School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert

The new government buildings were scattered across a valley in Naypyidaw, covering an area of about 10 square kilometers, surrounded by mountains and dense forests, and located thirty kilometers from the nearest town.

After getting off the plane.

An old Mercedes sped towards them.

"Here comes the car," Mo Shaocong waved his hand.

Took off in the morning and arrived in Myanmar by two in the afternoon, which was quite fast.

The architectural style in Myanmar was vastly different from that in China. As the region received abundant rainfall, the buildings here were predominantly designed with pointed roofs, which allowed rainwater to drain quickly and prevented water accumulation on the roofs. Moreover, there were many golden buildings here, which, of course, were temples, as there were many monks in Myanmar. Monks could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

The two got into the car, and it sped off.

Besides the driver, there was another person in the co-driver's seat.

"Xiao Li, how is Master Wen doing?" Mo Shaocong asked.

"Don't mention it," the young man sitting shotgun sighed and then said, "These days, the young master is constantly sighing and looks disheartened. So, we must help him out this time no matter what."

"Ah..." Mo Shaocong nodded, "I'll try my best. By the way, they haven't done anything to Xiao Wu, have they?"

"Not yet," Xiao Li shook his head, "But, they said if we don't fight them by tomorrow, they are going to kill Xiao Wu."

"What?" Mo Shaocong was stunned upon hearing this.

In China, the opposition would have been punished a hundred times over for this, but unfortunately, this was not China, but Myanmar. Chaotic Myanmar, no matter how wealthy and powerful the Wen Family was domestically. That wouldn't pose any threat to the local armed forces here. Moreover, it was unlikely that the Wen Family would go to war over a mere scion, would they?

Even if they actually went to war, the mobility of the armed forces here was very high, and they would quickly relocate. They completely feared no reputation of the adversary.

At this point, Xiao Li shook his head and sighed, seemingly very helpless.

The car quickly left the urban area and rushed towards the suburbs.

The suburban roads were terrible and very worn out. But, the car did not stop. The most common trees here were palm trees. The palm trees here were huge and tall, very imposing, looking incredibly dominant.

Soon, the car arrived at a town in the suburbs, where there were many people and it was very lively. Upon entering the town, the car stopped in front of a hotel. There were quite a few people at the hotel entrance, gathering to smoke.

Seeing the Mercedes arrive, these people immediately stood up, curiously looking at the car.

Once the car was parked, Xiao Li hurriedly got out and then opened the door for Mo Shaocong. Xiao Han also jumped out of the car.

The locals immediately gathered around, speaking an incomprehensible language.

"What are they saying?" Mo Shaocong asked.

"They're asking who the champion we brought is," Xiao Li glanced at Mo Shaocong and said, "People here have great respect for those with true power. They fear neither the wealthy nor the influential but only respect those with strength."

"Hmm!" Mo Shaocong nodded, "Tell them, they'll soon see what we've got!"

"Hmm!" Xiao Li nodded, then relayed Mo Shaocong's words to them.

Haha...

Who would have thought, they burst into roaring laughter.

Xiao Li ignored their jeers and led Mo Shaocong and Xiao Han towards the inside of the hotel.

The people inside the hotel recognized Xiao Li, and a security guard immediately led them to a door. The guard pushed hard, and the door opened, revealing a black passage and a staircase leading underground.

"Let's go," the guard spoke, his Chinese was not fluent, but they understood him.

The group went downstairs. The sensor lights turned on.

The staircase was straight, and after descending several floors, they finally reached the Underground Boxing Ring.

Master Wen had been temporarily detained by the opponents, so Xiao Li had to run around for him.

Descending to the betting area, they saw several drunkards at the stairway entrance, shockingly, each had a rifle slung over their shoulder. Mo Shaocong shivered, while Xiao Han remained quite calm.

If this had been in the past, perhaps Xiao Han would have been somewhat panicked, but now things were entirely different. Ever since Xiao Han possessed the Qiankun Bag, ever since he had Yin Spirit, he no longer feared the opposition. Even in the boxing ring, Xiao Han would not lose to them.

"We're here!" the guard spoke, "Wait here at the door!"

The guard pushed the door open and entered.

It wasn't long before he came out again and then let a few people in.

The room was large but quite messy. Although it contained valuable items, they seemed out of place in this setting, completely mismatched with the local style.

A middle-aged man in a denim jacket, wearing a headscarf on his head and with dark skin, a typical Southeast Asian. He had a scar on his face, which looked particularly ferocious when he smiled.

