Chapter 20: Are You Never Going to Let This Go?

The next morning, after filling his stomach at a roadside stall, Zhao Chen headed straight to the nearby jade rough stone trading market.

Ruili, being close to Myanmar, had a thriving jade market.

Various types of jade were piled up on the ground like cabbages by the roadside, available for buyers to sift through at will.

There were even many sliced pieces, bracelet cores, and scraps, with prices ranging from a few hundred to several million yuan.

Upon arriving at the market, Zhao Chen did not rush to choose. Instead, like last time, he wandered around, listening and watching, freeloading others’ selection techniques and experience.

After all, the supernatural ability in his left hand required hands-on experience to truly understand.

And with jade materials worth hundreds of thousands scattered about, he couldn’t possibly touch them all.

After a day of roaming, he indeed learned a lot—such as judging the source of the jade by its surface texture and the characteristics of materials from different markets.

Suddenly, Zhao Chen caught sight of two furtive figures nearby, standing not far off and whispering as they watched him.

Could they be men sent by Wen Min?

Zhao Chen put down the Moyankee jade he had been examining, then turned and walked deeper into the market.

As expected, just a few steps later, he heard footsteps quietly following behind.

He glanced sideways and saw the two men trailing about ten meters away, maintaining the same distance.

It was clear they had been tailing him, but he didn’t know whether they were Wen Min’s men or had other intentions.

To shake them off, Zhao Chen quickened his pace, heading toward another exit of the market.

A few minutes later, the two men followed him out.

One was a thin, dark-skinned man with curly hair who even made a call right in front of Zhao Chen, mumbling rapidly.

Though the distance was a bit far, Zhao Chen could still tell they were speaking Burmese.

At the same time, far away at the Longtang market, Wen Min finally received news of Zhao Chen’s movements.

She clenched her fists excitedly and said into her phone, “Well done. Later, I’ll give each of you five million kyat as a tip. If you manage to drag him into Myanmar, I’ll add another three hundred million.”

In Burmese, “white card” referred to a tip.

To find Zhao Chen, she had mobilized every contact network she could reach, placing a bounty on him.

The reward was as high as three hundred million kyat, equivalent to nine hundred thousand yuan.

Of course, she did not disclose Zhao Chen’s special abilities.

She only claimed that this Chinese man had injured her friend and fled, and must be captured alive.

For a time, everyone in the Burmese border areas, regardless of whether they were involved in the jade trade, had Zhao Chen’s photo.

Earlier, when Zhao Chen was wandering in the jade market, two Burmese men happened to be setting up a stall.

By chance, they caught a glimpse of Zhao Chen’s true face under his hat brim and immediately notified Wen Min after comparing it with the photo.

Walking openly in broad daylight, Zhao Chen was not worried that the two would dare to ambush him.

His goal was clear: the nearby police station.

No matter what those two Burmese monkeys intended, they wouldn’t dare follow him into the police station.

However, to Zhao Chen’s surprise, after hanging up the phone, the thin, curly-haired man whispered something to his companion, and then the two excitedly broke into a sprint toward him.

It was as if the man ahead was not a Chinese but a moving mountain of gold.

Zhao Chen narrowed his eyes and saw a row of white Hello shared bicycles by the roadside.

He immediately grabbed one and threw it behind him, loudly demanding, “What do you want?”

The two Burmese monkeys were startled, nimbly dodging the bike, their eyes flashing with fierce light.

The curly-haired man spoke haltingly in Chinese, “Just come with us, and we won’t make things difficult for you. Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude!”

“Do you take me for a fool? Don’t forget, this is China. You don’t have the right to act wildly here,” Zhao Chen said coldly. “Try laying a finger on me!”

Noticing passersby stopping to watch, the two Burmese monkeys decided to settle it quickly and continued their chase.

In their eyes, Zhao Chen was like a walking three hundred million; they were willing to risk everything for that money.

Seeing that the two monkeys were bold enough to act, Zhao Chen shouted to the crowd, “Everyone, please help me call the police! These two Burmese monkeys want to gut me!”

In recent years, news of kidney thefts in northern Myanmar frequently made headlines, causing people to shudder at the mention.

Seeing Burmese men brazenly grabbing a Chinese man in broad daylight, someone immediately helped dial the police.

With the help of bystanders, Zhao Chen no longer held back and clenched his fists, striking toward the thin, curly-haired man.

Since absorbing the mysterious energy within the jade, his physical condition had improved significantly.

The two Burmese monkeys, unarmed, were no match for Zhao Chen and were quickly subdued and pinned to the ground.

But what surprised Zhao Chen was that the thin, curly-haired man shamelessly played the victim, struggling beneath him and shouting, “Do you Chinese have any sense of justice? This man stole our jade. Please help us call the police and arrest him.”

Hearing such a ridiculous accusation, Zhao Chen couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t even have a pebble the size of a peanut on him, so how could he have stolen anything?

He immediately took off his jacket and threw his hat to the ground, cursing fiercely, “Stop spouting nonsense. When have I ever stolen from you? You just want to drag me to Myanmar to gut me. A lady just helped me call the police. When the cops arrive, let’s see how you explain yourselves.”

Zhao Chen had made up his mind to have these two locked up, even if only for administrative detention.

After all, he planned to do jade business long-term in the border area. If a few Burmese monkeys dared to lay hands on him so casually, how could he run his business?

Before long, a police car pulled up by the roadside.

Two officers approached and asked about the situation.

However, the two Burmese monkeys insisted that Zhao Chen had stolen their jade.

Zhao Chen had no proof to show they intended to drag him into Myanmar.

Considering their foreign nationality, the officers found it difficult to handle the case and opted to mediate, telling Zhao Chen to release them first.

Fuming, Zhao Chen shouted, “Officers, he said he wanted to drag me into Myanmar. Are you going to do anything?”

“Sorry, sir. We can only confirm a fight occurred between you two. We cannot determine if you were about to be taken to Myanmar. Please don’t act rashly. Release them first to avoid a diplomatic incident.”

Hearing the officers, Zhao Chen cursed inwardly and let go of the men’s arms, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

Although nearby shops had surveillance cameras, they could only prove the men had followed him, not what they intended.

The curly-haired man was still quarrelsome, “Officers, he stole our jade; that’s why we chased him. It wasn’t him saying he wanted to take me to Myanmar. Please tell him to return the jade and compensate us for medical expenses.”

Such absurd and tangled lies made Zhao Chen want to punch him again. He growled, “You damn monkeys, never done causing trouble, huh?”