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

After leaving Moheng's camp, Luo Fei did not delay at all and flew straight towards the headquarters of Kunsheng Group.

Three hundred kilometers is just a few minutes' journey for him.

Below us stretched a continuous, lush mountain range, with no sign of human habitation in sight.

Occasionally, a few rivers meander through the valleys, like long silver snakes.

He flew above the clouds at a relatively slow speed, looking down at the sky as he flew.

Moheng provided a very accurate location. Kunsheng's stronghold was hidden deep in the mountains, surrounded by dense forests, and only accessible by a dirt road. It was indeed a place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Luo Fei hovered above the camp.

He didn't rush down, but first carefully observed the surroundings.

The camp is quite large, covering an area of ​​several dozen acres.

The outer perimeter consisted of shacks built of wood and sheet metal, likely housing ordinary armed personnel. In the center were several more sturdy brick and stone houses, presumably the residences of Khun Seng and his close associates.

At the very back, there is a two-story building with a courtyard, and two armed guards stand at the entrance to the courtyard.

Luo Fei did not use the light sphere.

The power was too great; once detonated, it would destroy a large area. His valuables were stored in the vault below, and it would be a great pity if they were blown up.

He landed slowly on the open ground in the center of the camp.

Several soldiers on patrol were the first to spot him.

One of them rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things—how could someone fall from the sky?

Another soldier had already raised his gun and shouted in Burmese, "Who goes there?!"

Luo Fei ignored him, extended his right index finger, and a beam of light shot out from his fingertip at a speed so fast that its trajectory was impossible to track.

The soldier holding the gun had a small hole in his chest, and the charred edge of the cloth was still smoking.

He glanced down and then collapsed.

Another soldier tried to escape, but Luo Fei's left hand also reached out, and the beam struck his back. He fell to the ground and slid forward several meters.

Gunshots and shouts erupted instantly.

People poured out of the camp from all directions, guns in hand, shouting loudly. Some were asking, "Who's firing?" and others were yelling, "Enemy attack!" The scene was chaotic.

Luo Fei stood still, shooting beams of light from the fingers of both hands in turn.

He didn't need to aim or dodge; the bullets hit him but didn't even touch his clothes, as they were blocked by the aura surrounding him.

All he needs to do is fire a few shots.

One, two, three, four.

Each beam of light takes away one or more lives.

Someone was shooting at him from behind the cabin, but he didn't even look. He flicked his finger in that direction, and the beam of light pierced through the wooden planks of the cabin, through the person behind the planks, and flew out from the other side of the cabin.

Someone climbed the watchtower, set up a machine gun, but before they could pull the trigger, the top of the watchtower was sliced ​​off by a beam of light. The man and the machine gun tumbled down from the top and crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Within two minutes, the camp fell silent.

The ground was covered with people, some still convulsing, others motionless.

The air was filled with a burnt smell, a mixture of the smell of burning meat and gunpowder.

Luo Fei looked around and confirmed that there were no longer any armed personnel standing there.

But he saw several people.

They were not armed personnel, but women.

Five or six people poked their heads out of a wooden house, their faces pale, their eyes wide open, their clothes tattered, and some even without shoes.

They looked at Luo Fei with fear in their eyes, not gratitude.

They didn't know who this person was, why he killed them, or whether he would kill them too.

Luo Fei glanced at them, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the small building with a courtyard.

He kicked the iron gate of the yard open. There were several mango trees in the yard, which were full of green mangoes. Some ripe fruits had fallen to the ground and were already rotten, with flies swarming around them.

The door to the main house was open, and inside sat a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt stained with blood, and a gunshot wound in his chest.

A bodyguard lay motionless at his feet.

The man held a cigar between his fingers; the cigar was still burning, and a long pile of ash had accumulated but hadn't fallen off.

He watched Luo Fei walk in, without running away, without shouting, and without even standing up.

He just sat there, looking at Luo Fei, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

That wasn't anger, nor fear, but a sense of resignation.

"Are you from China?"

He spoke, in Burmese, but with a heavy accent and some dialect that was difficult for most people to understand.

Luo Fei didn't answer the question directly, but instead asked in Burmese, "Where is Khun Chai?"

The old man's eyes twitched.

"What do you want with my son?"

Luo Fei did not answer.

The old man stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness.

"You came here because of Jiangcheng?"

Luo Fei did not deny it, and continued to ask:

Where is your safe?

The old man put the cigar in the ashtray, slowly stood up, his legs trembling slightly, and his right hand covered his chest.

"The vault is at the back of the house, underground. The door is made of super-strong alloy."

He pointed to a wooden box on the table.

"The key is here. Take this money and please let my son go."

Luo Fei didn't look at the wooden box; he turned and left.

As he reached the door, he paused, and without turning his head, asked, "Where is Kunchai?"

The old man's voice came from behind, sounding weak and feeble: "I won't tell you."

Luo Fei stepped across the threshold.

A muffled thud came from behind me; it was the sound of a body falling to the ground.

He didn't turn around.

The vault was indeed at the back of the house, with a heavy, gray-black alloy door.

Luo Fei arrived at the door, stretched out his hands, inserted them into the crack of the door, and pulled it to both sides.

