The sky was hung with a touch of the moon, and hundreds of people sat on the ground by the moonlight, and there was no shortage of good wine in the mine protection team, but they brought a lot of bamboo tube wine.

Wine and meat are fragrant, the moon is the light, and a group of people are feasting. Even the mine guard who was pinched half to death admired Xu Qing's kung fu and took the initiative to toast and apologize, he was a sincere man.

Guo Sangkun immediately set up a rule in the mine, no matter who it is, they can't hunt and kill pythons in the future, otherwise they will be the enemies of the entire Sang family, and everyone knows what the consequences will be.

After dinner, Kamu packed up a simple bed for Xu Qing in the mine, and there were two leopard skins on a few wooden boards, and the sleeping bag was put up to make it a comfortable nest.

The python coiled in front of the mine for a while and left on its own, and Xu Qing, who was seven points drunk, got into the sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep, and the snoring echoed in the cave.

The next day, Xu Qing woke up from a natural sleep, and when he stretched his waist and walked out of the cave, he found that he was the last to get up, fourteen pack horses had been prepared, and the Burmese hunters who followed the first into the mountain were all dressed, and everyone had a look of excitement on their faces, just waiting to set off.

Guo Sangkun stepped forward and punched Xu Qing in the chest, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you can really sleep." ”

Xu Qing rubbed his chest and said with a wry smile: "Let's go, take your things and go back." ”

The Burmese, who led a large group of people who were like arrows, went to the cave to get those wooden boxes, and there were actually twenty-eight boxes, which was still an auspicious number.

Xu Qing opened the log, took out the Muramasa knife and stuck it diagonally on the belt, because the scabbard was too long, and it looked a little nondescript if it was pinned as if it had a tail. He didn't care about that, as long as it was convenient.

With pack horses on their backs, the journey was much faster, and it only took one day to reach the col where I had last visited, and the next morning we returned to the Hpakant mining area without any problems.

Guo Sangkun asked people to directly seal all the twenty-eight large wooden boxes, and wrote down Xu Qing's domestic address, with the strength of the Sang family in Myanmar to get these things out of the country is just a trivial matter, as for the knife let him carry it, people will only think that they are buying a flashy souvenir.

It was the Apache helicopter that took the two back to Yangon, and the plane stopped in an open space not far from the public exhibition area an hour and a half later.

As soon as he got off the plane, he saw Sandon greet him with a group of people smiling, followed by the bald mercenary of the Wolf Mercenary Group.

Sang Deng gave Xu Qing a hug before he stepped forward, and his palm was pressing on his injured shoulder, making him grit his teeth in pain.

Xu Qing reluctantly withdrew his body back and said, "Uncle Sang Deng, please take it easy, I'm still injured!" ”

Only then did Sang Deng remember that Xu Qing was injured, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot about it for a while." ”

Xu Qing smiled: "It's okay, a little injury, just eat more fried Pakang or something." ”

"Haha! Okay, don't say it's fried Pacom, even fried dragons, please have a full meal today. Sandon laughed loudly, and looked at his son casually, his eyes full of approval.

The bald mercenary quickly stepped forward and saluted Xu Qing, took out a cowhide envelope from his pocket and handed it over: "The task is complete, and the other half of the commission Patriarch Sang has been paid." ”

Xu Qing took the envelope and didn't open it, he glanced at it casually, there were a few photos inside, the photo was a Chinese man with round eyes, a bloody hole was opened in the center of his eyebrows, and his brain burst out, judging from his appearance, it was Bai Shengjun, the photo was very clear, there was no trace of fighting, it seemed that the mad dog was really dead.