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Chapter 476 - 476 461 Won't Wait After Expiry

476: Chapter 461: Won’t Wait After Expiry 476: Chapter 461: Won’t Wait After Expiry Saving lives was urgent, and Ye Chen couldn’t care about much else.

After having a phone call with Haozi and Da Xia, Ye Chen hurriedly set off for the Golden Triangle.

Despite Haozi and Da Xia repeatedly requesting to accompany him, arguing that there was safety in numbers and that they were also skilled in combat, Ye Chen ultimately refused them.

He tasked them with watching over the Heavenly Reversal Gang and training the little brothers well.

Ye Chen alone boarded a plane bound for Myanmar.

Traveling directly from Mandalay to the Golden Triangle, the Golden Triangle boasts the highest drug production for the global market.

The region is dotted with numerous armed forces, the largest of which is the Great General’s.

In the Golden Triangle, behind any significant power, there is a supporting entity.

For instance, the Great General is backed by Western nations led by the United States, while some of the Wa State Tribes in the background are supported by Eastern powers, with Huaxia at the forefront.

Dealing with the Great General would not be easy.

Two of the Great General’s Four Great Killing Generals had already been slaughtered by Ye Chen himself, one being the Face Killing General and the other the Tiger Killing General.

The remaining two, the Heavenly Killing General and the Earth Killing General, were also formidable.

Moreover, under the Great General’s command were the Eighteen Hidden Masters.

These eighteen individuals were exceptional, each possessing special abilities culled from various circles.

Though they were somewhat less powerful than the Four Great Killing Generals, they triumphed in abilities and numbers.

Throughout his journey, Ye Chen, covered in dust, hurried to a small town in Mengpala Mandalay, a gateway into the Golden Triangle.

While the Golden Triangle is vast, the actual entrance is this small town in Mengpala.

The town wasn’t big, but it was bustling.

Most of the people walking the streets were just passing through.

Typically, those entering the Golden Triangle would stay here for a night, gather the latest information, and then adjust their plans accordingly.

This small town in Mengpala is also a tourist spot.

Tour groups could only go as far as this, as beyond the town, run-ins with armed militants could occur at any moment.

Beyond this town’s limits, the Myanmar government would be unable to guarantee the safety of tourists.

Warning signs were erected at the town’s entry and exit points.

Most would not continue onward from this spot.

Those venturing further inside were either affiliated with the Golden Triangle or traffickers looking to sell drugs.

Ye Chen sat in a tavern in the town.

It was often here that one could hear rumors about the innards of the Golden Triangle.

Of course, most of these rumors were exaggerated, some even hear-say, which could turn out to be the complete opposite of what was initially said.

Sorting through these rumors to filter out the useful from the useless was up to Ye Chen himself.

Inside the tavern, there was a mix of all sorts of people: armed militants with rifles slung over their shoulders, drug traffickers carrying baskets, and women with heavy makeup.

Most of those sitting inside were bragging loudly, boasting about their bravery and how impressive they were inside the Golden Triangle.

Such individuals were usually the ones not doing well there.

In the tavern, there were individuals who specialized in guiding tours within the Golden Triangle.

Locals called these guides “umbrellas.” Anyone seeking adventure deep in the Golden Triangle or traffickers looking to enter needed to hire such “umbrellas.” They were quite familiar with the armed forces within the Golden Triangle.

To many, these guides seemed to have strong connections, but actually, they were just a means for the Golden Triangle’s armed forces to extort money.

Everyone looking to safely enter the Golden Triangle had to pay a hefty protection fee to these “umbrellas” before proceeding.

Ye Chen wore a set of camouflage clothing, quite popular in this region of the Golden Triangle due to its durability and comfort, making it a favorite among many.

After sitting for a while in the tavern and having two pots of wine,

“Anyone wanting to go to the Golden Triangle, hurry up!

We’re leaving soon, and I won’t wait for stragglers!” A protector stood at the door, sporting a rotund belly and a pair of mustache whiskers.

With a round face and small eyes, he shouted into the tavern.

Those armed with guns and carrying baskets quickly got up and headed toward the umbrella, passing him their banknotes one by one.

The chubby round-faced man took the money, counting it while shouting, “Hurry up!

The bus is about to leave, don’t miss it!”

A group of people outside started walking toward the tavern.

Ye Chen glanced left and right, then lowered the hat on his head a bit and took out a one hundred US dollar bill from his pocket, handing it to the round-faced fat man, saying, “No need for change.”

The fat man paused, looking at Ye Chen excitedly, “Now that’s a straightforward brother!”