"Hehe, you guys are here?" The man looked at the few Chinese before him, as if seeing a lot of money.

Every year, he made hundreds of millions, even billions, from the Chinese. Like this year, he had already exceeded his targets. Just from Master Wen, he had made ten billion.

"Where is he?" Mo Shaocong asked coldly.

"Bring him up," the man said.

It wasn't long before Master Wen was escorted in from outside.

He appeared gentle and cultured but was filled with lust, violence, and gambling. This was a common flaw among many of the young nobles in the capital. They might be low-key in society, not fond of street racing, but they loved extravagant gambling abroad. They lusted after women, forcefully taking them, and even if troubles arose, local officials would protect them.

Wen Xiaobao was the grandson of a high-ranking official in the Central Government.

Tall, over 1.8 meters, with fair and handsome features and dressed in casual attire, he didn't at all seem like the typical rich and influential young noble of the capital.

Upon seeing Mo Shaocong, Wen Xiaobao smiled and said, "You came?"

"Young Master Wen, this matter..." Mo Shaocong was anxious.

"No rush!" Wen Xiaobao smiled again, then said, "You… if you can help me, I'd already be very grateful. I asked someone to find you this time, hoping you could help me rescue Xiao Wu. As for that money, forget about it."

"Alright!" Mo Shaocong nodded.

Afterward, Wen Xiaobao was taken away by some people.

"The boxing event is scheduled for nine o'clock tonight, remember to come on time," said the man, before having the security escort them out.

In this way, Xiao Han and Mo Shaocong were driven out of the underground boxing ring once again.

The two of them simply decided to stay in the hotel.

After a simple meal at the hotel, Mo Shaocong took Xiao Han back to his room, saying, "Xiao Han, I won't disturb your rest. You need to conserve your energy, then fight well tonight, and win, alright?"

"Mhm!" Xiao Han nodded.

This match was a must-win. If Xiao Han lost, he not only would lose money but also completely push Xiao Wu further into the abyss. Thus, Xiao Han had to win.

Mo Shaocong closed the door and then walked away.

Xiao Han stayed alone in his room, quietly.

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't sleep at all.

Like this, it was past four in the morning before Xiao Han finally dozed off. In his sleep, he dreamed of Chen Zihan. The dream was confusing, with the two of them seemingly getting married and having children, yet also encountering Chen Zihan's betrayal…

A flash of white light, and Xiao Han felt like he had fallen into the abyss.

Thud…

Xiao Han suddenly rolled onto the floor, his body actually hitting the ground.

Huff… Huff…

Xiao Han gasped for fresh air, his body covered in sweat.

Hurriedly, Xiao Han rushed into the bathroom and showered.

August in Myanmar was very hot, the air filled with humidity. There were many mosquitoes, and even though the room had air conditioning, it still couldn't fend off the heat seeping in from outside, making it utterly painful.

After a quick wash, Xiao Han hurriedly got dressed.

It was already dark outside. Glancing at his phone, it was already past seven in the evening. There was no time difference between Myanmar and China; the time on Xiao Han's phone was the local time in Myanmar.

Xiao Han quickly went out and then knocked on Mo Shaocong's door.

"You're up?" Mo Shaocong asked, wearing his robe.

"Mhm." Xiao Han nodded and said, "Big Brother Mo, let's go grab something to eat."

"Alright." Mo Shaocong nodded and said, "Let's go."

After saying this, the two immediately headed out.

Mo Shaocong was just wearing his robe while dining in the hotel's restaurant. He appeared very casual and relaxed.

For dinner, Xiao Han ate a big piece of steak. There was a tough fight coming up that night, so he decided to eat a bit more to have the strength to fight. Otherwise, how could he ensure his victory in this match?

Mo Shaocong didn't eat much, perhaps to maintain his charming figure.

After eating, the two walked on the streets.

The little town saw many Chinese tourists. Of course, there were also many foreigners. They carried cameras, taking photos on the streets. Nighttime in Myanmar was beautifully lit, not the pitch-darkness he had imagined.

The town was very beautiful.

Xiao Han could always hear Chinese voices nearby, giving him a comforting feeling of being in his own country.

"Many people are heading to the boxing ring now," Mo Shaocong said with a smile.

Many people were walking towards the hotel, clearly there to watch the fight rather than to stay.

"Yeah!" Xiao Han nodded and said, "Why do people enjoy watching such bloody things?"

"Because the human gene has a combative side," Mo Shaocong replied with a smile.

"That's true." Xiao Han nodded and said, "Everyone has a bloody and cruel side deep down."