"Chen Feiyu, I heard that you lost today."
Five men dressed in camouflage uniforms stood in front of the pot, blocking the rays of the sun.
"At least I'm still alive." Chen Feiyu said while gently fanning the flame under the pot with a broken paper fan. He spoke without even looking up, "I am never going to be a drug dealer. And don't even try bringing my sister into this. If she were to find out that the money used to treat her body came from dealing drugs, she would kill herself."
Amongst the men in the camouflage uniforms, there was one who had a pin on his shoulder that signified the ranking of a Federal Lieutenant. He smiled and squatted down. He asked as he fanned away the ashes from the fire, "You've been in Luang Namtha for almost three years now, haven't you?"
Chen Feiyu did not deny and nodded. It was too easy for a general-level organization to find out about things like this.
