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Pattaya may appear glamorous on the surface, but there are plenty of shady dealings happening behind the scenes. Where there are places for pleasure, there are bound to be drugs; this is an unchanging law. The force that offends Second Uncle is one of those in Pattaya. They have connections with foreign powers, so they entertain each other every year. This year's host is a member who recently joined; as I suspected, he is not aware of Second Uncle's background. Therefore, when he saw Second Uncle last night, although he felt a sense of familiarity and vaguely remembered seeing him in some force, he did not take it seriously.
Thus, he let me take Qin Zhenzhen away without actively making amends for his mistake.
Second Uncle and my grandfather adhere to a principle: you may not know me, and if you truly don’t know me, then there’s no fault in that because the world is too big. But if you have seen me or know me, then you cannot offend me because the world is too small.
This unreasonable principle has been accepted by many, largely due to my grandfather's infamous gun from decades ago that instilled fear in people. Second Uncle once told me that back then, my grandfather would deal with anyone who offended him by secretly taking them out with a gun. If he couldn’t kill you in one day, he wouldn’t show his face until he did. Sometimes, to ambush someone, he could hide in one place without eating or drinking for days.
Such covert killer behavior is truly terrifying. Many people want my grandfather's life, yet he has managed to survive until now; it can only be said that the outcomes of many things are unrelated to your desires. The most important factor is whom heaven favors.
Second Uncle's revenge is as fierce as a leopard. In the shortest time possible, he will make you pay the most painful price. There is no gradual approach or any pretense of courtesy before aggression.
It’s straightforward!
This force in Pattaya was wiped out within a day by Second Uncle's men. All members of the force were forcibly dispersed or merged into other forces. You might find this unbelievable, but in reality, it’s quite normal.
A mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. All forces wish to monopolize their territory. Therefore, the more unrelated individuals die, the better it is for them since their interests will grow larger.
Second Uncle merely used revenge as a pretext to provide them with a reasonable motive for action; these people certainly wouldn’t let it go. With millions of tourists coming to Pattaya each year, even if each spends just a few hundred dollars, it amounts to tens or even hundreds of billions in profit. Every additional piece they can claim makes them richer.
The leader of the destroyed force openly expressed his hatred towards Second Uncle. He does not believe he was at fault; it was merely his subordinates who made mistakes. He thinks Second Uncle’s actions against him are unreasonable. But for Second Uncle, what does hatred matter? He dares to kill even descending Ajan, so how could he fear an ordinary person?
However, for those who have already left Thailand, Second Uncle has little recourse.
Arms dealers are more terrifying than drug dealers. Moreover, the waters of the Golden Triangle are too deep; there are not only private armed groups but also covert support from national powers. Trying to stir up trouble there is far more difficult than finding a drug dealer in Cambodia.
The only thing Second Uncle can do is let the Ajan Master descend. As long as those people do not have a deep understanding of Voodoo, I believe that Azhans can teach these individuals an unforgettable lesson for life!
I have some concerns about this matter. If those people find out it was Second Uncle behind it, will they seek revenge? Second Uncle seems indifferent because he mostly stays on the mainland. What kind of place is the mainland? It's a hub for large underground forces, and it's already impressive if they can secretly obtain a few hunting rifles and small handguns.
For an ordinary person, bringing weapons to the mainland is nearly impossible. This area is a no-go zone for mercenaries and private armed groups; the state won't allow any possibility of riots. Of course, if you show up with a kitchen knife or a club to carry out a terrorist attack, that would indeed be futile.
Around Second Uncle, there is always Ajan accompanying him. Ajan has capable disciples by his side. In such circumstances, any attempt to harm Second Uncle would only be feasible through small-scale assassination.
I don't know why, but Second Uncle doesn't seem worried about assassination; it seems he has some hidden protective measures.
This grand revenge operation ended rather simply. To me, it might have been too simple. We were just sitting in the room, watching Second Uncle continuously invite people for tea, and when things didn't go his way, he would swing a club and beat someone up.
In reality, he paid a hefty price for this matter.
The forces he called upon are not to be trifled with; no one would help you without reason. The world is so realistic—without money or benefits, you can't even afford to keep a dog.
Living a life of swift vengeance is the tone of Second Uncle, which sounds carefree, but I don't like it. I haven't experienced his past events and don't want to disrupt the current tranquility. Occasional adventures are enough; there's no need for bloodshed.
A few months after this incident, Second Uncle sent me several photos on my phone. In them, I saw several decaying corpses—two were tattered and bleeding pus, while three were crawling with various poisonous insects. Their bodies were eaten through by bugs; they died horribly, just like Zhang Qichao did years ago.
Only then did I realize that the methods of the Ajan Masters had succeeded.
I asked Second Uncle if he intended to use these photos to disgust people. He seriously replied no; instead, he wanted to show me that I should never underestimate the people around me. They may seem ordinary but could potentially bring you to your demise at any moment. One's caution shouldn't only exist in danger but should also maintain reverence for the mundane.
Because danger often arises from the ordinary.
The reason I brought up this topic is that what Second Uncle said came true. I encountered danger in the mundane, and it was absurdly ironic danger.
That damned Flower Curse!
After the events in Pattaya, Hu Xiaoyi and Qin Zhenzhen had no intention of staying any longer; they were genuinely frightened by Second Uncle. They had never imagined experiencing something like a gang fight in their lives. Moreover, Qin Zhenzhen personally had a significant trauma related to Thailand.
I couldn't help but smile wryly; it seemed that everyone who came to Thailand with me ended up encountering some trouble. It appeared that I was not cut out to be a tour guide; otherwise, I would surely be tied up and burned on a cross by my tourists.
Due to his injuries, Second Uncle felt embarrassed, so he didn't go home and flew directly to the mainland. I had originally planned to spend some time with my grandfather before the summer ended. Although I was frustrated by his treatment of Chess, as long as the old man was happy, that was what mattered.
However, receiving several phone calls from clients on my phone forced me to return early.
Additionally, Miss Ming also called me to say that the little ghost's resentment had been completely resolved by the High Monk. From now on, what lay in the coffin was no longer the little ghost but the Earth Child Kumant. I congratulated her and reminded her that even with the Earth Child Kumant, there could still be side effects. Therefore, she should be mindful during worship and avoid any taboos.
Miss Ming acknowledged this and invited me to Hong Kong for a few days as a gesture of thanks. Of course, it would have been wonderful to travel with an idol. But thinking about Second Uncle being there made me hesitate. After some consideration, I politely declined Miss Ming's invitation under the pretext of having clients to attend to.
In the following days, I did not receive any more calls from Miss Ming and rarely saw her on television news. It seemed she had vanished like a fleeting flower, stunning the world before once again retreating into obscurity.
I didn't dare ask her if she was still filming or endorsing any advertisements because I was afraid of disturbing her life. For Miss Ming, perhaps tranquility was more precious than making a comeback; I hoped she understood this.
Upon returning to the mainland, I called one of my clients based on the information on my phone.
This client is worth mentioning because he has a particular trait: he is incredibly unreasonable—simply infuriatingly unreasonable! Doing business with him feels like enduring eight lifetimes of bad luck! Sometimes I wonder if Pattaya's nightlife has scattered the power of the White Olive Amulet; otherwise, how could I have encountered such a jerk?
This client’s surname is Lu, and he is an individual investor who specializes in stock trading. The reason he sought me out for an amulet was simply to make money. Due to the Financial Crisis, most investors were trapped in their positions, and countless people were eager to turn their fortunes around.
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