If Bangkok in front of us is a full moon above the sky, then Ansai must be the dark side of the moon. I, the fish and the little white fox, passed through most of the city. When I came to this slum with sewage, I could see that most of the buildings here were completely different from the modernization of the center of Bangkok. Instead, they were like tube buildings in the 1970s and 1980s. The dense wires were everywhere, like dense spider webs. God knows why this happened.

Walking along, there were noisy crowds everywhere, with a large number of bars, restaurants and beef farms with bright lights and lights.

The so-called beef farm has nothing to do with its name. In fact, it is a place that sells out colors, with a lot of pornographic performances. If you can afford enough money, you can spend the night with the stripper inside.

Thailand is a magical country. I don’t know when something called “GRATEA” became popular. The first Hong Kong and Taiwan to come into contact with it translated it as “shemale”. That is, men who have cut off their penis and taken estrogens since childhood. Due to various relationships, such products are not only particularly charming, but also tall. They have fair skin, but are more beautiful than local girls. Therefore, most of the actors who perform in the beef farm are such special characters.

The little white fox was very curious about this human demon and was making a noise to visit. It made me very depressed - if it were rare, her prehistoric alien species was much rarer than those guys, and those were all fake monsters, so she was the real monster, right?

This time, Mu Qingshan and his daughter Mu Shiwei were not accompanied by him. First, this matter was my private matter, and I didn’t want to use too many organizational resources. Second, this matter was really dangerous, and I didn’t want to involve the Mu family’s father and daughter. After all, they finally took root in Bangkok. There was no need to fight with us.

Fortunately, Bu Yu is proficient in the languages ​​of Southeast Asian countries, and naturally knows Thai. This is due to the years he has lived here. With his leadership, we will not get lost. We walked through the crowded crowds and the alleys with bright lights and wine, and came to a bar called "Nemen Light".

The bar is not big, but it is extremely lively. There are two strong men guarding the door, looking at everyone entering and leaving with bad eyes. When we walked into it, we saw people sitting in groups of three or three sitting under the dim light, all bowing their heads and whispering, as if communicating something. Most of them couldn't see clearly. I walked straight to the bar and saw a man as strong as a bear inside, looking at the TV diagonally below the bar, laughing from time to time.

This man looks different from an ordinary Thai. He is thick and strong, with a fierce face, and his arms are covered with green snakes. However, when he sees his smile, he looks a little honest. I can't help but wonder what he is looking at. I stretched my head over and saw the little swallow jumping and making noise on the screen.

"Return of the Condor Heroes" was aired in 1998, and the second part was aired the following year. At that time, I was still teaching at East China Theological Seminary. Young Master Yan liked watching it very much, so I watched a few episodes with me. I was really unsightly about this kind of drama that was dancing and chaotic, but I could still remember the content. At this moment, I saw the fat man looking at it. It was the first part, but it was not Mandarin, but translated Thai. But when I saw this strong man, I knew that the power of this magical drama could also affect foreign friends.

The man saw us coming and asked absent-mindedly, probably asking us what we were drinking, while Buyu said to him in Thai, meaning we were looking for Miss Yaoji.

As soon as he heard the evil spirit, the strong man suddenly became alert, raised his eyebrows, and said with great dissatisfaction. Bu Yu talked to him again. The two talked for a while. The strong man waved his hand and called a black and thin girl to come and ask her to take us away.

At this time, Bu Yu also turned his head and said to me: "I was not happy at first, but I said we were introduced by Dulong, so he agreed."

Dulong is one of our relatives, an arms dealer in Myanmar, who has a close contact with the organization. Now I borrowed a reason for this. I got up and followed the little girl into the bar. At the end of the light, I saw the strong man staring at the TV screen with concentration. Obviously, the content inside was much more attractive than a profitable transaction.

After passing through the dim bar, we arrived at a wooden door on the side. The little girl pushed open the door and walked in. At the door inside, there were two bodyguards, a man and a woman, who signaled us to raise our hands and search them to prevent us from carrying weapons.

All of our things were placed in the eight treasure bags, and we were not afraid of searching them, so we let them pass this procedure in great harmony.

