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In Vietnam, Anurak lounged in a low-key hotel just like New suggested in his letter. The hotel was in a slum and a long way from any major gathering place.

Too depressed, he was doing just two things. Sleeping by using drugs, and drinking. When he had to eat, he would grab junks by the roadsides close to the hotel.

This went on for four days.

On the fifth day, his satellite phone rang for the first time, spooking him.

This phone was his only contact with the people helping him. It was supposed to ring whenever his travel papers were ready. Anurak didn't expect it to ring this soon.

When he checked it, he found a message. Just one word.

“Run!"

Anurak's scalp instantly turned cold.

His drunk and dilated eyes cleared.

Abandoning his drink, he grabbed his backpack and quickly stuffed all the things he had into it. Done, he opened the door and hurriedly made his way to the front exit of the hotel on wobbling legs.