The morning breeze in the small port town in Southeast Asia is cool, the sky is blue and cloudless, rows of tall palm trees on the roadside cast patches of shade, and exotic songs linger on the roadside speakers.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the street market is bustling with vendors pushing small trucks and doing business standing crowdedly on both sides of the street.
The dark-skinned locals, speaking in an incomprehensible dialect and standing in front of various stalls to attract customers, are the most lively atmosphere of this small town.
"Yohoo~"
The little boy's innocent and joyful cry dragged out a long tail on the street, "Dad...faster..."
In the weaving traffic, a tall and handsome man was riding an electric motorcycle, with his wife, who was fully armed with sunscreen, riding behind him, and in the space in front of him stood the son who had woken his parents up from bed early in the morning.
The man was wearing a black shirt with two buttons casually undone at the collar. He wore black sunglasses lazily on his tall nose, and the corners of his handsome mouth were raised in a smile.
Around his waist, a pair of slender arms, tightly covered by a sun-protective jacket, were clasped together because of tension. Her husband's tall and strong body was the only source of security for the young lady who had never ridden a motorcycle.
In contrast to his mother's nervousness and timidity, the little dragon cub in front was riding a motorcycle for the first time. He was so excited that he wanted to sit on the front of the car, or even ride on his father's head.
"No, baby, no more, mommy is scared..."
Nanxi pressed her cheek against her husband's back, unable to understand why her husband would agree to let his son give up the comfortable luxury car and ride a motorcycle.
The little boy was just too curious, but the lack of fatherly love for three years made her husband oblige her every request. She didn't want to spoil the fun of her husband and son, so she had no choice but to follow them out, completely unable to understand what excited the father and son.
In such dangerous traffic, the motorcycle carrying a family of three was weaving in and out of the gaps between cars along the seaside avenue. Before reaching the destination, cold sweat broke out on her back.
"Mom, don't worry. Dad can even fly a fighter jet, so riding a motorcycle is nothing." The little dragon cub shouted to his mother against the wind.
The smile on Baru's lips grew wider. "Hold on to me, baby. If you're scared, just close your eyes and don't look."
Nanxi knew that he was getting angry again. Her thighs were already sore and painful. She had been tormented by her son since early morning and had not recovered at all. Now she was scared by him again. She pinched the flesh around his waist nervously, crying with a thick voice.
"No...husband...I'm scared...please don't go crazy...wuwuwu..."
The fierce gust of wind swallowed up her last sob.
The small motorcycle sped through the traffic, leaving the little boy's screams and the woman's trembling cries behind.
The Labrador of an old man walking his dog on the street was frightened by the whistling afterimage and suddenly ran a few steps, almost pulling the old man down. The man controlled the barking dog, then turned around and cursed in the local dialect, but unfortunately the "culprit" had disappeared without a trace.
A road-rage youth who was overtaken by a motorcycle was not convinced. He cursed and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. After catching up with the speeding motorcycle, he raised his middle finger at the man in black and spoke in the local dialect, but you could tell that he was cursing.
The evil dragon who survives by blood in the jungles of northern Myanmar, although he holds a high position, his violent temperament has not subsided but increased, not to mention that this grandson is provoking him in front of his wife and children.
"Son, hold on to the front of the car."
Baru gave an instruction, then drew his saber from his waist. The two cars were moving at the same speed. The man was confident. He controlled the direction with one hand and exerted force with the other hand. A cold white sharp light cut through the air, and then a scream shattered in the wind.
The car next to them suddenly lost control. The man whose arm was pierced by the saber tried his best to brake the car so that it would not break the guardrail and fall into the sea.
This scene on the road was so magical and exciting that the drivers behind who witnessed the man's powerful methods didn't even dare to overtake him. They consciously stepped back more than ten meters and followed the motorcycle until it stopped at the entrance of the amusement park.
The evil man parked the car at the motorcycle parking shed at the door. He ignored his son who had jumped out of the car with excitement. He turned around and carried his wife, whose legs were weak, down. He put on his sunglasses with ear hooks on the back of his head, lowered his head with a playful smile, and wanted to wipe the tears of his frightened wife.
"Go away, don't touch me." Nanxi angrily opened his hand. The feeling of losing control just now was still so clear that her legs felt weak.
"Why are you so timid? You're such a shrew." The man forcefully hugged his wife into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and stroked her long hair soothingly with his big hands. "Your husband is here, what are you afraid of? I can still throw you and your mother away."
"But it's too dangerous. You were riding a motorcycle recklessly on the street. I was scared to death. How could you be such a scoundrel..."
If Nanxi had kept her eyes open the whole time and witnessed her husband's arrogant behavior of stabbing people with a saber through the half-open car window, she probably wouldn't just complain a few words. She would probably be so angry at her bastard husband that she turned her head and left.
Ba Lu winked at his son, and Ba Chuang understood what he meant and ran over to hold his mother's hand.
"Mom, please don't be mad at Dad. I like it when Dad takes us for fun on his motorcycle. It's much cooler than my uncle's sports car. Let's go in. Dad promised to take me on the roller coaster."
Nanxi glared at her husband, then quietly pricked his arm again before following her son inside, saying, "Let's buy tickets."
No one could have imagined that a general at the pinnacle of power in Myanmar's military government would now be queuing up to buy tickets for his wife and children at the entrance of a half-dilapidated amusement park in an unknown seaport town.
There were a few people in front. Xiao Longzai pulled his mother to buy ice cream from a roadside stall. Balu kept his eyes on his wife and children. He took out his mobile phone and called Zhan Peng while waiting in line.
"Hey, it's so early in the morning, will you die if I let me sleep a little longer? Are you fucking incapable? You've been holding it in for three years, and now you wake up to make trouble? I don't have anywhere to buy medicine for you." The good brother woke up in a very bad mood, his voice hoarse from before he even opened his eyes.
"Keep those medicines for yourself. I'm a better doctor than you." Baru was impatient to argue with his good brother and got straight to the point. "I just stabbed a mad dog on the road. Go to the local police station and deal with it. Don't let this matter spoil my son's fun."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and hung up the phone, completely ignoring the reaction of his good brother on the other end.
The line had already reached him. The man raised his hand to take out his wallet to pay, and suddenly raised his eyes. The ticket seller opposite, who had secretly glanced at him several times, lowered his head with red ears, and asked him nervously how many tickets he wanted.
The man said calmly, "Two adults and one child."
"Dad, let me give you a lick." The little dragon cub handed the ice cream he bought from a roadside stall to his father.
A smile spread across Balu's face, making his handsome features even more handsome. The extremely aggressive aura and the gentle fatherly love blended together miraculously in him, and the whole person seemed to be filtered.
The slender woman beside him, whose real face could not be seen at all, looked at her husband through sunglasses. Although they had been in love for many years, the feeling called heartbeat once again filled her heart.
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