Mekong River Border

He had to be extremely careful even if he went, Bai Lang really didn't want to capsize in a ditch. Fortunately, there were signposts on these roads. A quick glance at the place names and directions, followed by a check against the map, would allow him to confirm his location.

Bai Lang very cautiously used the cover of night to approach the road. Looking at the reflective signs in the darkness, he finally confirmed his whereabouts. "I didn't expect to have already reached Yunnan. This past month wasn't wasted. It seems I didn't take the wrong path." This was indeed the case. If someone possessed his level of Martial Arts, they could essentially walk in a straight line with a compass and achieve the same result.

According to the map, continuing south for just over a hundred kilometers would allow Bai Lang to attempt to cross the Border. The foreign country he was facing was undoubtedly Myanmar. This country, which shared the longest border with Yunnan, was not generally very peaceful. It couldn't be compared to China at all. Conflicts between the Myanmar domestic forces and border warlords occurred frequently, and in the areas bordering China, various illegal activities even took place.

Many areas were mountainous regions difficult for humans to traverse, and there was basically no such thing as a barbed-wire border. Due to the severe crackdown on drugs, the control here was quite strict, mainly focusing on key towns along transportation routes. After all, normal people couldn't travel for extended periods in the dense tropical mountains. Therefore, the work of combating drug trafficking and smuggling only needed to be concentrated at a few transportation hubs. It was precisely because of this that the police did not have the capability to completely seal the border, making it impossible for Bai Lang to sneak across.

Basically, experienced senior detectives already knew that this suspect was bound to escape this time. The probability of apprehending a criminal was directly proportional to time. This was true for many cases, including missing person cases. The longer time dragged on, the more the golden opportunity would disappear. Bai Lang had already been on the run for over a month since killing those people involved in human trafficking. Moreover, this person was skilled in Martial Arts, appearing to traverse mountains and rivers as if walking on flat ground. Where could he have gone in this past month? "He could be anywhere in China by now," the senior detective judged. "Even if he wanted to flee the country, we probably couldn't block him for more than a few days. We can't block the entire border line. With his skills, he could cross the border at any deserted stretch."

Although the nature of the case was quite heinous, as he had killed four people and wiped out a family, the unfortunate thug was forgotten. However, in the simple sentiment of the public, those four people had brought their fate upon themselves. If a murderer like Bai Lang fled the country and never returned, living under an assumed name, there wouldn't be much motivation to capture him and bring justice to those scoundrels. So, forget it, let him run. At the very least, the woman who was trafficked said that Bai Lang was a chivalrous person who had shown her great kindness.

However, at this moment, this chivalrous person was disheveled, with a full beard, yet his movements were still agile. He was walking along a mountain ridge. These treacherous peaks could not impede his progress. After a month of traveling through the mountains, Bai Lang had become very familiar with the methods of crossing them. Coupled with his recent mastery of Martial Arts and the integration of Lightness Skill into his own combat techniques, his mountain-climbing skills had become even more proficient. Not long after crossing the border, when he saw a town on the road below the mountain ahead, Bai Lang felt a little nervous. This was because the signs there were all in Chinese, and he thought he was still in Yunnan.

But after finally confirming that he had indeed arrived in Myanmar, the guy let out a sigh of relief. Bai Lang also deeply respected National Law. From the bottom of his heart, he had no intention of defying National Law. If he were discovered by his country's police, he would truly have a hard time resisting and could only run. Now, he could completely relax. Although a stone had been lifted from his heart, Bai Lang's body tensed, and the joints all over his body popped with a series of cracking sounds. Bai Lang's entire demeanor immediately became relaxed.

Since he had arrived at his destination, he would first go into the water to wash himself, then put on simple clothes and find a hotel to tidy himself up. It was fine; RMB was commonly used in Myanmar. Upon arriving at the Myanmar border near China, after tidying himself up, Bai Lang naturally noticed armed soldiers and personnel in strategic locations on the streets that were not easily noticeable. This place was still at war with the Myanmar government. But this did not prevent the opening of casinos specifically targeting Chinese people here.

Since he was abroad, Bai Lang felt he should proceed according to his original plan. First, he would see if he could join professional fighting. Myanmar was definitely not the place for it; he had to go to Thailand at least.

However, this did not prevent Bai Lang from trying his hand at the casino fights. Some casinos allowed participants to register, and this wasn't considered underground fighting; one could place bets. "I can't go all out, because I could be threatened at any moment," Bai Lang said, looking at the armed men. "I haven't tried shooting yet." Bai Lang didn't want to test if he could turn the tables with his bare hands while multiple people aimed at him. Such things depended on the terrain and the timing. It was definitely not like in the movies, where there were no ricochets and door panels could stop bullets.

The result of this small test of skill was that Bai Lang easily warmed up his tendons and bones and easily won a bit of money for himself. Next, he would follow the Mekong River south to Thailand. Myanmar did not have a warrant for his arrest, so he could completely use his current funds to replenish his supplies and even buy a bicycle to ride. The banks of the Mekong River were also rainforests, so a bicycle could only be used for a certain distance, and eventually, he would have to rely on walking.

In Myanmar, Bai Lang truly caused no trouble and safely crossed the border into Thailand. From now on, he would focus on improving his English proficiency. However, people in the Thai countryside also didn't speak English, which made it a troublesome matter. In the Thai countryside, Martial Arts were still very prevalent. For the poor here, there were two paths to success: either undergo surgery and pay for cosmetic procedures, or train hard in Martial Arts to compete in ring matches. Thailand's identity system was also a mess, making it very easy for Bai Lang to get into the ring.

These people didn't pursue status; they just wanted bloody and exciting fights. Bai Lang only needed to control his strength and avoid killing anyone on the spot, and he could easily sweep the ring and claim the prize money. Of course, as a result, he also connected with the local betting groups. Bai Lang only told them his surname and did not reveal his specific identity. The betting groups also helped this fighter obtain professional qualifications. After all, he now had a forged identity, and in the Thai countryside, there was no such thing as an ID card.

My body isn't well, so other books can only be updated slowly.