Like all overseas countries, wherever there are Chinese people around the world, there is usually a Huaxia Street, and in some places, it is also called Chinatown.
Myanmar, as a small country bordering China with a wide distribution of Chinese people, naturally also has a Huaxia Street.
This Huaxia Street is located in the very center and the most bustling street in the city center of Neibi.
To some extent, this also highlights the status of Chinese people in Myanmar.
On this street, there are all kinds of Chinese people, engaged in various businesses, and the most famous one is a person known as the Chinese Dragon.
This Chinese Dragon's real name is Di Long.
However, relying on his own means, he received the tip-off in advance, and decisively fled to Myanmar with his entire family to take refuge.
To this day, he has legitimately obtained Myanmar nationality and gathered the remaining forces, forming a considerable power on Huaxia Street, managing both the underworld and the legitimate world with ease.
Usually, Tarsen, as one of the few top drug lords in Myanmar, bears no conflict with Di Long, and they have rarely interacted.
But now, to ensure the foolproof elimination of Jiang Feng, he still had to seek help from Di Long, setting up a double insurance plan.
Riding in his private car, Tarsen quickly arrived at the entrance of a bar on Huaxia Street called "Flying Dragon in the Sky."
This was Di Long's stronghold.
Despite officially being a bar, it handled all sorts of businesses and engaged in all kinds of deals.
Because of its high efficiency and ruthless methods, most people in Neibi knew that there was a fearsome "Chinese Dragon" here!
The private car stopped at the entrance of "Flying Dragon in the Sky," and several Chinese-looking people from Yundian, upon noticing the license plate, immediately went inside to call the manager.
Soon, the manager of "Flying Dragon in the Sky" came out to greet them.
He was also a Chinese, surnamed Fang, who had fled to Myanmar with Di Long in the early days and always served as a direct and trusted subordinate, helping Di Long lead his team.
At this moment, Manager Fang saw Tarsen and greeted him with a smile, saying, "Chairman Tarsen, what a rare guest. What brings you to our 'Flying Dragon in the Sky'? The boss will surely be delighted to know, please come in!"
"No need for pleasantries, I'm here to see the Chinese Dragon. Is he here? I have some business to discuss with him." Tarsen responded with courtesy and then went straight to the point.
"Oh, please follow me, the boss is inside!"
With that, Manager Fang led the way, and Tarsen, accompanied by only two people, entered "Flying Dragon in the Sky."
The bar was bustling, with flashy lights and cheerful music.
This was only during the daytime, so one could imagine how lively it would be at night.
As Tarsen and his companions passed through, they saw countless young people with overflowing hormones showing off their dance moves on the dance floor, and the deafening DJ sound in the background.
Alluring women from various countries were dressed in midriff-baring outfits, swaying their snake-like waists, releasing their body's energy.
In the corners, several drug dealers were lurking around, looking for buyers.
"It's unexpected that the Chinese Dragon likes staying in such a place," remarked Tarsen with feigned seriousness.
Manager Fang smiled indifferently, "Our boss also enjoys tranquility."
The group bypassed the bar counter and went straight to the inner part of the bar.
At the corner of the staircase, Manager Fang pressed a button on the wall, and immediately, the wall opened up, revealing an elevator-like space.
Tarsen, not in the least surprised, followed Manager Fang inside.
The wall closed, and the "elevator" descended slowly, soon stopping.
When the door opened again, the scene before them was much grander than above!
It turned out to be a gigantic underground space, luxuriously decorated, with an audience section that could accommodate more than two hundred people. At the far end, there was a massive boxing ring.
This should be the site for the underground black market boxing, also known as death matches, which are a favorite in both Myanmar and Thailand.
Due to it being daytime, there were not many people watching the match here. On the ring, only two muscular brutes were fiercely fighting, with just a few cheers from below.
Manager Fang led Tarsen to a nearby stall and then walked to the front of a fat man in a large Tang suit, whispered something to him.
The fat man smiled amiably and politely excused himself to an old man beside him, then followed Manager Fang back.
"Chairman Tarsen, my esteemed friend, what brings you to my bar today?" Di Long asked with a hearty laugh.
Despite the Chinese Dragon's appearance of a fat head and big ears, the sharp glint in his eyes made ordinary people shiver, displaying a formidable aura!
If it weren't for Tarsen's extraordinary identity, he might not even have had the courage to speak face-to-face with Di Long.
"To be frank, Chinese Dragon, today I have something I need your help with," Tarsen said directly.
"Oh? It's rare that something troubles the illustrious chairman of the Heigu Group. Unfortunately, I only tolerate others selling drugs in my place, but I don't intend to run that kind of business myself, so—"
"Chinese Dragon, you're misunderstanding!"
Tarsen shook his head, "I just want to ask you to help me deal with a person from China who is about to enter the borders of Myanmar. I want him shattered to pieces, you name the price, and if it's done beautifully, I'll pay double."
"A Chinese person?"
Upon hearing this, Di Long slightly frowned, "Tarsen, you know, I've been in Myanmar for many years, and I never wanted to get involved in matters over there, and besides, the China of today is no longer the era I was in, teeming with talented people, even if I wanted to help you, I wouldn't have the capability..."
"Chinese Dragon, you and I are both smart people, so I think there's no need to beat around the bush with smart folks. There's a saying in Chinese culture: 'Money can turn the devil's wheels,' and no one is unmoved by money, wouldn't you agree?"
Tarsen, seemingly having anticipated Di Long's response, made a cold sneer and said.
"Hehe, I didn't expect Chairman Tarsen to know so much about the profound Chinese culture! I'm quite curious, what kind of Chinese person would make you lower yourself to come to me?" Di Long asked with a smile.
"That Chinese person is merely a young man in his early twenties, but he is my sworn enemy!"
Tarsen gritted his teeth, "My three sons, subordinates, have all died at his hands one after another. My business in the Chinese market was interrupted, thanks to him! So I must eliminate him to ease the hatred in my heart!!"