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Luo Fei put Xiaobai back under the eaves. It squatted on the steps and licked its paws, its icy blue eyes half-closed.

A slightly disgruntled voice echoed in Luo Fei's mind: "When is the next time?"

He ignored it, and with a thought, he appeared in front of a building in the capital of Myanmar the next second.

This is the Myanmar government office building.

The guards at the door nearly dropped their guns when they saw a young man in a dark jacket appear out of nowhere.

But he quickly recognized the face, then pointed the gun down and stood at attention, saluting.

Luo Fei nodded to him, walked through the door, crossed the corridor, and went up to the second floor.

The door to an office at the end of the second-floor corridor was open, and faint voices could be heard coming from inside.

Luo Fei walked straight in.

The office was filled with smoke, and the ashtrays were overflowing with cigarette butts, some still emitting wisps of smoke, others already extinguished, with ashes scattered all over the table.

On the wall next to it hung a huge map of Myanmar, marked with a dense array of red arrows and circles, some places even heavily circled several times in red.

Moheng was standing in front of the map, holding a red pen, intently drawing a new arrow.

His adjutant stood to the side, holding a document covered with dense handwriting.

Upon hearing footsteps, the two turned around simultaneously and saw Luo Fei at the same time, then froze on the spot.

Mo Heng's red pen fell to the ground with a "thud," drawing a crooked red line on the map along the border between Myanmar and Laos as it fell.

He wanted to say, "Mr. Luo, you've arrived," but the words stuck in his throat.

He couldn't figure out Luo Fei's purpose for this trip, nor was he sure whether Luo Fei considered his act of crossing the border into Laos as "disobeying orders," and he didn't know whether he would be praised, dismissed, or face even more serious consequences.

He was even mentally prepared to be disarmed on the spot and thrown out of the building.

He rubbed his fingers on his pants to wipe the sweat from his palms.

The adjutant reacted faster than Mo Heng. He placed the documents on the table, bowed to Luo Fei, then turned and quickly walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, the office was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Luo Fei walked to the sofa in the reception area, sat down, leaned back, and placed his hands on his abdomen.

He looked at Mo Heng, and Mo Heng looked at him. After a moment of eye contact, Mo Heng lowered his head first.

"Mr. Luo, I did not consult you beforehand about the matter in Laos. They kidnapped a Chinese citizen, and the situation was urgent, so I did not wait any longer. If I had waited for diplomatic negotiations, for international public opinion to develop, or for officials to meet and reach a decision, the hostage might have already been transferred, or even harmed."

"So I took it upon myself to lead my troops there. The people have been rescued and handed over to the Chinese police. My troops are still at the border and have not yet withdrawn."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and waited for Luo Fei's decision.

He knew that his actions constituted unauthorized action, which was tantamount to actively provoking a conflict.

Luo Fei stared at him for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

"Those who protect the safety of the citizens of the Dragon Kingdom are not wrong, no matter which line they cross."

Moheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open.

He thought he had misheard, but his ears were fine, and his brain wasn't short-circuiting.

Luo Fei said he did not do anything wrong, not "this will not happen again" or "let it go this time", but "he did not do anything wrong".

His eyes felt slightly warm.

This tough man, who had fought half his life in northern Myanmar, killed people, been stabbed, and even crawled out of piles of corpses more than once, felt a sharp pang of sadness in his eyes.

He blinked hard, suppressing the sour feeling, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't utter a single word.

Luo Fei didn't give him a chance to dwell on his emotions, shifting his gaze from him to the map on the wall.

On the map, arrows and circles drawn in red pen are densely packed. Some arrows extend into Laos, while some circles encircle Lao military outposts.

"How many Lao officials have you investigated who have connections to the fraudulent industrial park?"

Moheng walked to his desk, took out a document from the drawer, and handed it to Luo Fei with both hands, saying, "This is a list of personnel in the Lao military and local government who have direct interests in the industrial park. It details their positions, names, the industrial parks involved, and the degree of their involvement."

Luo Fei took the document and flipped through it, finding that every piece of information was very complete.

He folded the document and put it in his pocket, stood up, and instructed Mohen: "Continue to guard the border and prevent the park from reopening. Also, assemble the troops and stand by; you'll soon know what to do."

Moheng stood ramrod straight, like a wooden stake firmly driven into the ground.

Luo Fei didn't say anything more. With a thought, he disappeared from the office.

Seeing Luo Fei leave, Mo Heng finally relaxed. He braced himself on the edge of the table with one hand, lowered his head, and slowly let out a long sigh before calling out to his adjutant.