The others looked at Ye Chen curiously, and two of the armed men muttered to each other before heading out and taking a seat on the old bus.

The bus was indeed very run-down; if it were in China, such a vehicle with its exhaust pipe dragging on the ground would have been forcefully scrapped.

It was a joke that such a broken bus dared to travel in the treacherous terrain of the Golden Triangle.

The bus driver must be something special.

Ye Chen glanced at everyone, then made his way onto the bus, which was already mostly full.

The two Southeast Asian men with guns were sitting in the back row.

Seeing Ye Chen board, they quickly glanced at him and then looked away.

Ye Chen wasn’t bothered by them and took a seat by the door.

This place was the safest, the closest to an escape route.

The instant something went wrong, he could fling open the door and bolt.

Ye Chen had barely sat down when others began to board, one after another.

Despite the bus nearing capacity, people continued to pile in until it absolutely couldn’t fit anymore, and then the round-faced fatty squeezed aboard.

With the fatty’s arrival, everyone was packed even tighter.

Only then did the bus start moving, with a put-put-put sound, it slowly made its way forward.

The bus left Mengpala Town, heading into the interior of the Golden Triangle.

The roads here were full of potholes and were never repaired.

Thus, the ride was shaky and wobbly, making it extremely uncomfortable, but thankfully, Ye Chen had secured a spot early on.

About half an hour later, from the window Ye Chen saw vast fields of densely packed opium poppies, sprawling over the hills, the flowers blooming in a seductive and stunningly beautiful display, famed as the world’s most beautiful.

Yet, who would know that behind this beauty lurked deadly poison, addiction, and other harsh realities?

Several tourists eagerly took out their DSLR cameras and started a frenzy of photography.

Such beauty probably belonged only to this land; nowhere else could such flowers bloom, for they were Pandora’s box—once opened, it would unleash all kinds of disasters and viruses.

“Stop the bus!” the patrolling soldiers immediately flagged the vehicle down.

The round-faced fatty ran down in a sweat and handed the soldiers some money and cigarettes, then dished out a bunch of flattering words.

The soldiers naturally knew this fat man; his role as a protective umbrella was clear here—they didn’t conduct any search and let the bus go on.

The passengers on the bus heaved a sigh of relief.

A few tourists took the opportunity to snap photos wildly at the soldiers.

Gun-toting militants were a rare sight in a peaceful country.

The bus continued on, and when it was about to cross a large mountain, suddenly, the two guys with rifles on the bus shouted, “Brady, stop the bus quick.

I’ve gotta take a shit, take a piss!”

“Damn you two bastards!” the round-faced fatty cursed, then instructed the driver to stop and opened the bus door.

The tourists, as well as some drug traffickers, cautiously stepped off the bus.

The traffickers were clever, moving far away once they were off, ready to run at the first sign of trouble.

The two men with rifles carelessly pushed through the crowd, causing female backpackers with exposed skin to yelp in discomfort.

The men were intentionally taking advantage.

After getting off, they swiftly disassembled their rifles and shouted at everyone on the bus, “Listen up, everyone, we’ve hijacked this bus—get your money out now, or else you’ll get no mercy!”

The noise on the bus came to an abrupt halt at the scare from these two guys—it got instantly quiet.

“Hurry up!” one of the men quickly pulled out a burlap sack.

A few drug traffickers prepared to make a break for it but were immediately shot in the legs by the other armed guy, who fell to the ground clutching his leg and wailing in agony.

The passengers were shocked by this scene and began voluntarily digging out money to toss into the burlap sack.

Yet the man seemed not satisfied and yelled at a female backpacker, “The necklace around your neck, the rings on your hands, and the camera, throw them all in here!”

The woman pleaded, “I can give you anything else, but not the camera—it’s my life!”

“Damn, you dare resist?” The man raised his hand and slapped the girl hard across the face.

Her cheek instantly reddened, and if it were not for a companion supporting her, she might have fallen.

The companion urged in panic, “Just give it to him, life is more important!”

The girl nodded and hastily threw the camera into the bag, then retreated to the side, covering her face and holding back tears.

Ye Chen was observing everything closely, from the moment the two men disembarked to when the robbery began.

The so-called protective umbrella remained outside the whole time, the round-faced fatty holding a handful of sunflower seeds, leaning against the bus front and cracking them open, occasionally glancing around, then turning to check inside the bus.

Logically, if this was a robbery, the fat man would have the most money on him—he’d be the first target, yet the guys on the bus were robbing the passengers instead of him?