Chapter 258: It's Pretty Simple
After getting in the car, the reporter who was traveling with them sat in the passenger seat and gave directions to the driver.
Jiang Wanxing leaned lazily on the back of the car seat.
In this place where money and sin flow, the environmental construction is even worse than that of the urban-rural fringe areas in China.
However, when we arrived at the place, we saw a magnificent entertainment club that looked like a palace standing among the dilapidated old buildings.
In northern Myanmar, the most magnificent-looking buildings are the various entertainment venues.
The main businesses of these entertainment venues are generally the three old things: prostitution, gambling, and drugs. In addition to those who are powerful themselves, many people who come here to consume entertainment will also be detained.
In the 1980s and 1990s, the Internet was not yet so developed.
Many wealthy people in China who have just started to rise to prominence will fail here.
It's useless even if you have money.
If you want to thrive here, besides having money, you also need to have a certain amount of military power.
Four or five commercial vehicles stopped in front of the building, and then a large group of people in various clothes came out.
Led by Jiang Wanxing.
Everyone rushed in without hesitation.
When Jiang Wanxing entered the room, he picked up a fire extinguisher from the door.
The people inside naturally knew that someone was here to cause trouble, and a group of thugs hurriedly rushed out.
"you……"
The leading man had just uttered a word when Jiang Wanxing swung a fire extinguisher at his head with one hand.
There was no blood or flesh flying, only a loud knocking sound, and the man fell straight down.
The people around were also shocked.
Because according to the normal procedure, the person who comes to cause trouble must at least curse a few words before the two sides start fighting.
Jiang Wanxing started fighting right away, and they were stunned for a moment.
However, there was no time to hesitate for a few seconds, and the two sides quickly started fighting.
The fighters Jiang Wanxing brought were all boxers who fought underground in the octagonal cage, and the fighters over there were also very strong.
Neither side used any firearms, it was purely a fight with weapons.
Jiang Wanxing snatched a galvanized square tube with an oblique cut at the front from the other person's hand, and swung it at the man with one hand.
This steel pipe itself is not as heavy as a solid iron rod, but it is very handy.
Even if an ordinary person hits the opponent with all his strength, the bones will be broken wherever he hits.
The guests passing by were all frightened.
But because the door was blocked, the guests retreated and hid in the corner.
Soon, the leader of the thugs at the entertainment venue got angry and pulled out a gun.
There was a loud "bang".
A boxer behind Jiang Wanxing was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground wailing.
Seeing that the man was about to shoot her, she hit him on the wrist with a stick without hesitation.
His wrist was broken and the pistol flew out of his hand.
Jiang Wanxing thrust the steel pipe into the chest of the thug leader.
Blood spurted out of the hollow steel pipe and sprayed all over her, and her hands were covered in sticky, warm blood.
This time, everyone was completely stunned.
Jiang Wanxing did not pull the steel pipe out of the man's body, but wiped his hand on his shoulder before the man fell.
There is one downside to fighting with such unprofessional weapons; there aren't many details.
The steel pipe with a beveled surface at the top has a stabbing effect similar to that of a three-edged bayonet. Once stabbed, it is difficult to stop the bleeding.
But after the blood flows down, the place where you hold it will become slippery and difficult to use.
The red tassel on the ancient red tassel spear was to prevent blood from flowing onto the spear barrel.
There was silence at the scene.
Jiang Wanxing raised his eyes to look at the person opposite him and asked in a cold voice: "Where are my people?"
The thugs naturally didn't know the situation and didn't dare to say anything.
Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked over.
"Miss, I'm the lobby manager here. You can tell me if you have anything to say."
Jiang Wanxing turned around and hooked his finger at the reporter.
"Come out and talk to him!"
The male reporter was also frightened. He quickly stepped forward and stammered, "It's... it's my colleagues, two male reporters, in their thirties... about this tall... both wearing glasses and wearing..."
He gave a detailed description of the appearance and clothing of the two colleagues.
The lobby manager's expression changed, but he took a deep breath, turned his head and winked at the people around him.
Soon, two men with no clothes on their upper bodies and covered in bruises were carried out by them.
The lobby manager still had a smile on his face.
"Miss, if you have something to say, you can talk it out nicely. There's really no need to resort to violence right away."
Hearing this, Jiang Wanxing laughed sarcastically.
"If you didn't want me to resort to violence, then why didn't you come and tell me about the people I detained? These days, making a little money isn't easy. I just finished talking to Huo Yaodong. Can we be understanding?"
The lobby manager's eyes twitched as he looked at the thugs lying on the ground.
But in this area, human life is worthless.
They are just a few people, and if they die, they die. It is really not worth anything.
Fortunately, Jiang Wanxing had no intention of pursuing the matter further. He took the two reporters who had been beaten half to death and left.
Back to the backyard of the underground boxing ring.
Doctors went back and forth treating the wounds of the injured.
Among the people Jiang Wanxing brought with him, the most seriously injured was the boxer who was shot in the thigh.
In an industry like theirs, people risk their lives to make money.
As long as the pension is sufficient, no one will say anything.
The reporters who were secretly investigating the two districts were actually more seriously injured than the boxer who was shot.
In a short period of time, he suffered countless whiplash, burns, and cuts on his body.
One person lost all the fingernails on his entire right hand.
Another had a barbecue skewer stuck in his face. It went in through one cheek, passed through his tongue, and came out through the other cheek.
Both of them suffered fractures of varying degrees.
When he was carried back, the rescue team and reporters here were scared.
Doctors were coming in and out of the makeshift emergency room.
The only female reporter in the team squatted on the ground and cried.
The expressions on the others' faces were also extremely heavy.
Jiang Wanxing didn't have time to change his clothes and was leaning against the wall covered in blood.
"Can I ask what they are doing there?"
As soon as she finished speaking, no one answered her.
Jiang Wanxing lowered his eyes and sneered softly.
"No one said anything?"
At this time, the male reporter who followed Jiang Wanxing to rescue people spoke.
“They said…they wanted to expose the dark side of northern Myanmar. They had hidden cameras on their clothes and wanted to…want to film a video…”
"It's a simple idea."
After hearing what he said, Jiang Wanxing tilted his head.
"What's happening in northern Myanmar these days is almost making international news, and you're still filming it? Do you think everyone else is stupid?"
The male reporter opened his mouth but no words came out.
Things have already happened, and Jiang Wanxing doesn't want to dwell on it.
"I've negotiated with the local military leader. Each person will receive 100,000 RMB. You can get a list of names and then ask their families to raise the money. I'll hand over the money and the people."
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