A weak voice came from the slope. Ye Jian, who had been hiding behind Lina, drew out the long knife and pressed it against Lina's bloodstained neck. "You've done bad things. Even if you die a hundred times, it won't be enough to vent all your victims' anger! Who am I? Don't you know best?"
The long knife slashed quickly, and the sharp blade cut across Lina's neck.
Even until her death, Lina couldn't be at peace. She didn't know who killed her.
The Burmese drug dealer, Lina, who left no clues for the Chinese narcotics police and didn't even know about her existence but caused the Chinese narcotics police to investigate her day and night for more than half a year, died silently in the vast mountains of the Golden Triangle.
Lina, who was lying in a pool of blood, was just one of the many drug dealers in the Golden Triangle. She didn't even have the right to be called a 'drug lord'. If it weren't for General Minlai, she wouldn't even have the right to know Wu Jinkun.
