I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

The next morning, by the Mekong River.

The speedboat arranged by Lao Wu was moored on the muddy riverbank.

Chen Zheng was wearing a light blue polo shirt and leather casual shoes, with a conspicuous gold Rolex watch on his wrist.

An Ran followed closely behind.

A gray, form-fitting business suit accentuated her figure, while high heels swayed on a swaying springboard.

The sailor leading the way pulled hard on the diesel engine's cable, and the engine roared loudly as the speedboat sped toward the heart of the Golden Triangle.

The cabin was very crowded.

All sorts of people mingled together.

On the left sat several plump bosses who ran a jade business, each wearing a gold chain as thick as a thumb around their neck.

A fat boss glanced at Chen Zheng sideways, his eyes full of undisguised contempt.

"Tsk, these Hong Kong businessmen these days really value money over life."

"Bringing such a beautiful female secretary to this lawless place, she'll probably be detained by the local warlord, along with her underwear."

Upon hearing this, his companion beside him also let out two cold laughs.

"Look at that delicate skin, it'd probably wet its pants at the sound of a gunshot."

"This fat sheep definitely won't survive tonight."

Chen Zheng ignored the group and slowly unscrewed the titanium alloy thermos, taking a sip of goji berry water.

He had already noticed the three guests at the stern out of the corner of his eye.

Two were of mixed white descent, and one had a Southeast Asian appearance.

The three men were wearing tattered jackets, and a canvas bag covered in mud lay at their feet.

To the average person, they were just three penniless gold prospectors.

But Chen Zheng saw through the disguise at a glance.

The three men's breathing rates were remarkably synchronized, their thigh muscles were constantly tense, and their sitting posture created a tactical defensive angle.

The white-mixed-race leader crossed his arms in front of his lower abdomen, with thick calluses on the first joint of his index fingers.

This must be a mercenary who spends most of his time among piles of corpses.

An Ran also sensed the danger.

The hem of his business jacket was slightly upturned, and his right hand remained less than three centimeters from the quick-draw holster at his waist.

She picked up the plastic water bottle, pretending to refill Chen Zheng's cup, and tapped her fingertips rapidly on the inside of the thermos, producing a string of Morse code.

There's a problem.

Chen Zheng grabbed An Ran's wrist with his other hand and drew a semicircle in An Ran's palm with his index finger.

It means to wait and see.

Halfway through the speedboat's journey, an accident suddenly occurred on the river.

Two armed motorboats painted in camouflage suddenly appeared in the water ahead.

With the roar of the motor, the motorboat sandwiched the speedboat from both sides.

Six shirtless, skinny, dark-skinned drug dealers, rifles in hand, peered their dark muzzles into the cabin.

The drug lord, with a hideous scar on his face, pulled back the bolt of his gun menacingly and said, "Toll fee, a thousand dollars per person."

"If you lose even a single penny, you might as well leave your life to feed turtles in the Mekong River."

The fat bosses who were just boasting about their jade business turned pale with fright.

The fat boss's legs trembled as he shakily pulled out his wallet and poured out all the knives inside.

"Brother, don't shoot. You can have all the money."

The drug dealer grabbed Dao Le, spat at him in disgust, and slammed the butt of his gun into the fat boss's forehead.

The fat boss screamed and collapsed, clutching his head, his hands covered in blood, but he didn't dare utter a sound.

The scarred drug dealer turned the gun towards Chen Zheng, his finger on the edge of the trigger.

"now you."

An Ran's eyes turned cold, and the muscles in her right hand instantly tightened, ready to draw her gun and kill these people at any moment.

Chen Zheng, however, preemptively pressed down on An Ran's hand.

He slowly took out a brown paper bag and pulled out a thick stack of Franklin.

With a flick of his wrist, the entire stack of knives slammed into the scarred drug dealer's face.

"It's so noisy, don't disturb my rest."

This blatant act of throwing money around left everyone on the ship completely dumbfounded.

The scarred drug dealer was stunned by the blow, then a greedy look flashed in his eyes, and he immediately lay down on the deck to pick up the scattered knives.

"Thank you, boss. Please take a rest."

The drug dealer collected the money, patted the speedboat with satisfaction, and sped away.

For them, it would be good enough to get the money and leave safely.

Who can guarantee that someone who dares to flaunt their money like this doesn't have some powerful backer?

If not, then it's not too late to talk about it after we get ashore...

Inside the cabin, several fat bosses, covering their heads, stared at Chen Zheng with their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

In their eyes, this Hong Kong businessman was simply insane.

He threw money at an armed drug dealer and was still not killed.

The white mercenary in the corner watched the whole thing with a cold eye, his contempt growing even stronger.

Stupid pig who tries to buy his life with money.

Once ashore, this ostentatious mobile vault would definitely not survive the first night.

The white mercenary removed Chen Zheng from his threat list and closed his eyes to rest again.

Chen Zheng picked up his thermos again and drank water, his smile gradually deepening.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

The speedboat traveled on the river for another hour or so.

As the dense forests on both sides of the river gradually receded, a cluster of buildings appeared at the edge of the view.

A huge cement sign stands on the dock, with the three large red characters "Jinsha Town" standing out conspicuously.

This is the core trading hub of the Golden Triangle region.

As soon as the ship docked, the three mercenaries picked up their canvas bags, nimbly leaped onto the pier, and instantly blended into the crowd.

Chen Zheng dusted off his trousers and led An Ran ashore.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco, cheap alcohol, and a hint of blood.

Even in broad daylight, Jinsha Town remains brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The streets are lined with signs for various casinos and bars, their neon lights flashing incessantly.

Armed personnel with live ammunition stood at every intersection.

These men, with bullet belts around their necks and rifles in their hands, brazenly scrutinized every outsider.

Several gaunt, emaciated poisoners huddled in the shadows by the roadside, their eyes unfocused.

Soon, a Toyota pickup truck pulled up on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and a skinny young man jumped out, greeting them with a broad smile.

"Is that Mr. Chen Yaozu, the boss?"

"Boss Wu sent me to pick you two up. Just call me Ah Kun."

Ah Kun's gaze subtly swept over An Ran's waist, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This woman's legs are not only incredibly thin and beautiful, but she also walks with remarkable stability, definitely a trained fighter.

It seems that the two men that Boss Wu mentioned are definitely not legitimate Hong Kong businessmen.

Chen Zheng slightly raised his chin, adopting the arrogant demeanor of a nouveau riche.

"Lead the way, I don't want to stay in this lousy place for another second."

Ah Kun nodded repeatedly and opened the pickup truck door.

"Boss Chen, calm down. I've arranged the safest place in town for you, and I guarantee you'll have a comfortable stay."

The pickup truck then zigzaggled through the crowded streets before finally stopping in front of a four-story hotel called Night Fragrance.

Ah Kun led the two up to the top floor and pushed open the door to the suite at the end of the corridor.

"This is a luxury suite with a great view. Downstairs are all my men."

"Mr. Chen, please rest for a while. I'll treat you to a welcome dinner tonight."