Song Heping looked at his watch in the VIP lounge at the provincial airport.

Boarding time was almost here.

Sure enough, a gentle female voice came over the public address system "Passengers of flight XXXXX, please proceed to gate B32 for boarding..."

He stood up, picked up his backpack, and headed straight for the gate.

At that moment, his worried heart finally felt a bit of relief.

Yesterday, the housewarming party for his new home in his hometown had just ended. He had wanted to stay a few more days, but it seemed he couldn't stay any longer.

He had confirmed that he was being followed.

To avoid trouble, Song Heping decided to leave first to rest in Thailand, waiting for the storm to pass.

He had left domestic matters in the care of Jiang Feng, and as for Lao Gao, the preparations were already underway.

He was very confident in Lao Gao's handling of affairs.

After all, this was his only chance to turn things around.

If he didn't seize it, it would be difficult for him to rise again in this lifetime.

Song Heping wasn't afraid of his old classmate messing things up. He had no reason to mess up.

As far as Jiang Feng was concerned, recruitment, contracts, and labor export procedures were all being handled with the help of consultancies. It was all a matter of money, everything was legal, and he wouldn't face any obstacles.

His own identity was too sensitive. He didn't know who was tracking him.

Song Heping also didn't want to abduct someone for interrogation. While he could do this overseas, it was not feasible in his own country.

Now, everything seemed to be without issues.

As long as he left the country, everything would be easier.

The scenery in Thailand was beautiful. He had already instructed Henry to hire a private detective to watch over Da Biao. Once he arrived in Thailand, he would quickly receive news.

Moreover, he had asked Hunter and Grey Wolf to hurry to Thailand to meet up with him.

He needed two helpers for this job.

Since he began dealing in arms, Song Heping found it very easy to obtain weapons in any city around the world.

For this operation, Song Heping planned to act as soon as Da Biao entered the Golden Triangle, where it was a lawless area and easier to make a move.

He had looked at the maps. Da Biao used to cross into Myanmar from the northern Thailand areas of Chiang Rai and Ban Long and meet with Batchai there, the biggest drug lord locally.

According to the information, it seemed that Da Biao would stay near Chiang Rai for two more days, visiting someone called Master Long.

Based on intelligence provided by Henry, Master Long was also a deeply connected figure with significant influence in the Golden Triangle, having unclear and complicated relationships with Myanmar's civilian organization and the drug lords.

But it didn't matter.

For Song Heping, it was all the same. Once he decided to take action, he wouldn't consider too many other factors.

After leaving Chiang Mai Airport, Song Heping couldn't help but think, there was a reason so many people loved traveling to Thailand.

Although it was January, the temperature here was very comfortable. The weather report said that Bangkok's temperature today was 26 degrees Celsius, neither hot nor cold, with a fragrance of spices lingering in the air.

"Sawadee ka!"

Soon, a local came up to him, hands clasped together, bowing in greeting.

"China People?"

The person unexpectedly spoke fluent Chinese.

Song Heping nodded in surprise, "You speak Chinese?"

"Of course, boss, do you need a ride?" the person asked enthusiastically, "I can take you anywhere you want to go."

"Anywhere you want to go," he said, his eyes carrying a hint of suggestive ambiguity.

Song Heping instantly understood, but this trip wasn't for tourism or enjoyment; he was here on business.

It's said that here, as long as you have money, you can get nearly everything you want, women, drugs, and even guns.

"No, I want to go to the rental car company."

Song Heping took out his phone, opened the text message, and showed it to the man.

The man's expression was somewhat exaggerated as he said, "Oh! I know this place, I can take you there! It'll only take twenty minutes."

Song Heping asked, "How much?"

"500 Thai Baht," the glint of cunning flashed in the local's eyes.

Song Heping couldn't be bothered to haggle; it wasn't a lot of money.

"Can I use US Dollars?" he asked.

Since he had come to Thailand, he hadn't exchanged any Thai Baht and only had some US Dollars.

"Of course, no problem! It's just 10 US Dollars!" The man's eyes lit up when he heard Song Heping would pay in US Dollars.

Song Heping didn't react immediately.

He thought to himself, 10 US Dollars, that's too cheap!

But he didn't know that due to the financial crisis in recent years, Thailand's exchange rate had been hit hard, so now 1 RMB could exchange for 20 Thai Baht.

"Let's go, where's your car?"

"This way, boss!"

Seeing that Song Heping had agreed, the man considered his business done, immediately reached out to help Song Heping with his large backpack.

Song Heping smiled and stopped him, "I'll do it myself."

Following the local man, they walked forward for a dozen meters before finally seeing the "vehicle."

He had thought it was a taxi, but it turned out to be a tricycle, gaudily decorated in red, green, and blue, looking like a parade float.

Song Heping laughed silently.

But he didn't refuse.

It was a local feature after all, wasn't it?

You could see these strange tricycles all over the streets.

Upon arriving at the rental car company, Song Heping gave 15 US Dollars. The driver was so happy he nearly jumped three feet high, showering him with good wishes and compliments, almost praising Song Heping to the skies.

Song Heping entered the rental car company, showed his ID, and quickly got a Mitsubishi SUV.

Everything here had been arranged by Ferrari, including the rental car, hotel, and the place to pick up the arms.

After getting the car, and arriving at the booked hotel, Song Heping still checked the room and nearby buildings and interior layout, following old habits.

He had asked Ferrari to book a lower floor, so he could leave directly through the window if necessary, climbing down the building to the ground where he could make his escape.

After settling everything, Song Heping went to the restaurant for dinner. As soon as he sat down, his phone rang.

"Boss, you've arrived in Thailand?"

It was Ferrari on the other end.

Song Heping, while eating his pineapple rice, replied, "Just arrived."

"There's a new situation you must know about," Ferrari said. "The matter you're handling might get a bit tricky."

"What's the trouble?" Song Heping asked.

Ferrari said, "Uncle Long, who's associated with Big Piao, has connections with the CIA."

"What's going on?" Song Heping frowned slightly. "How is it linked to the CIA again?"

Ferrari explained, "Uncle Long's identity is not simple. He has undergone US Special Forces training, having been a member of a special team deployed in the Golden Triangle and associated with the CIA's operations department. Using that background, he has recruited some civilian military organizations there, providing them with support. It's a card the Americans use to counterbalance the Myanmar government. Messing with him should be done cautiously."

Song Heping hesitated for a moment, but still scooped up a spoonful of rice, stuffing it into his mouth. As he chewed, he said, "No need to consider further, deal with him, no matter who he is, those who dare to extort me must face the consequences."

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