After Jiang Feng and Dong Ruyan had breakfast at the customs hotel, they officially set out towards Boba Mountain.
There was still little communication between the two of them, and they tacitly understood what happened last night.
Especially, Dong Ruyan really didn't expect Jiang Feng to do that; he truly knew how to be considerate and cherish a girl like her.
Just a pity, his foul mouth and dour face never let it show in person.
...
The journey was silent.
When the black car reached the Bogu Mountain Range, they found many private cars were also heading up the mountain along the road.
And many pedestrians without vehicles were swarming to hike up the mountain as if rushing to some gathering.
However, Jiang Feng, the protagonist of the incident, encountered a traffic jam and moved with great difficulty.
"Are these Myanmar people idle with nothing better to do, getting so enthusiastic about matters that don't concern them?"
Dong Ruyan finally broke the silence, impatiently pressing the car horn.
"Isn't it the same in China?"
Jiang Feng lazily leaned against the passenger seat, casually looking out of the window, not the least bit anxious.
"You don't seem to be in a hurry at all?" Dong Ruyan turned to look at him.
"It's Hemeng who should be anxious," Jiang Feng said with a playful smile.
Dong Ruyan thought so too. With this kind of mountain road, even if palace guards were clearing the way for Hemeng, he would be completely stuck.
It's only to say, this stage is truly crucial, capturing everyone's attention; the winner will be king, and the loser will not only suffer complete defeat but also gamble with their lives!
...
At Elder Jian Palace, at the gates of the main hall.
At this moment, an antique American-made car had long been parked there.
This is a Ferrari 375 produced in 1937, valued at 14 million USD, designed by the top automobile designer Pininfarina, with only 12 units remaining in the world.
With a displacement of 4494cc, a V12 engine with overhead camshaft, a maximum power of 340 hp, the engine matches a 4-speed manual transmission, independent front suspension, and four-wheel drum brakes!
This makes it not only imposing in appearance but also able to demonstrate its owner Hemeng's extraordinary status in Myanmar.
Speaking of it, this antique car was personally bestowed upon Hemeng by the King when he was conferred the title of State Preceptor, and since then, Hemeng selected it as his exclusive vehicle.
And in front of this Ferrari 375, there were also two horse-drawn carriages.
They were not just any carriages, led by two splendid and majestic high horses, pulling two chariots behind, filled with palace guards used to clear the way for Hemeng.
Amidst all the fanfare, today's other protagonist, State Preceptor Hemeng, wearing a black sword master outfit, finally walked out from the main hall with his sword in hand.
He looked nothing like a ninety-year-old man, striding vigorously and proudly.
Following behind him were his two most cherished female attendants, one of whom was Lu Da.
Further back was a group of palace guards led by Miao Lun, ensuring Hemeng's all-around protection with great pomp.
"Honorable Master Hemeng, it's been a long time. His Majesty specially sent me to bring you a glass of Farewell Wine, wishing you a triumphant start and immediate success!"
A royal palace minister, also an old acquaintance of Hemeng, smiled as he presented a precious wine tray, filled with Jadescent Nectar granted by the King.
Hemeng took the wine cup and drank it all, then asked: "Has His Majesty already gone ahead?"
"His Majesty, along with the Princess, two Princes, and a Princess, have already proceeded to Bogu Mountain. With the crowd they have, they had to set off first," the minister said promptly.
"Very well, convey this message to His Majesty for me. I, Hemeng, will not disappoint him. Today marks the moment when I will shake Myanmar's national prestige and fiercely impact China's honor!"
Hemeng returned the wine cup, speaking arrogantly!
"Haha, rest assured, State Preceptor, I will deliver this message. I will now ride ahead and look forward to witnessing your magnificent presence at Boba Mountain Peak!"
After the royal palace minister left, a special envoy sent by the president from the government also delivered a glass of Farewell Wine to Hemeng, with the same intent as the King, expressing their regard for Hemeng, and offering a favor.
Under the enthusiastic cheers of reporters and civilians outside the palace, as Hemeng was about to board his antique car, suddenly two elders of his generation, who radiated an even more overpowering aura, approached from another side.
One of these two elders was dressed in a monk's robe, while the other wore coarse cloth garments, carrying a Black Iron Heavy Blade, with an unfriendly expression.
"Hemeng, we're looking forward to your performance today. Hope you don't embarrass us Myanmar people!"
The elder in coarse cloth, striding towards the antique car, said mockingly.
"Dao Tuo, shut your mouth! If you're hoping to see me fail, I can only say you'll be disappointed!" Hemeng disdainfully looked at the newcomer, sneering.
"I hope so! If you can't even handle a mere twenty-year-old Chinese youngster, the title of State Preceptor is wasted on you; you should step down and let the worthy take over," the elder in coarse cloth ridiculed.
"Haha, Dao Tuo, I know you've long coveted my position. Unfortunately, I won't give you any chance; you'd better go back to wherever you came from. As long as I'm here in Myanmar for one more day, don't think about rising up!"
It turns out, the elder in front of him named Dao Tuo, is one of the few in Myanmar who could rival Hemeng and even slightly surpass him.
The position of State Preceptor should have been his, but because of his eccentric temperament, he was unpredictable and uncontrollable, so the King bypassed him and gave the position to Hemeng.
As for the monk beside Dao Tuo, he is known as Gada Fake Monk, Myanmar's top Zen Master!
Gada Fake Monk is also known as Myanmar's top Martial Monk, the ultimate force guardian of Myanmar, recognized as the strongest figure!
However, due to his status as a monk, he cannot accompany the King to attend various important occasions, so he was only titled as National Guardian Master by the King, but his prestige still fell short of Hemeng's.
"Gada Fake Monk, Dao Tuo, although our paths differ and we don't work together, I still appreciate you coming today to support me!—What can I say, today's battle, I will completely surpass you, become Myanmar's foremost force guardian, and you will be forever beneath my feet, hahaha!"
Hemeng laughed triumphantly, and directly got into the antique car.
Afterward, the two majestic high horses in the front galloped forward under the coachman's control, with guards escorting from the front and rear, and Hemeng proceeded with two concubines on the antique car.
He even waved kindly to the fanatical crowds and journalists outside, maximizing his personal charm and posing to the extreme.
Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that Jiang Feng and Dong Ruyan had already abandoned their car halfway up the mountain, arrived at Boba Mountain Peak first, waiting for him to come up and meet his doom, disgracing his reputation forever!