Myanmar.
They drove across a newly constructed concrete arch bridge.
The convoy entered what used to be Tang Kai's territory.
Su Yu had expected a bumpy road but was surprised to find it very smooth. Looking through the car window, he was astonished at the wide asphalt road underneath, its base was significantly higher than the normal ground level.
Drainage ditches and very stylish solar street lamps lined both sides of the road.
The road was wide, with four lanes in each direction; it didn't feel crowded at all. Such road standard was rarely seen in other parts of Myanmar, where most of the highways were only two-laned.
Su Yu felt as if he had suddenly entered a civilized society.
He rolled down the window.
A gentle fragrance of flowers wafted in; flowers that bloomed all year round in this place where it was always like spring.
