I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

After lunch, my parents went back to their room to rest.

As Li Xiulan left, she was still talking about the massage chair, saying, "I'll get another massage this afternoon!" Luo Weidong teased her, "You've already been using it for an hour, isn't that enough?" The two bickered as they went into the room together.

Luo Fei sat alone in the living room. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the coffee table, with tiny dust particles floating slowly in the beams of light.

He thought of the Jiangcheng Railway Station incident.

In his mind, he asked the system, "System, if I take care of that drug cartel now, will it stop the attack?"

The system's reply came quickly, its tone cold and devoid of any emotion.

No. The operatives sent to Jiangcheng are all heavily brainwashed and drug-controlled assassins, absolutely obedient to the organization's orders. After they entered China, their superiors severed all contact, and they were already dispersed and infiltrated throughout Jiangcheng. Regardless of whether the drug cartel is eliminated, they will carry out the attack as planned.

Luo Fei frowned slightly.

"Could you provide their exact location?"

[This is outside the scope of the explanation. The host should also be reminded that if the host's intervention results in a large number of police officers appearing at Jiangcheng Railway Station that day, the operatives may change their original plans and move to other densely populated areas to carry out the attack. Casualties may then become uncontrollable.]

Luo Fei fell silent.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the rose bushes in the yard were in full bloom, with bees buzzing around their red and pink flowers.

He sat quietly for a long time.

Then, he figured it out.

The attack is still a long way off. I'll go there myself when the time comes and I'm sure I can ensure everything goes smoothly.

But that drug cartel—he could never let it go.

Luo Fei may have had many other minor flaws in his life, but he has always been irreconcilably opposed to gambling and drugs.

He took out his phone, found Zhou Mingyu's number, and dialed it.

The phone was answered after ringing twice.

"Little Luo? What's wrong?"

Zhou Mingyu's voice sounded tired, probably because he hadn't had much rest since yesterday.

Luo Fei cut to the chase: "Director Zhou, could you send me information about the organization behind the Jiangcheng terrorist attack?"

Zhou Mingyu paused for a moment, then asked, "What are you going to do?"

Luo Fei replied, "I want their lives."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Mingyu didn't ask for the reason or try to calm him down; he simply said, "I'll send the information to your phone."

Luo Fei replied, "Okay."

Less than a minute after I hung up the phone, it vibrated a few times, and a document was sent to me.

He opened the file and quickly skimmed through it.

This organization, known as the "Kun Sheng Group," operates in the Golden Triangle region. Its founder, Kun Sheng, is 62 years old and has been operating in the Golden Triangle for over 40 years. He commands more than 3,000 men, is well-equipped with weapons, and controls multiple drug trafficking routes. Recently, Kun Sheng has stepped down from his active role.

Recently, the Longguo police raided one of their hideouts on the border and happened to arrest Kun Sheng's eldest son, Kunba, who had only recently taken over the group.

The person who planned the attack on Jiangcheng was Kun Sheng's youngest son, who was also the second-in-command of the group, named Kun Chai.

After reviewing the information, Luo Fei put his phone away.

He searched for the location of Kunsheng Group on the map—the Golden Triangle, separated from Moheng's base by a mountain range, less than 300 kilometers away as the crow flies.

It's not far.

He stood up, walked into the courtyard, and a thought struck him.

He did not appear directly beside Mohen, but instead chose an open space at his residence.

The main concern was that she didn't know what Mo Heng was busy with. What if he had just finished eating and was in bed with a woman, doing some kind of digestive exercise? It wouldn't be good if she suddenly appeared and scared him into having some kind of problem.

The afternoon sun was scorching, making the ground scorching hot.

The camp was very quiet, with most people taking their afternoon nap. Only the sentries on the watchtowers were still on duty, but they seemed drowsy.

The sentry was startled to see Luo Fei appear out of nowhere and almost fell off the watchtower.

However, he quickly recognized Luo Fei and immediately stood at attention and saluted.

Luo Fei ignored him and walked straight toward Mo Heng's wooden house.

Before I even reached the door, I could hear shouting and cursing coming from inside.

It was Mohen's voice, full of energy, cursing in Burmese, quite fiercely.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

Mo Heng was standing in front of the table, with a thin man in front of him wearing a dirty military uniform, his head down, not daring to make a sound.

A map was spread out on the table, with several circles drawn on it in red pen.

