Chapter 395: Batchai's Grand Birthday

Seven days later, at night.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and the location was in Myanmar, Shan State highland.

A battered old truck was parked in an open area ten kilometers outside Mengdan Town. At that moment, the driver was sitting in the driver's seat with melodious music flowing in the cab.

This area was part of the northern region of the Golden Triangle, only 80 kilometers from China's border.

The driver took his last drag on his cigarette and then stubbed it out in the ashtray.

Beep, beep, beep—

A buzzing noise came from the Casio watch on his wrist.

The driver straightened up, his lazy expression gone in an instant; he deftly pushed open the door, got out of the truck, looked around to ensure it was safe, and then started walking toward the center of the open area.