Chapter 1334: 918 Seven Deadly Sins_2
No matter how overwhelming the propaganda is here, it still cannot stop the bustling activity happening next door.
Almost every neighborhood has banners hanging, warning about certain residents being scamd for various reasons.
Of course.
Losing money in scams is not the worst that can happen.
The most tragic cases involve those who go next door and join the sches themselves.
Jiang Chen once ca across a news story.
It happened in East Sea.
In the report, a rescued worker vividly recounted how he was awake in East Sea but, after being drugged, woke up to find himself in Myanmar’s electric scam park, beaten three tis a day, with occasional midnight “bonus” beatings.
The cruelty of the scamrs is undeniable, but the deception in his abduction was an insult to human intelligence.
In this day and age.
How is it possible for a living person to be transported unnoticed from within the borders of the country to overseas?
Do people really believe that Shenzhou’s reputation for being the safest country is self-proclaid?
Pitiful people must have detestable traits.
While the circulated videos are undoubtedly shocking.
An undeniable truth remains.
In the electric scam parks of Myanmar, except for an extrely tiny fraction, the vast majority of workers there voluntarily entered.
The reason is simple.
The pursuit of wealth and their innate greed.
However, there’s always a gap between ideals and reality.
Scamming, as a trade, has its standards—not just anyone can excel at it.
People hope they’ll beco managers within a week, surrounded by beauties from various nations, calling the park owner “brother.” But the reality is, if they’re useless here, they’re likely just as useless there—unable to scam even half a penny. Instead, they’ll be treated as livestock, drained of blood or have their kidneys harvested. If they’re lucky and manage to escape dirty and battered, they’ll fabricate sob stories about how they were “tricked” into joining, just to avoid punishnt.
That’s why Jiang Chen feels no sympathy for the electric scam workers in Myanmar.
He understands why the scam epidemic remains only an internal propaganda topic.
Not interfering in neighbors’ dostic matters is certainly one reason.
Another reason can be sumd up with an old saying:
“Those who bring misfortune upon themselves cannot live.”
“I’ve heard that behind those Myanmar scamming syndicates, there are actually supporters involved. Is that true?”
Looking over the information from Cainan, Jiang Chen raised his head.
The assassin who fled to Myanmar seed like he had vanished into thin air, making it unlikely they could capture him using normal thods.
“In an environnt like Myanmar, industries making such easy money, you think they can operate peacefully without pledging allegiance to soone?” Lan Peizhi replied with a question instead of an answer.
“I’m not talking about Myanmar,” Jiang Chen clarified.
Not Myanmar.
That only leaves here.
Lan Peizhi was silent for a while, studying him, “Who told you this?”
“Ding He,” Jiang Chen answered casually and added: “The boss of my childhood friend’s forr law firm, Fang Jun’s brother-in-law. He was arrested and returned to the country after being forced to stay in Myanmar for so ti.”
“Isn’t he already dead?”
Lan Peizhi seed to recall.
Indeed.
Deceased witnesses hold no value anymore.
No matter how big the secrets, they beco aningless.
Jiang Chen gave a faint smile, “Just making small talk.”
The darkness in human nature is unfathomable.
Like those photos and videos erging from Myanmar’s scamming parks.
Normal people can hardly fathom how scamrs could be so vicious, so utterly inhumane.
But in reality.
The evil of scamrs is rely surface-level.
What’s truly unbearable is the masterminds behind this flourishing industry.
Never mind the neighbors.
Let’s just talk about the locals.
Are ordinary citizens genuinely afraid of those tattoo-covered thugs who act like gangsters?
For instance, so local “Dragon Bro” was so tough that he brandished a knife to attack soone after being blocked on the road. And what happened?
An honest man wrestled the knife from him and killed him effortlessly.
So-called gangsters aren’t scary at all.
When stabbed, they’ll whimper and beg for rcy, clutching their guts.
The truly terrifying ones are the people backing them.
“Maybe you could ask Fang Jun,” Lan Peizhi suggested succinctly.
Jiang Chen chuckled and shook his head, “Young Master Fang should be focusing on rehabilitation now; I won’t disturb him.”
Fang Jun might have had motivation.
But no opportunity.
Never mind whether his ti in custody will enable him to undergo a genuine transformation of thought; at least, he’s definitely not stirring up trouble anymore.
