Power is an addictive poison.

At this time, Chen Xuan fully enjoyed this taste.

Driving through this strange city, he was like a bird out of a cage.

The power in Naypyidaw was different from the power he felt in Magdam.

Probably because this is the Blue Star, his home base.

It is also a place that he cares for carefully.

When he was in Xia Guo, he still had to worry about the impact of all aspects.

But in Dianmian, Chen Xuan didn't have so many worries.

It's the difference between environment and mentality.

"Sure enough, it is human nature to act recklessly."

Even though his heart was faintly inflated, he still restrained his desires well.

After driving into the city, he parked his car casually on the side of the road.

There is a large snack street nearby.

Most of the people who wander within it are locals.

Since the years have become notorious for Dian Myanmar, there have not been many tourists.

Not to mention the Xia people, even if the Lion City and the Xintai people come over, they are at risk of being ga.

With a relaxed attitude, Chen Xuan is ready to come to Naypyidaw to try the local snacks.

He holds a coconut in one hand and a pair of flip-flops on his feet.

It looks very laid-back.

His disguised original owner, Sotama, belonged to the ethnic minority of Dian-Burma, and his skin was even darker.

Walking into the snack street, he looked east and took a closer look, looking particularly curious.

The exaggerated amount of food gave Chen Xuan the confidence to eat and drink.

He can try all the snacks he is interested in.

However, the taste of Dianmyanmar is destined to make the local snacks not necessarily satisfy Chen Xuan.

……

Villa on the outskirts of the estate.

Yi Qinnon changed into formal clothes and went downstairs.

Then let the bodyguards let in the few Christians who came to deliver the letter.

Of course, the guys were all searched before they entered the door.

Sitting in the living room on the first floor, the Crooks looked a little reserved in the face of Yi Chennon, who had been scolded by them in private.

And Yi Qinnon also knew that these guys were Wu Lepa's henchmen.

Otherwise, I would not have been entrusted with the important task of delivering letters.

The importance of this letter is undeniable.

If it leaks out, it will definitely cause KNU's reputation in the civil land martial arts to be greatly reduced.

So I can only arrange henchmen to send it.

At this time, several bodyguards stood behind Yi Qinnon, cautiously guarding these Ke Yan.

The relationship between KNU and Yi Chin Nong can be described as the same in previous years.

Although there has been some improvement in recent years, the two sides are far from harmonious.

It's not just guns that kill people.

At a reasonable distance, teeth and hands can be used as tools for killing.

Therefore, just in case, none of these bodyguards dared to slack off.

If Yi Qinnon was murdered and died, then Chen Xuan would have a headache.

It's not because Ichinnong is important to him.

It's that Yi Qinnon is very important to the fungus axe, and without this guy contacting the fungus axe, it is easy to make a flaw.

Even if Chen Xuan could find Yi Rong.

There are many things that only Yi Qinnon himself will not reveal.

This leads to a somewhat quirky and tense atmosphere in the living room.

The Croons feared that Yi Chennon would not accept the KNU, so they arrested them and tortured them.

The bodyguards, on the other hand, were worried that the Critics had bad intentions.

After all, no matter what the point of view, it is not very reasonable for Wu Lepa to defect to the fungus axe.

On the contrary, Yi Qinnon didn't think about it that much.

He began to come to terms with the reality of being a puppet vassal.

The thirst for power is slowly cooling.

When the sky fell, Chen Xuan was also on top.

He didn't care what kind of medicine was being sold in Wu Lepa's gourd.

According to Chen Xuan's instructions, he put the few pieces of letter paper on the coffee table.

Then he solemnly said to a few cramped people.

"I'm willing to accept KNU."

"But let you Siling come to Naypyidaw to see me in person."

With that, he clapped his hands.

Soon a maid brought him pens and stationery.

Leaning over slightly, he began to write on the spot.

It only took a few minutes to write a text message and press your fingerprint on it.

There is also the seal of the military department.

That would be enough to prove that it was his own letter.

He folded the letter at will, and he didn't even prepare the envelope.

So he handed the letter to the Crook who was sitting across from him.

"Take it, bring it to your Wu Siling."

"Let him hurry."

"Because in three days I may have to leave Naypyidaw temporarily."

Yi Chennon said casually that he said this to ensure that Ulepa would be able to come to Naypyidaw for the appointment within three days.

