283. No Chinese

Lu Li and his group, riding three police cars, sped down the highway.

He had just set fire to a county, a big enough commotion to have alarmed the officialdom of North Myanmar early on.

From the police cars' radios, voices in Wa Language frantically shouted instructions.

Lu Li turned a deaf ear to it all, simply taking out his nasal snuff bottle for a sniff, then channeling his spirit into the 9 puppets.

At that moment, Han Chen somehow felt that the young man in front had become somewhat excited.

He was not sure though, and dared not speak, fearing the man might blow his brains out.

Twenty minutes passed in this manner, and they arrived at the city.

This was also the capital of the First Special Zone of North Myanmar, looking somewhat like a scene from the 1990s, old-fashioned and backward.

With few respectable buildings, the best among them either involved in telecommunications fraud or places like Henry Hotel, an integrated den of gambling, prostitution, and drugs.