Chapter 24

This was quite troublesome. There were only a few entrances and exits to this building, its internal space was not small, and the size of the transom windows definitely could not fit a person--Bai Lang certainly did not know bone-smuggling kung fu. This building did not have any proper windows, only transom windows and ventilation fans, and of course it was also equipped with air conditioners. This won't be easy. For a moment, Bai Lang could not figure out how to handle it either. He was neither Ethan Hunt nor Jason Bourne, and he simply had no idea how to pull out his two target individuals under these circumstances.

Rushing in to kill and slaughter was probably the stupidest course of action. Even if Bai Lang wanted to impersonate a spectator to get inside right now, it was probably out of the question--as someone who used to be a boxer, he was well aware that these guests all went in holding invitations, and looking at the situation now, it was obviously locked down--meaning that if any more guests arrived, they would not be let in anyway. Under such circumstances, impersonation was impossible; he could only manage to lurk outside and see if he could wait for these two people to appear.

From the boss in charge of the drug-trafficking pipeline, Bai Lang confirmed that these two would definitely show up. However, he also knew that as time passed, these two might leave early at any moment--yet Bai Lang could not guarantee whether this place had secret passages. He was merely a martial artist who had cleared the first tier of the Golden Bell Shield, not one of those high-leaping super experts almost equivalent to immortals and Buddhas. If these two people left, Bai Lang truly had no way to continue finding them--because undoubtedly these two would cut off any possible connection with Bai Lang at the first opportunity, the simplest method being to isolate the people Bai Lang might know, sending them away or simply killing them.

Bai Lang sat cross-legged under a tree outside the house. The development of the situation indeed looked to be like this; no one had entered or exited, but Bai Lang felt that his operation was very likely to fail--he had this premonition. After continuing to sit for a few minutes and listening to the sound waves coming from inside due to the boxing match--with the doors tightly closed, the sound was actually very low--Bai Lang stood up very decisively. He prepared to leave immediately; Thailand apparently could not be stayed in, and Bai Lang prepared to head to other places along the Mekong River.

On the Mekong River, there were quite a few Chinese cargo ships. They frequently transported fruits or rice from Southeast Asia to China, and because Bai Lang still retained his Chinese ID card to prove his identity and also had money, a cargo ship called Yuhua 3 was willing to send him to Myanmar. Just like that, Bai Lang lived on the ship with a simple piece of luggage. This ship transported mangoes and bananas, which were ordered by domestic merchants and transported by them.

As a passenger, Bai Lang watched the crew members working below on the upper deck, using a crane to send boxes of fruit into the hold. At that time, armed Thai uniformed personnel came over, and they said something to the captain who was supervising on the side. Bai Lang did not hear it, but he could see the captain shaking his head repeatedly. Those uniformed personnel left very quickly, and whatever happened, Bai Lang could not easily ask--anyway, he would disembark once they reached somewhere in Myanmar, and if there really was any matter, they would deal with it then.

Because during this time he had also heard that armed addictive-drug trafficking syndicates in Thailand and Myanmar frequently utilized cargo ships on the Mekong River for smuggling and trafficking, this kind of thing was probably quite common--Myanmar had the Golden Triangle right there, which had always been considered a hard-hit area. As for such inferior countries in Southeast Asia, officials and bandits colluding to traffic addictive drugs was hardly worth mentioning? Especially since both Thailand and Myanmar were actually military-dictatorship countries with various military bosses and factions.

The ship set off, heading upstream along the Mekong River. This Mother River of Southeast Asia had a large water volume, and the fields rolling along both banks were quite beautiful. It was not very convenient for Bai Lang to practice his boxing and kicking on this ship, so he adopted static cultivation to practice, though small movements still occurred naturally--this time what he practiced was close-quarters boxing in a tiny space, with small movement amplitudes belonging to close-in short strikes, which could be practiced right inside his cabin.

Around the border of Thailand and Myanmar, Bai Lang heard the sound of a speedboat approaching on this day. Looking out from his porthole, it seemed to be a speedboat of the Thai military, though perhaps it was not; anyway, it was some armed personnel wearing uniforms. These people clamorously demanded to board the ship, perhaps for a random inspection? Bai Lang pushed open his cabin door and walked out. He immediately saw the captain in the bridge wheelhouse, and the first mate negotiating with those few people--it looked like the situation was still very bad, because the first mate's face was ashen.

Bai Lang could also understand quite a bit, and of course he understood the first mate sternly refusing these people's demands, "Asking to transport certain items." Looking at the demeanor of those armed personnel, Bai Lang already felt a murderous intent. Therefore, he made the first move.

In such matters, one would rather believe it existed than believe it did not. Although these people looked like genuine Thai soldiers, it was completely normal to say they colluded with syndicates to smuggle drugs, and if they were going to make a move, Bai Lang dared not gamble that they would let him go, not to mention that he had always utterly detested this kind of thing. With a sudden bang, everyone was startled, and those few soldiers almost accidentally discharged their weapons. Everyone looked toward the direction the sound came from--all of this took merely a fraction of a second.

This was Bai Lang forcefully stomping on the deck to execute Flight Over Grass--this qinggong had already been integrated into his Golden Bell Shield and Tiger Form True Intent, and the situation at the moment could no longer be called Flight Over Grass, because that light and ethereal feeling of drifting with the wind had given way to the feeling of a fierce tiger riding the wind to arrive. Clouds follow the dragon and wind follows the tiger; accompanied by a sudden fierce gust of wind, Bai Lang had already crossed more than ten meters of deck distance in this fraction of a second, and directly swept out with a claw.

This claw was full of mighty momentum, grabbing straight between the chest and abdomen of the armed personnel right in front of him. At this time, Bai Lang's other hand also lashed out, directly tearing this person before his eyes wide open, while retracting his hand to rip away the assault rifle from this guy--though the strap had already been torn off. Bai Lang truly had never played with this weapon; he pulled the trigger but failed to fire, "Damn safety! What lousy gun is this? A Type 95?" Actually, this was an Israeli TAR-21 rifle, which indeed looked somewhat like a Type 95.

He could not study how to disengage the safety, otherwise he would end up turned into a sieve. Bai Lang suddenly let out a fierce roar, channeling his internal force to his throat with a tiger roar, and he immediately felt a burning metal taste and pain in his throat. However, this fierce roar truly intimidated the people here--even on the river banks on both sides, large numbers of birds flew up. Yet Bai Lang completely disregarded the pain in his throat, directly leveraging this momentum to unfold his form and pounce, sweeping out with a kick mid-air that directly shattered the skull of the soldier before him.