Chapter 135 - 135 135 The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

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135: Chapter 135: The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing 135: Chapter 135: The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing Having distanced himself, Zhao Guang looked back, and at the end of his sight was a great torch ablaze. At this time, more people were continuously arriving, appearing to be local personnel. The place, however, wasn’t very accessible, and with the fire raging to this extent, it would be difficult to extinguish. Even if the fire could be put out, he reckoned that only charred remains would be left inside. “I hope those people can manage to escape back safely,” Zhao Guang shook his head, knowing he could only do so much. After all, they insisted on going abroad, no one could stop them; at best, he could offer a helping hand when they crossed paths. Following the map provided by those individuals, Zhao Guang delved deeper into Myanmar. “This place looks like a normal tourist area,” Zhao Guang thought to himself, genuinely surprised. Indeed, the location of the major drug dealer was within a tourist area. In this place, one could see many foreigners, yes, many were from the neighboring countries to his own. In this nation, they were the foreigners. Of course, there were also people from other countries, and he had to admit, the natural scenery here was indeed quite pleasant. But who would have thought, beneath this bustling scene lay the sinister forces of the country. Habog was not just a major pharmaceutical dealer but, most importantly, an arms dealer with many men under his command, enough to form a small warlord power if he so wished. After resting for a day, it was only on the second day that Zhao Guang proceeded to the indicated location. “Halt, this is private property,” the guard stopped Zhao Guang straight away. No one made a move to attack, and everything seemed normal on the surface. After all, this was a tourist area frequented by visitors who might wander over. In such a place, they wouldn’t allow the tourists to encounter a plethora of problems. If that were to happen, who would come to their country for tourism in the future? Ruining everyone’s business, even those behind them, couldn’t stop it. “I am here to see Habog. Someone referred me, saying he is a major drug dealer,” Zhao Guang spoke directly. The others exchanged glances, remaining silent. However, one of them had already run back. Still, they were very guarded around Zhao Guang, as he had come wearing a mask. He was wrapped up tight, making it impossible to tell what sort of person he was. Zhao Guang came to them, of course, in disguise. His Ghost Bottle was the best for this, but its duration was limited and using it just for disguise would be a waste. Therefore, Zhao Guang wrapped himself up tight and bought a mask from a street vendor. Hmm, it was a Pleasant Goat mask, which looked rather out of place here. “Please, follow me,” someone quickly escorted Zhao Guang inside. Upon entering the room, they frisked him from top to bottom to ensure he carried no weapons. However, Zhao Guang refused to take off his mask, but since the staff seemed accustomed to dealing with such situations, they did not give him a hard time. “Hello, I am Habog. I hear you’re looking to do business with me?” An older individual emerged, looking like a local. This must be Habog. Zhao Guang, hearing the man speak English, wondered if he didn’t understand Chinese. “Hello, I am Grey Wolf.” Laughter suddenly broke out nearby but stopped abruptly. Calling oneself Grey Wolf while wearing a Pleasant Goat mask was indeed amusing. Habog’s expression soured as he scanned the room; his subordinates quickly bowed their heads, none daring to look up. “Please sit. I don’t like beating around the bush, and I am not accustomed to your rules.” Zhao Guang nodded lightly, “Good, I prefer directness too. I need a significant amount of painkillers, preferably tramadol or something stronger. As long as you can assure their authenticity, we can continue doing business.” He then tossed his backpack forward, “This is a down payment.” The backpack split open, revealing gold bars with no markings. The person who had escorted Zhao Guang inside was suddenly wide-eyed; he had searched Zhao Guang earlier and had found no gold bars. How had these been brought in? Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. If gold bars could be smuggled in, so could weapons, and if the boss was in a bad mood, he would be in trouble. Even Habog was surprised; if his men had found gold bars earlier, they would have informed him. They didn’t know that Zhao Guang had indeed brought guns with him, which he had gathered at the industrial park. Several good guns and plenty of ammunition were on him. If he wanted to, he could transform into a modern-day warrior on the spot. “Excellent, gold is a solid currency, and you show sincerity. Give him the list,” Habog ordered. Someone nearby hastily handed a list to Zhao Guang, filled with various Potion names and prices, all in English, which made Zhao Guang’s head hurt. If it weren’t for his improved learning ability over his basic English from school, he wouldn’t have been able to communicate at all. But the specialized terms were still beyond him. It seemed he would need to learn more foreign languages after returning. Why did it feel like the things he needed to learn were multiplying? He didn’t want to evolve into a study geek, did he? “Just tell me directly, I don’t want to look at this stuff,” Zhao Guang told the person who had handed him the list. The man did not dare delay, and upon seeing Habog’s nod, he began to speak. “So the truly useful stuff is only these few lines,” Zhao Guang understood. This was a list of medications, but the real deal wasn’t just painkillers. Other medicines were of no use to him, at least not now. In the Otherworld, ordinary diseases were cured with Divine Arts; drugs were mostly functional types. “Just these three types; how much can you give me?” “Can you handle it all? I have plenty in stock, at least ten times the amount of these gold bars.” Zhao Guang nodded silently, “No problem.” Thankfully, he had brought enough gold; if he hadn’t, the deal would have been difficult. Using a bank card, especially a domestic one, to transact with them was out of the question. Bank transfers leave too many trails, not to mention domestic banking. “Three days, come back in three days, and I will have your goods ready.” Hearing Habog’s words, Zhao Guang smiled, “Then, in three days. Have a pleasant day.” Without paying attention to the others, Zhao Guang stood up and headed outside.

Chapter 135 - 135 135 The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

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