The adjutant pushed open the door and, seeing his appearance, cautiously asked, "General, Mr. Luo, he..."

Mo Heng raised his head, his face no longer showing the tense expression of "awaiting sentencing" he had just had, but instead a serious look.

"Continue the deployment. Mr. Luo said that protecting the citizens of China is the right thing to do. Also, order the troops to assemble immediately and be ready to act at any time."

Luo Fei appeared on the streets of the Lao capital, holding the list in his hand.

The streets of the Lao capital are not wide, and the buildings on both sides are somewhat old.

The motorcycle drove past him, its black exhaust fumes slowly dissipating into the air.

He took out his phone, pointed the camera at the document, and instructed Xiao Wan, "Check the information of these people on the list and confirm it. Also, check the location of the Presidential Office."

Xiao Wan's voice rang out quickly: "Verification complete. Everyone on the list has a direct or indirect connection with the border fraud park. Some individuals have regular large-amount transfer records from the park in their bank accounts, and the timing, amount, and frequency of these transfers closely match the park's operating cycle. The information is accurate."

"The presidential office is located on the third floor of the white building in front."

Luo Fei put his phone in his pocket and looked up at the white building in front of him—the Lao Presidential Palace.

The building wasn't tall, but the walls were very high, and armed guards stood at the entrance, dressed in crisp uniforms and wearing shiny leather shoes, with their guns pointed downwards.

Luo Fei withdrew his gaze, suddenly exerted force with his feet, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

He didn't use teleportation; he just moved at a speed that was beyond the range of normal human vision.

The president was sitting behind his desk reviewing documents, with a thick stack of materials spread out in front of him.

He held a pen in his hand, the nib hovering above the paper. He wore glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes behind the lenses slightly narrowed, his expression focused.

The office was spacious and bright with extremely high ceilings, and the president's portrait and the Lao flag hung on the walls.

On the coffee table next to the mahogany sofa, a set of ceramic teaware sat quietly, with steam still rising from the spout of the teapot.

Everything seemed so ordinary, so ordinary that it was hard to believe that invaders were provoking war on the border.

At the entrance, two guards in military uniforms stood ramrod straight on either side of the door, their holsters fastened tightly.

Suddenly, the office door behind them made a loud bang, the entire door shattered instantly, and the fragments flew straight into the office, smashing into a row of cabinets directly opposite the door.

The president paused slightly in his grip on the pen.

He looked up and saw the person standing in front of the desk. The person was wearing a dark jacket and had no expression, but everyone on the planet Earth recognized that face.

The president's pen slipped from his hand, leaving a long mark on the document. He opened his mouth, and a muffled sound came from his throat.

Hearing the commotion, the guards at the door immediately turned around and quickly came to the president's side, their hands already on the holsters at their waists.

However, when they saw what the person looked like, their hands froze on the spot.

It wasn't that he was afraid to draw the gun, but rather that his brain had already issued the "draw the gun" command, but his hand refused to carry it out—because it recognized the face and knew that the gun was meaningless to this person.

The two exchanged a glance and quickly retreated to the doorway.

They knew perfectly well that if Luo Fei really intended to do something to the president, it wouldn't matter whether they were present or not.

Luo Fei ignored the guard's actions, took the list out of his pocket, placed it on the desk, pressed his fingers against the paper, and pushed it in front of the president.

The list of papers slid lightly across the table and finally came to rest next to the stack of documents.

"You should be familiar with these people's names."

The president glanced down at the paper. He recognized every name on it, including several senior generals of the Lao military, governors of border provinces, and high-ranking officials of the police department.

His face gradually turned from slightly flushed to deathly pale.

Luo Fei's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible: "I'll give you one day to arrest everyone on the list and hand them over to the Dragon Kingdom."

"All fraud industrial parks within Laos must be completely shut down, leaving no one alive. All citizens of other countries detained within these parks must be released and handed over to their respective national embassies for processing."

"From today onwards, no criminal activities targeting Chinese citizens will be permitted within Laos. Kidnapping, fraud, and human trafficking are all strictly prohibited."

"If by tomorrow there is still one criminal who hasn't been caught, one park that hasn't been closed, and one detainee who hasn't been released..."

He didn't finish his sentence because there was no need to.

The president knew exactly what was omitted after the ellipsis; all the images related to Luo Fei flashed through his mind like slides.

His hands were trembling.

"I...I will handle it. All of these people will be arrested and brought to justice within a day, the entire park will be closed, and all those detained will be released."

His voice was hoarse and dry, each word seeming to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat.

Luo Fei didn't look at the president again; with a thought, he disappeared from the office.