Jiang Xinghai's emotions were a complicated mix of anticipation and unease.
He knew this trip would take him from Yun Province into Myanmar, a place teeming with scammers.
'Those criminals will finally pay the price.'
It was something he intended to handle on top of his hunt for Arhat.
The plane took off.
Jiang Xinghai settled into his window seat, put on an eye mask, and began to rest.
After some time, the indignant voice of a woman and the sound of a little girl crying broke the silence.
"I said no, and I meant it! Why can't you understand plain English, you little brat? Say one more word and I'll slap you!" a gaudily dressed woman snarled, glaring fiercely at the little girl beside her. Her voice was sharp and piercing.
"Please don't hit me, Ma'am... I just want to see the scenery outside... Please don't hit me..."
