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Chapter 739 - Chapter 739 Chapter 739 The Oddity of Siam

Chapter 739: Chapter 739: The Oddity of Siam Chapter 739: Chapter 739: The Oddity of Siam Feng Jun paid little mind to the roaring of motorbikes outside–after killing so many people, one naturally becomes bolder.

He was still searching around the house when he heard a knock on the door.

Sister Hong, who was inside the taxi and had already pushed the door open, intending to follow inside and take a look, heard the noise and quietly slipped back into the car, gently closing the door.

Feng Jun raised his hand to his face, and in an instant, adopted a new countenance, one that bore a seven to eight-point resemblance to the taxi driver if not examined closely.

After all, he had learned the Thousand Faces Technique, which is the art of changing appearance, not the art of mimicking life.

He opened the courtyard door, only to frown immediately: Holy shit, are those cops?

The visiting officer was alone, riding a unique Siam police tricycle motorbike, with two wheels at the front and one at the back.

It’s said that such motorbikes are user-friendly for riders, offering police good protection in Bangkok, where the Street Racing Gang reigns.

The officer clearly mistook him for someone else, his brow furrowed, impatiently babbling something in Thai.

Besides the phrase “Sawasdee ka,” Feng Jun didn’t understand a word of Thai, but he could feel an alarming familiarity in the officer’s arrogant tone.

Those thugs had already said that they were colluding with the police; in front of foreign tourists, they could produce drugs, and those derelict officers would assume on the spot that the tourists were carrying them.

Feng Jun didn’t understand what the other was saying, but just by listening to his tone, he didn’t hesitate to raise his hand and knock the officer unconscious with a punch.

Then he grabbed him and threw him violently into the courtyard.

He had a good grasp of his own strength; this blow would leave the other party either dead or severely disabled.

Siam police were mostly armed with guns and this officer was no exception; however, Feng Jun did not take his service weapon–police firearms often have traceable data, making them inconvenient to use once back in Huaxia.

Because a cop had shown up, he didn’t dare to linger any longer. He found three more boxes of ammunition in the little house: one was 9mm bullets for a Glock pistol, and the remaining two were NATO rounds, 5.56mm for an M16 rifle.

The three guns he had confiscated included a Glock, an M16, and the third… that was a broken gun, just for show.

Then he drove off in the taxi, taking Sister Hong and Feng Jing with him into the distance.

Arriving in the suburbs at a certain point, seeing no one around, he stopped the car, stashed the taxi away, and brought out a motorbike. Smiling, he said, “Looks like this Siam taxi will have to run in Huaxia from now on.”

It wouldn’t be possible to operate it domestically, but the taxi had to be taken away.

Sister Hong had witnessed Feng Jun commit murder today, and initially, it was quite bloody.

To be honest, she was so frightened at first that she almost wet herself–such scenes were virtually non-existent in Huaxia.

But as time went on, her excitement grew. Sister Hong had a societal dream since she was young, probably of the sort that involved “commanding dragons with a treasured blade, and wielding power over all under heaven.” The more societal the scene, the more excited she would become.

Now, no longer of a delusional age and aware that she probably couldn’t “command respect from all under heaven,” the idea that her man was a treasured blade invincible in slaughter was enough to fill her with pride.

So, along the way, she let Feng Jun drive fast and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Hubby, you were so awesome today. Tonight, I’m going to your room…”

“Easy there!” Feng Jing couldn’t take it anymore. She was sitting in the middle of the motorbike, sandwiched between the two, “You just saw a bloody mess and you can think about that sort of thing?”

When Sister Hong got into character, she had no taboos, “I just think so because my hubby is awesome; it’s quite the turn-on… Don’t believe me? Touch me, I’m all wet now.”

“Keep dreaming,” Feng Jing shouted, “Tonight, he’s mine. I was frightened and need to find a warm and peaceful embrace to sleep soundly… I’m even wetter than you, I’ve peed all the way into my shoes!”

That was the nice thing about Teacher Mei; although she wore a mask in her daily life, she was incredibly genuine with her own people and didn’t put on an act–even confessing to something as embarrassing as wetting herself.

Sister Hong teased her seriously, “Then you better take a shower first when you get back, that’s the proper thing to do.”

“I’ll take my shower at Feng Jun’s place,” Feng Jing replied, not about to be polite with this female hooligan, “After the shower, it’ll be just perfect to sleep holding him, while you should just honestly keep your sister company.”

The three bickered all the way until they reached the vicinity of downtown Bangkok.

By then, it was nearing ten o’clock. Although some places were still congested, the roads had become much clearer.

Feng Jun again found a place to stop the vehicle, handily stowed it away, flagged down a taxi, and returned to their lodgings.

The charm of that evening goes without saying, and Feng Jun had completed his task in Siam. Next up was booking a flight back to his homeland.

In Bangkok, the killings he committed didn’t count for much in such a vast international metropolis. What’s the big deal with a dozen or so people dead?