Jiang Chen’s eyes revealed contemplation.
An assassin has fled into Myanmar; conventional thods for retrieval seem unrealistic.
Of course.
If he’s gone into hiding, he wouldn’t dare resurface.
But in a world filled with bounty hunters, money talks—almost anyone can be employed for the right price.
Jiang Chen didn’t even want to imagine sothing like taking a bathroom break only for soone to kick down the door, brandishing a knife and charging at him.
“Do you know anyone in Myanmar?” Jiang Chen asked, his tone and expression neutral.
“Myanmar’s situation is too chaotic. Trying to find soone there is hardly feasible.”
Even Lan Peizhi shared this sentint, underscoring just how chaotic that region was.
“I’m not looking for anyone,” Jiang Chen clarified: “Even if I did find soone, it’d either be a corpse or an imbecile. People like that mostly work for money—they might not even know who their employers are.”
Just as he had once said:
So things cannot be proven—and don’t need evidence.
Suspicion alone suffices.
“Your awareness is comndable,” Lan Peizhi praised him.
Jiang Chen smirked, rubbed his face, and asked again, “Do you know anyone? If not, I’ll ask soone else.”
Being close neighbors and sharing a common language, it would be unsurprising if Blood Guanyin’s connections extended to friends on the other side.
Still.
Having just said he’d abandon the chase and then going on to ask such questions seed redundant.
But Lan Peizhi didn’t seem to notice Jiang Chen’s peculiar behavior and didn’t question him further.
“You can contact Xing Jie.”
Xing Jie.
Her trusted lieutenant in Goryeo.
Of course.
After failing in Goryeo, the remaining Goryeo enterprises and personnel were handed over to Jiang Chen, with Xing Jie still overseeing all affairs there, effectively becoming Jiang Chen’s representative in Goryeo.
Although Lan Peizhi had retreated from Goryeo, she entrusted the reins to Jiang Chen.
Adding to this were Che Changmin, now seated as Chief Prosecutor, and the camaraderie with the stationed U.S. military.
A chain of interconnected relationships.
Gold Zhuxuan, who had left her holand, now frequently and unapologetically returned to visit her family.
“If we help them obtain new nationalities, they wouldn’t object, would they?”
Jiang Chen murmured.
Looking at his calm expression, Lan Peizhi leaned back against her chair without responding.
“Mr. Song, I have so bad news for you—Jiang Chen was attacked by an assassin.”
“Oh? Shouldn’t that be good news for Miss Fujiwara?”
Laughter of surprise ca through the phone.
“Mr. Song, this matter has nothing to do with Li Ji, and don’t forget that you two are compatriots.”
Fujiwara Reiki reminded.
“If I’m not mistaken, he’s fine, isn’t he? If he’s unscathed, then what’s there to worry about?”
“Although he’s fine, it’s impossible for him to act as if nothing happened. He ca to Li Ji last night demanding an explanation.”
“Oh?”
“From what I recall, he’s not the type to be so inconsiderate.”
Fujiwara Reiki spoke with a trace of lancholy, “His consideration is probably reserved only for those he genuinely cares about.”
There was silence from the other end.
“Mr. Song, he’s in a foul mood. When he ca yesterday, he brought people with him. If Li Ji were a man, she definitely would have been beaten.”
“Miss Fujiwara, rest assured. Shenzhou is a country governed by law. Should he lay a hand on you, I’ll ensure justice is served.”
“With Mr. Song’s assurance, Li Ji is reassured.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, keeping the detail of being stripped out of her retelling, instead showing concern: “Mr. Song, you’d better be careful; he might co looking for you.”
The man on the other end chuckled.
“Miss Fujiwara need not worry; he won’t.”
“Mr. Song sure sounds confident. People can do unpredictable things when they’re angry.”
“Miss Fujiwara doesn’t understand him well enough. He’s a rational man—you have nothing to fear.”
Indeed.
Not to ntion this strange assassin.
Even in Haojiang.
When a nine-dragon gangster with an unmistakable identity tried to face off with guns during a car collision, he remained silent.
Fujiwara Reiki seed to pick up on his strong confidence and didn’t press the conversation further.
“Then Li Ji will take her leave.”
The call ended.
Ever graceful in dealing with people, Fujiwara Reiki’s radiant smile brightened as she slowly set her phone down.
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