After finishing, I walked through a winding corridor and finally arrived at a private room where a fair-skinned and beautiful woman was waiting for us.

The thin girl leading the way clasped her hands towards us and then helped to close the door. The beautiful woman inside lay comfortably on the soft sofa, said lazily, Bu Yu replied to her, and then said to me: "Boss, she asked you, "It's impossible for Dulong to find her to check the news. That's a miser, so my name is wrong, but no matter what, I'm always a guest at the door. She asked me what I want to know, as long as I can afford the price, everything is easy to say, and if I come to make trouble, she doesn't have no way to deal with us."

This passage uses both soft and hard skills, and is truly worthy of being one of the most well-versed news brokers in Southeast Asia, the Deadly Demonic.

However, as soon as I came in, I felt a little strange. I had to know that at this moment, I had reached a certain level of control over the surroundings. Because of my long-term plan, I always had a clearer understanding of the essence of things than others. For some reason, I always felt that something was wrong with the beauty in front of me. With the kind of yang energy that spreads out from her body, it was not something that a woman could possess.

And when I saw the Adam's apple looming on her neck, I understood everything.

It turns out that the person in front of me is actually a human being.

I could not speak out when I figured out this point, but when the woman heard the translation of Bu Yu, her face filled with a smile and said to me in Chinese with an accent: "It turns out that it is a Chinese guest, which is really rare - OK, let me talk about it without much, just tell me what do you want to know?"

I glanced at Bu Yu, he nodded, took out a photo of monk Zhiri from his arms, handed it to the table in front of the demon, and said, "This person's name is Kangsangkan, the Dharma name Zhiri. He was once a disciple of a sect called Xuankong Temple in China. About two or three days ago, he passed through the Yunnan-Burma border in China and arrived in Myanmar with a dwarf named Yu Qianba and a drug dealer named Zhang Yi. We want to know where this person is. As for the price, come and drive!"

"Kangsangkan?"

The woman in front of me who looked a hundred times more charming than the little white fox who changed her face turned her eyes and murmured: "Why does this name sound so familiar? Well... Oh, I remember, the son of the blood-handed maniac Kang Keyu, right? I remember Kang Keyu was afraid that the Angkor government would attack him. Twenty years ago, he sent his youngest son to China, and his son should be this monk named Kang Sangkan, right?"

After all, I am a message broker. My brain is like a database, and it can be transferred to archives and retrieved at any time. When I heard what she said, I let go of my worries and nodded, saying that's right, it's him.

The demon squinted his eyes and said word by word: "He is Kang Keyu's son, do you know?"

I nodded calmly and said, "Of course I know, but he is the son of the King of Heaven. As long as he provokes us, he will have to admit his bad luck! Tell me, can you help me get the news about him now?"

Yao Ji was stunned by my confident words. After a while, she came to her senses and stared at me and said, "Before discussing business, I want to ask about your identity. I am really curious. Since you know that he is a blood-handed madman, you dare to say such crazy words. Who is the sacred place?"

This time, I didn't call the name "Luo Da Ji" again, but said seriously: "Maoshan!"

Yao Ji frowned and said, "Maoshan? I have heard some Chinese allusions and know that you are very powerful Taoist priests. However, this is Thailand and Southeast Asia. You may not be able to play with the rules here..."

I didn't say much to her, but said word by word: "Why, are you afraid that Kang Keyou will be, or you can't get him down?"

Yao Ji stared at me for a while, and suddenly smiled, smiling charmingly and cheerfully: "We business people are not afraid of heaven or earth, but are just afraid of not making money. The reason why we talked to you so much is just to tell you something. It's very simple, but expensive."

I didn't frown for a moment and said generously: "Please offer!"

Yao Ji said, "One million, US dollars!"

I was stunned for a moment, waved my hand, Bu Yu handed over a small box, I placed it on the table, and said calmly: "A hundred thousand deposit, I will pay the final payment when the news is received."

Yao Ji was very satisfied with my luxury, snapped her fingers, and said confidently: "In two days, come here to get the news."
Chapter completed!