"Alright! Then this weekend." Lin Wan nodded.
Lu Zheng asked, "The case just came out, and then he died. Could it be traced back to us?"
Lin Wan smiled. "No. He's the financial backer of a local armed force, a renowned Powder Merchant in Southeast Asia, with enemies all over the world. If he didn't have a private security detail of a hundred men and rarely leave Northern Myanmar, he would've been taken out long ago."
"Alright." Lu Zheng nodded. "Do you know the location?"
"He has several villas. When the time comes, we'll just check them one by one." Lin Wan said, "His hundred-plus bodyguards are always around him anyway. He'll be easy to find."
"That many people?"
"Because he's afraid of dying!"
Lin Wan gave a cold chuckle. "The Myanmar government wants him dead, his competitors want him dead, and hostile armed forces want him dead too."
"Then why is he still stirring up trouble in Hua Country?"
Lin Wan said helplessly, "Because this is the only way he can make money! If he sells to the Lighthouse Country, he has no price advantage—he can't even compete with the legally exported opioid pharmaceutical raw materials from Hua Country."
Lu Zheng, "..."
"Damn it, something meant to cure illnesses and save lives has been twisted into this mess by these people."
"That's just how the world is."
Lin Wan shrugged. "Fortunately, this time we took out his cargo ship and his channels. Once he dies too, we won't have to worry for at least two years."
Lu Zheng frowned. "Isn't there some way to solve it once and for all?"
Lin Wan looked at Lu Zheng. "Are you planning to go to Northern Myanmar, establish order for the locals, and lead them down the proper path to shake off