Lin Dong nodded, glanced at the somewhat nervous Kun Sheng, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your trouble."

As Lin Dong entered the private room, a dignified-looking, imposing elderly man sitting at the head of the table caught his attention.

Needless to say, this person must be Peng Jiasheng, the King of Kokang.

"Lin Dong? I've finally met you in person! Truly a young hero, so promising! Haha..."

The old man stood up and warmly took Lin Dong's hand:

"Boss Kun is here too? Congratulations on becoming the head of the Dragon Gang in northern Myanmar so quickly."

Kun Sheng quickly offered a polite and modest response, but his old heart was already beaming with joy.

"Commander-in-Chief Peng, I have long admired your name. Meeting you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

"This is a small gift for our first meeting, nothing more."

Peng Jiasheng took the sandalwood box handed to him by Lin Dong, opened it, and revealed an expression of undisguised surprise.

How could the Kokang king, who had spent his life on the battlefield, not like guns?

Moreover, this is no ordinary pistol; it's a Browning made of pure gold.

"This gun is just what I wanted, hahaha... Lin Dong, then I won't be polite, I'll accept the gift."

The Kokang King's hearty laughter filled the entire room:

"Demin, let them serve the food."

"yes."

Peng Demin got up and left the private room, urging the waiter to serve the dishes.

"Lin Dong, let's skip the formalities. Now that things are settled in the old street, where are you planning to go next?"

Peng Jiasheng picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip.

"Next stop: Hpakant, to take care of some personal business."

"Hpakant? This place is very chaotic. The Kachin Independence Army is notorious for being inhuman."

Lin Dong smiled nonchalantly:

"King of Kokang, please rest assured, I don't take these warlords seriously."