Meeting Fang Xinwu's searching gaze, Zhou Quan's expression suddenly turned solemn.
Just as Fang Xinwu had guessed, the second matter Zhou Quan mentioned was the most crucial.
This was his actual plan for the Golden Triangle after proposing the joint international anti-drug operation.
"The second matter is that I plan to plant an asset deep inside the Golden Triangle."
"The Golden Triangle is a complicated place, straddling the borders of Myanmar, Laos and Thailand. It's a lawless region that none of the three controls."
"On top of that, those damn foreigners started growing opium poppies there back in the late nineteenth century."
"After more than a century, rampant drug trafficking has long since become a problem rooted in history."
"Taking down Eight-Faced Buddha alone won't solve the fundamental problems of the Golden Triangle."
"The rise of Eight-Faced Buddha and Nuo Ka after Khun Sa surrendered is the clearest illustration of that."
Fang Xinwu nodded in firm agreement with Sir Kwan.
He understood the situation in the Golden Triangle better than anyone.
The United Nations' so-called crop substitution program could never solve the Golden Triangle's fundamental problems.
"Sir Kwan, do you have a specific plan?"
Fang Xinwu understood Zhou Quan's idea: he intended to make him the asset driven straight into the heart of the Golden Triangle.
He neither agreed outright nor raised any objections.
If the plan was feasible, Fang Xinwu was willing to participate.
As for whether there would be any danger, that went without saying, but he did not care at all.
Otherwise, he would never have volunteered to become a special intelligence agent infiltrating the Golden Triangle.
"I have reliable intelligence that Eight-Faced Buddha's daughter, Wei Mianna, is a hopeless romantic who lets love rule her head."
Rising and walking over to the blackboard, Zhou Quan tapped