The alloy door emitted a piercing metallic creak, the frame twisted, and the door panel was ripped in half as easily as tearing a piece of paper.

The vault wasn't very large, only about ten square meters, but it contained quite a lot of items.

Stacks of cash were piled up on the shelves against the wall, including Chinese Yuan, American Yuan, and currencies from other countries.

They were piled up neatly, like a brick wall.

Several large boxes were placed on the ground in the middle. When they were opened, they were filled with gold bars, each one a bright yellow and dazzling.

There was a safe in the corner, which he opened with little effort. Inside were dozens of top-grade jadeite pieces, so green they seemed to drip with water, and a bag of diamonds, some as small as grains of rice and others as large as peanuts, shimmering with iridescent light under the lamp.

Luo Fei put everything into the ring, leaving nothing behind.

Then he walked out of the vault, out of the small building, and rose into the air.

He flew down the mountain for several kilometers and found the first drug manufacturing plant.

The factory was large, and the corrugated iron roof reflected a blinding light in the sunlight.

A pungent chemical smell could be detected from afar; a mixture of sour, cloying, and nauseating odors drifted over on the wind.

There were armed personnel patrolling outside the factory, but not many. Most of them had been transferred to support the stronghold and hadn't had time to return.

Luo Fei landed and, in the same way, used beams of light to name each person one by one.

In less than a minute, everyone outside collapsed.

He walked into the factory.

Inside were rows of production lines, various containers, pipes, and reactors, some of which were still running and emitting heat.

The ground was covered in white powder and liquid, and it felt sticky when you stepped on it.

Several workers wearing gas masks were inside. When they saw Luo Fei come in, they were so frightened that they ran around in all directions.

Luo Fei easily dealt with them.

Then they walked around the factory to make sure no one was missed and no valuables were found.

Then he rose into the air, his right palm facing down, and condensed a ball of light.

The ball of light fell, and the factory exploded.

Flames shot into the sky, black smoke billowed, and the shockwave from the explosion overturned trees within a radius of dozens of meters.

The second factory was located dozens of kilometers away by the river. It was smaller than the first factory, but the equipment was more advanced.

When Luo Fei landed, he immediately saw Kunchai standing at the factory gate, preparing to get into a car and escape.

He was in his early thirties, tall and thin, wearing a black T-shirt, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a gleaming gold watch on his wrist.

The moment he saw Luo Fei, his face turned deathly pale.

He understood. His father was dead, the headquarters was gone, everything was gone.

He turned and ran, but slipped and fell. He got up and kept running.

Luo Fei didn't chase after him, but simply extended his right index finger, aiming it at his back.

The beam of light shot out and struck Khun Chai in the back.

He fell to the ground, slid two or three meters, and then stopped moving.

Luo Fei walked over and glanced down at it.

Kunchai was lying face down on the ground, with one hand outstretched as if grabbing something.

But he couldn't grasp anything anymore.

Luo Fei turned around, dealt with the armed guards outside the factory, and then blew up the second factory.

Next is the dock.

The dock was on the riverbank, where several speedboats and a medium-sized cargo ship were moored, carrying drugs that had not yet been shipped out, as well as some weapons and ammunition.

Luo Fei dealt with the people on the ship and stored the drugs and weapons from the cargo ship into his ring.

After dealing with everything, Luo Feifei flew back to the skies above Kun Sheng's lair and took one last look.

The camp was still burning, and black smoke was rising high, visible from dozens of kilometers away.

With a thought, he activated teleportation.

The next second, he appeared in Mohen's truck.

Mo Heng was sitting in the passenger seat as the car bumped along a dirt road toward the Golden Triangle.

He was startled when he saw Luo Fei suddenly appear in the rearview mirror, and bumped his head on the roof of the car.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly turned around and asked:

"Mr. Luo?"

Luo Fei said, "Kunsheng Group is gone."

Mo Heng stared at him with his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Luo Fei took the weapons he had collected from the dock out of his ring and piled them in the truck bed. The truck bed was full of machine guns, rifles, and ammunition.

"This is for you."

Mohen's eyes lit up.

Luo Fei continued, "I took the vault from Kun Sheng's hideout, but there should still be some valuables elsewhere. Take some men and clean it up. Destroy all the drugs; leave nothing behind. There are also some women still alive. Give them two choices: those who want to leave, give them travel expenses; those who want to stay, treat them well and don't bully them."

Moheng nodded vigorously.

Luo Fei looked at him, his eyes turning cold.

"There's one more thing."

Moheng's body tensed up.

"If anyone in your unit touches drugs—whether for personal use or for trafficking—and I find out, they're dead."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail driven into Mohen's mind.

"You are no exception."

Moheng's back was covered in sweat.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say "absolutely not," but his throat was so dry it felt like he had sand in it, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Luo Fei didn't say anything more, and with a thought, he disappeared.

Mo Heng leaned back in his seat and let out a long sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and said to the driver, "Contact the garrison. Have the second battalion commander bring all the trucks from the garrison out."

The driver contacted the base via walkie-talkie.

Mo Heng looked at the brand-new weapons in the truck bed and recalled Luo Fei's words, a chill running down his spine.

He took out his phone and made a call to his adjutant.