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

Kun was stunned.

He had considered countless possibilities: blackmail, extortion, demanding release...

But to his utter surprise, the first request from the other party was... to borrow the WiFi?

What is this? Is it humiliation?

On his own turf, a fugitive asked him to open the internet so that he could check his accounts.

"You're dreaming!" Kun roared.

"Oh?" Su Ming's voice remained calm. "It seems Boss Duan has a lot of confidence in your cash reserves. Let me try a different approach. I heard your drilling project on the east side of the park recently hit a 'critical layer'? I wonder if your 'distinguished overseas clients' would be interested in you burning the project data along with their investment funds?"

boom!

Kun was stunned and stood frozen in place, his silk pajamas already soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his back.

The drilling project! How did he know?!

That was the biggest secret in Zone K, his ultimate trump card to get in touch with an international energy giant and launder his money! No more than three people in the entire park knew about it!

Who exactly is this student?! What else does he know?!

For the first time, fear overwhelmed anger.

Kun gritted his teeth and roared at the bodyguard at the door, "Go! Tell the tech department to connect me to the external network! Just one line! Now!"

A few minutes later, in the jungle.

On Su Ming's Nokia screen, a faint WiFi signal icon lit up.

He held the satellite phone to his ear and used his other hand to operate his mobile phone, logging into the "Zhongxun" APP.

"Boss Duan, not bad efficiency," Su Ming said calmly. "I checked, and the commission for this order is 500,000. To be honest, that price is a bit insulting for someone who's been rescued from your hell."

Kun remained silent on the other end of the phone; he knew the main topic was about to be discussed.

"Furthermore," Su Ming continued, "my client, Ms. Lin Yue, suffered severe psychological trauma here, and that deserves compensation for emotional distress. Also, I went undercover and worked overtime to get in here, and that also deserves compensation for my services."

"How much do you want?" Kun's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

Looking at his pitiful balance of 350.5 yuan on his phone screen, Su Ming recalled the old director of the orphanage coughing up blood and the surgery notice that urgently needed a large sum of money to save his life.

He held up one finger.

"One hundred million."

"RMB. Transfer it to the account I specify. You have thirty minutes."

"Wh...what?!" Kun thought he had misheard. "One hundred million?! Are you crazy?! Are you robbing a bank?!"

"I'm robbing a bank. Your bank." Su Ming's voice turned cold, leaving no room for negotiation. "Boss Duan, I'm not negotiating with you. You can choose not to give it to me, and I'll leave immediately without taking a single penny."

"Of course, your treasury, your drilling projects, your 'distinguished foreign guests'... will all turn into a dazzling display of fireworks. I think tomorrow's international headlines will be quite exciting."

At this moment, Su Ming no longer displayed the shy college student he once was.

He's a ruthless person who acts decisively and has a clear goal!

He's not some saint; coming here to save people is his job, and he earns money to protect the people he wants to protect!

Kun was breathing heavily; the office was so quiet you could hear his heavy breathing.

One hundred million was almost half of his cash flow. But compared to that drilling project that could completely turn his life around…

This is a devil's choice.

"You...you think you can just take the money and leave?" Kun made a last-ditch effort. "My 'Ghost' team is already in the mountains! They're the best mercenaries in the world! You'll die in the jungle!"

"Oh, really?"

Su Ming chuckled and sent over a complex money laundering route consisting of overseas banks, digital currency wallets, and charitable foundations. It was a money laundering channel that was impossible to trace.

"Then tell them to hurry. Maybe they can still make it in time to see me off."

This additional statement completely extinguished Kun Ge's last glimmer of hope.

"By the way, Mr. Duan, a friendly reminder. Starting in thirty minutes, the price will increase by ten million every minute. My time is very precious."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The call was disconnected.

Kun stared intently at the satellite phone, his eyes bloodshot and blazing with anger.

He lost.

A crushing defeat.

He grabbed another phone and dialed a number.

"It's me! Get me the 'Ghost'!"

The call connected, and he roared with all his might, "I'll send you the target's location later! Don't kill him! I want him alive! I'm bringing him back so he can experience what true hell on earth is like!!"

After hanging up the phone, Kun slumped into a chair, his hands trembling, and began the most humiliating transfer of his life to the account Su Ming had given him.

Deep in the jungle, Su Ming's Nokia phone gave a soft "ding".

A payment notification from an encrypted account popped up.

Looking at the long string of zeros, Su Ming's face remained expressionless; he simply continued calculating silently.

The old hospital director's surgery fee is enough.

The operating costs for the orphanage over the next twenty years are sufficient.

That's enough to cover the tuition fees for all my younger siblings from elementary school to university.

He put away his phone and looked up into the depths of the jungle, where he could already hear faint footsteps and the clanging of equipment.

"The hounds are here."

Su Ming stood up, stretched his wrists, and gripped the boning knife left by his grandfather.

"So, the second phase of the part-time job..."

"here we go."