary is that the price is so cheap that anyone can afford it.

For example, if a small bag of flour costs $100 in Myanmar, then you would need $1000 in China to make a profit.

With a tenfold price difference, if you then add some impurities to make one small bag become two small bags.

That means a cost of $100 can skyrocket to a profit of $2000.

What if there are three small bags, four small bags, or five small bags?

Domestic consumer associations don't handle this, and consumers who sell these things don't dare to report them to the police, so mixing more counterfeit goods into the original packaging is a basic practice.

In Myanmar, the last trafficker who did this would have his grave overgrown with weeds by now.

Li Xia was stunned, then shook his head: "Dude, you pay, I'm not good at this."

Ah Hao quickly glanced at the boss, a move that Li Xia caught. People who can rise from the bottom must have exceptional skills in reading people's expressions.

Old Wu coughed, pointed at Ah Hao, and cursed, "Stay away from this stuff, or you'll ruin your brain! You can sleep with any woman you want here, but if I find out you've touched this stuff again, you're fucking fired."

Ah Hao went along with it and pushed the iron plate forward, ending the game.

Li Xia vaguely felt that Lao Wu might be suspicious of him; these two were putting on an act right in front of him.

He doesn't touch women, doesn't play with flour, hasn't been to a casino in the past few days, hasn't even drunk much alcohol, and is exceptionally good at fighting.

Everyone else sees northern Myanmar as a dead end and tries every possible way to make their lives more comfortable there.

But he seemed completely uninterested in any of these things.

If he were the boss, he'd be worried too.

The atmosphere inside the private room had become somewhat awkward.