Taking the piece of paper, the leader stood up and bowed.

"We will deliver your letter to Wu Siling."

To this, Yi Qinnon just nodded.

Then he asked his subordinates to issue them a pass.

In this way, it can be unimpeded in the section of the road where the axe fungus is set up.

So as not to encounter any unnecessary trouble on the road.

This move made these critics believe that Yi Qinnon was indeed the leading brother of KNU.

Considering that the two sides may become friendly forces in the future.

The attitude of these critics has also become more attentive.

However, Yi Qinnon was impatient with this, and waved his hand to urge them to leave early.

"Let's get off early."

"If you need fuel, you can tell him."

He casually pointed to a bodyguard behind him.

He ordered the eviction.

Several Crooks hurriedly nodded and got up, and left the villa under the leadership of the bodyguards.

When they walked out, Yi Chennon raised the back of his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He knew that as long as Ulepa came to the appointment, he was afraid that he would soon become his colleague.

Thinking of Chen Xuan, he couldn't help but turn his head to the maid standing beside him and asked.

"Where's the boss?"

The maid replied truthfully.

"An hour ago, the boss drove a Bentley out."

"It seems to say that I am going to Naypyidaw."

Yi Qinnon nodded, this cheap master is terrifying, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

"By the way, the boss didn't leave me a task."

The maid shook her head.

Since being contracted, Yi Qinnon is theoretically on the same level as them.

It's just that as Chen Xuan's black glove, he is still the same silk order in his position.

Didn't care about the maid's absent-minded attitude.

Yi Qinnon heard that Chen Xuan was not at home, but he was a little happy in his heart.

He stretched and walked slowly to the elevator, ready to get some sleep.

Chen Xuan's arrangement, he has already completed.

Whether it can be done depends on Wu Lepa's subsequent reaction.

……

Inside the snack street.

Chen Xuan ate seven or eight snacks in a row.

There are only one or two things that can satisfy him.

It's hard to describe the snacks in Dianma.

It is a blend of Southeast Asian and Asan styles.

Sour and spicy seasonings are the mainstream.

He also likes to sprinkle all kinds of green leaf spices that Chen Xuan has never seen.

The green sauce, let alone a taste, looked like it made him lose his appetite.

"It's a food desert."

Chen Xuan was disappointed and prepared to find a big hotel to look around.

Raising his hand, he pulled out a new stack of banknotes from his waist, then pulled out two and put them on the table before leaving.

As soon as I got up, I was suddenly stopped.

"Stop!"

"Hillbilly!"

A few hooligans dressed in coconut palm beach short sleeves surrounded the side.

Chen Xuan glanced at them and immediately frowned.

"There are still such retro hooligans in Dianmi?"

"No wonder they say that development is a cycle."

In the eyes of the locals of Dianmen, his disguised Sodama is a typical ethnic minority dress.

And Dian-Burma does not have the harmonious policies of the Xia Kingdom.

The locals of Naypyidaw look down on these "mountain people".

Vice versa.

Otherwise, Mindiwu would not have fought with the fungus axe for so many years.

Commercial streets such as snack streets and pedestrian streets have room for gangsters to breed.

Xia Guona has undergone rectification.

Ten or twenty years ago, the situation was similar to that of Naypy today.

Just now, Chen Xuan took out cash when he paid the bills at various food stalls.

And he has several stacks of Burmese banknotes in his pocket, and even a stack of American knives, so it looks bulging.

Plus it's a stranger from the mountains.

Naturally, he was targeted by the gangsters in this snack street.

They didn't see Chen Xuan parking.

Otherwise, that Bentley of Christians would be enough to deter these guys.

After figuring out everything in an instant, Chen Xuan's frowning brows slowly stretched, and a smile appeared on his face.

It just so happened that he felt that this trip to Naypyidaw was a bit boring.

Now, the seasoning is delivered to your door.

With Sodama's face, he was in a foreign country again.

Chen Xuan didn't mind spending time with them at all.

Thinking of this, he slowly turned around and asked with a smile.

"Is there anything you guys are up to?"

Such an abnormal behavior made a few gangsters stunned for a moment.

But the guys reacted quickly.

Staring maliciously at his bulging pockets.

"You, come with us."

As he spoke, the two thugs walked in front of Chen Xuan left and right.

He was surrounded and walked into the alley between the two shops.