Especially since most of them had previous criminal records: thieves, hoodlums, drug addicts, smugglers. They were the sort who could be dead for a year or two without their families even knowing.

Moreover, only two corpses were left at the scene. The others, though having left blood and such, had no bodies recovered and could only be considered missing. An internal gang fight might even be suspected.

The only inappropriate part was that a police officer had died–Feng Jun had been a bit too heavy-handed.

Regardless, none of this affected their boarding. While waiting at the airport, Feng Jun mentioned his trip to Siam and couldn’t help but sincerely lament, “Everything here is nice, it’s just not very friendly to Huaxia citizens.”

“Isn’t that good enough?” Although Feng Jing had experienced the incident the night before, as a travel expert, she took such mishaps in stride, “You can directly use UnionPay in the malls to withdraw Thai Baht… There are so many WeChat QR codes to scan.”

It was Sister Hong who shook her head at this, “Just look at the cars on the streets, you’ll know they’re friendlier towards Ni Hong people.”

She was observant, but the fact was that on the streets of Siam, over ninety-five percent of the cars were Ni Hong brands.

Feng Jing raised an eyebrow, “I think Ni Hong has car assembly plants in Siam.”

Feng Jun shook his head. As someone with a humanities background, he knew his history well, “Siam is a strange country. During WWII, they actually saw Ni Hong as liberators, believing they were freed from the hands of Europa powers…”

“What’s more interesting is that although they signed an alliance treaty with Ni Hong, after the end of WWII, they weren’t penalized in any way. On the contrary, they gained quite a bit. Their luck wasn’t just good; it was incredible.”

“Yeah,” Gu Jiahui joined the conversation at that moment, “Siam is the first and perhaps the only country in the world that allows the import of seafood from Fukushima in Ni Hong, and they even actively promote it.”

Wang Haifeng, who hadn’t been interested in joining the conversation, widened his eyes in surprise, “No way? The Fukushima with the nuclear leak?”

Gu Jiahui raised her eyebrows, “That very Fukushima, radioactive-contaminated seafood, which even Ni Hong people won’t eat. Yet the Siam government is highly encouraging its import. This isn’t just fondness; it’s downright true love.”

“At your tender age, what do you know about ‘true love’?” Yang Yuxin cast a discontented glance her way. Having lived with her daughter recently, she was aware of such news and wasn’t surprised, but she did take issue with her daughter’s choice of words.

Helplessly, Gu Jiahui rolled her eyes, “Mom, it’s just internet slang; you’re really getting more out of touch as you age.”

As she spoke, however, she glanced at Feng Jun, whether intentionally or not.

Madame Wang was alarmed when she heard this and cursed out loud, “F*ck, that’s just too unethical… do those Fukushima seafood products have labels?”

Seeing everyone’s shocked faces looking at her, she gave a sheepish smile, “Well… I’ve been thinking about trying for a baby with Hai Feng.”

She and her husband had not been on a trip this long for a while, which was a rare occurrence since they got married.

Lately, Hai Feng had been taken with cultivation lessons. Although he no longer frequented places of vice, he didn’t touch her much and even rarely came home most of the time.

Madame Wang felt it was excellent for her husband to be more focused, and following Feng Jun for cultivation was a rare opportunity. But she was not content with living like a widow.

This time, she was traveling with the group for a more extended period and just happened to be ovulating, so she wanted to have a child.

When she heard that Fukushima seafood products were being sold in Siam, she had countless curses she wanted to shout.

Gu Jiahui shook her head in response, “There are no labels. The Siam government has emphasized that they absolutely must not be marked clearly, fearing that otherwise, no one would buy them.”

“God damn them,” Wang Haifeng was infuriated, “How come nobody has overthrown that goddamn government?”

“It’s alright,” Feng Jing gave him a glance and spoke indifferently.

She wasn’t boasting in vain for her title as a travel expert. She knew the relevant safety measures like the back of her hand, “We’ve been staying in five-star hotels, and such establishments have strict requirements about the origins of their seafood. They wouldn’t risk damaging their reputation.”

“Exactly,” Gu Jiahui laughed and nodded, a look of satisfaction on her face, “Even when we were snacking at night at the stalls on Phuket Island, I asked the vendor if the seafood was from Fukushima. They said it wasn’t and even showed me several ways to distinguish the difference.”

Wang Haifeng finally relaxed, giving her a bow of thanks, “Junior Sister, thanks is not enough for such a favor.”

As they chatted among themselves, other passengers nearby were growing restive. Someone couldn’t help but ask out loud, “Miss, how can you recognize the Fukushima seafood?”

“There are so many kinds of seafood,” Gu Jiahui glanced at the person, eager to show off, so she responded warmly, “I only learned a few ways to tell, but it’s better to have the actual thing to demonstrate. Just talking about it… it’s really hard to describe.”

After a pause, she added, “However, I can assure you that if you’re staying in a five-star hotel, the chances of encountering Fukushima seafood are very slim.”

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