When Mo Heng saw Luo Fei enter, he was stunned for a moment, and then the anger on his face instantly turned into a smile.

"Mr. Luo! What brings you here?"

He waved at the skinny man as if shooing away a fly.

The man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly ran out.

Luo Fei sat down on the bamboo chair, and Mo Heng poured him a cup of tea.

"I've come to ask about something. Do you know Kunsheng Group?"

Moheng paused for a moment, the teacup hovering in mid-air, the tea swaying slightly.

He put down the teapot, sat down, and his expression became serious.

"I know. He's a veteran in the Golden Triangle, with more experience than me. Khun Seng is not someone to mess with. He has a lot of men and guns, and he also has his own drug processing plant. He can earn billions a year."

He glanced at Luo Fei and asked cautiously, "Mr. Luo, you're asking about them... because..."

Luo Fei picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea was cold, which was perfect for this kind of weather.

"Those who dare to traffic drugs in China must be wiped out."

Mo Heng opened his mouth, then closed it again. Although shocked, he dared not ask any further questions.

"What do you need me to do?" Mohen asked.

Luo Fei put down his teacup: "Their exact location, defensive deployment, and troop distribution. Tell me as much as you know."

Moheng stood up, walked to the table, and spread out the map. He found a red pen and drew a circle near the Mekong River.

"Khun Sheng's stronghold is here, in the mountains, easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is only one road leading up, with three checkpoints along the way, each manned by at least thirty men equipped with machine guns and rocket launchers. At the summit is a large camp where Khun Sheng and his family live, along with his core guard of about two hundred men, all veterans who have fought in battles."

His pen moved across the map, marking several locations.

"This is their drug processing plant. There are two of them, and they're very large, operating day and night. This is their dock; the drugs are loaded onto ships from here and transported to various parts of the planet."

Luo Fei looked at the map and memorized all the locations.

Mo Heng put down his pen and looked up at Luo Fei.

"Mr. Luo, I've dealt with Kun Sheng a few times. He's suspicious and cautious; his hideout is surrounded by landmines and hidden sentries. If you try to force your way in—"

He paused for a moment, realizing that what he had said was somewhat superfluous.

"Never mind, forget I said anything."

Luo Fei smiled, stood up, and stopped at the door.

Turning to Mo Heng, who was following closely behind, he asked, "By the way, how are those people who were sent over yesterday?"

Moheng grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained black by betel nuts.

"They're working. They're all down the mountain carrying stones to repair the road. Last night I had the women wash dishes and vegetables in the kitchen. That old lady started crying and making a fuss at first, but then she realized that crying was useless, so she quieted down. The woman with glasses sat at the kitchen door and cried for half an hour after she finished washing the dishes yesterday."

Luo Fei nodded and said nothing more.

He walked to the edge of the camp and glanced at the road under construction below the mountain.

Under the scorching sun, Lin Zongwei, shirtless with a damp towel draped over his shoulder, was bending over, carrying a stone. His skin was sunburned red, blisters covered his back, and his lips were chapped; he looked extremely haggard.

Yang Xue was pushing a wheelbarrow next to her, which was full of gravel. She was pushing it with great difficulty, taking a break every two steps. Her makeup was already ruined, and her hair was a mess like a bird's nest.

Wang Cuifen sat on a rock by the roadside, not resting, but unable to stand up. Her legs were swollen, and her feet were covered in blisters. Next to her was a hoe, still covered in mud.

Lin Mengran and Fang Min were also there. They were responsible for spreading gravel on the road. They worked slowly but didn't slack off—mainly because there were two soldiers with guns standing next to them.

Luo Fei watched for a while, then looked away.

These people don't deserve sympathy.

They had countless opportunities to stop, to give up, and to live their peaceful lives.

But they didn't.

They chose this path, and they must see it through to the end.

Luo Fei turned around and said to Mo Heng, "Gather the team and we'll go together. Wait for my message to prepare to collect the spoils. I'm leaving now." After saying that, he took off and disappeared into the air.

Mo Heng stood at the door of the wooden house, looking in the direction where Luo Fei had disappeared, and shouted to the guard beside him: "Go find the battalion commander and have him assemble the battalion immediately."

The guard accepted the order and ran away.

He turned and went back into the house, picked up the map, glanced at the location of Kun Sheng's lair, and shook his head.

"Kunsheng, Kunsheng," he muttered to himself in a low voice, "of all people to mess with, you had to mess with him."