The snack street here looks very retro compared to the Xia Kingdom.

The sewage on the ground is cross-flowing and stinking.

On both sides are the gutters, and from time to time rats crawl through.

At the food stall where he was before, the owner glanced at the alley with hesitant eyes.

Then he looked at the mobile phone placed under the stall.

He was considering whether to call the police.

But thinking of the cost after calling the police, he gave up on the idea.

Those thugs were all members of the Qingpa Gang.

It's the biggest gang in the neighborhood.

Naypyidaw, as the new capital of Dian-Burma, the original old town has become the core area of the new capital.

And the Qingpa Gang is an old local gang.

It has been entrenched here for more than 20 years.

When the fungus axe migrated over, the gang leader Qingpa fell in love with a big man in the mushroom prescription.

Sometimes I will solve some personal problems for the big man in the city.

Therefore, the Qingpa Gang can safely exist in Naypye.

The local mushrooms are also turning a blind eye to this.

If he dares to report it, I'm afraid he won't see the sun the next day.

Thinking of this, the stall owner dispelled those unrealistic thoughts.

Bow your head as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, inside the alley.

Chen Xuan playfully followed them to the deepest part of the alley.

It's a narrow alley.

The width is just over two meters.

The two of them in parallel seemed a little cramped.

The walls of the building block the sunlight, and the alley is not only foul-smelling, but also damp and dark.

"Hehe, hand over the money on you."

Upon entering the alley, the thug appeared even more unscrupulous.

The thug who walked in front pulled out a switchblade from his bosom.

With the crisp sound of the circlip, the blade of the knife, which is less than ten centimeters, springs up.

Speaking of switchblades, this thing used to be one of the most lethal weapons in street fights.

Because it is relatively small, it is easy to carry and is not easy to cause alarm.

The blade is not long, but it is large enough to penetrate the muscles and diaphragms in the chest and stab the heart.

So in street fighting, the switchblade is also quite famous.

Chen Xuan looked at the thugs who were clustered in front of him, blocking the exit of the alley, and the corners of his mouth curled.

"Such a guy, even if he kills it, he will eliminate harm for the people."

He is not suppressing the desires of his heart.

A wanton flame rose up.

With a smile on his face, he took a step closer to the men.

This made the little gangsters startled, and they collectively trembled.

Then they seem to be enraged by such behavior.

The thug with the switchblade held the knife and stabbed Chen Xuan's arm.

It can be seen that he doesn't want to cause a death yet.

Facing the switchblade that stabbed at the big arm, Chen Xuan didn't bother to hide.

The sharpened tip of the sharpened blade pierced the T-shirt he was wearing in an instant.

But the next scene left all the thugs dumbfounded.

There is no imaginary picture of the blade entering the flesh and blood gushing out.

Instead, there was a crisp "sonorous" sound.

The little thug who stabbed out the switchblade only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, which was torn in an instant.

And the switchblade actually encountered strong resistance on that dark arm.

The brittle manganese steel sword was broken in an instant.

And then shoot straight at the wall next to it.

The alley became silent in an instant.

And Chen Xuan, who was defending on the spot, just raised his hand and patted his arm.

The smile on his face became even more enthusiastic.

"Are you ready?"

Before his words fell, his figure disappeared further into place.

Then it suddenly flashed behind the thugs, blocking the entrance to the alley.

Then he sprinted towards the gangsters.

The fists in his hands continued to shoot out like flowers, and the thugs turned into flesh bowling balls and slammed into the wall at the end of the alley.

The huge force made these little gangsters like cannonballs of more than 100 catties.

The walls in the alley were shaking violently.

And all the thugs who crashed into the wall turned into a puddle of flesh and mud.

The clothes supported the limp corpse and slid to the ground.

Blood and water gathered silently.

It was only a moment of effort, and there was only one thug left in front of him.

As he flashed and changed direction, the remaining thug happened to be the one who stabbed him.

At this point, this guy was already scared silly.

The legs were swinging, and the sphincter was relaxed, causing the air to smell of defecation.

The brothers he once drank with had become a pile of meat at the end of the alleyway not far away.

The damp moss-covered walls also showed signs of slight wear.

Dripping water stains and blood mixed together, making the ground a strange color.

"Let's go, take me to your boss."

"Not enough, not enough!"

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(End of chapter)