My Five-Year Nightmare in Northern Myanmar on the Way Back from Purgatory

As fraud syndicates in northern Myanmar disintegrate one after another, and batch after batch of criminals are escorted back to the country, I can't help but think of the years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar. Born in the 1990s in a big ravine, I wanted to get ahead, but had no intention of studying. I dropped out of school to get angry with my family and secretly took 300 yuan from my mother's pocket, far away from home. After traveling for more than 10 hours, we arrived at the bustling Guangcheng of our dreams. After spending the remaining 100 yuan, I had no choice but to see an agency recruiting temporary workers on a one-day basis. I thought I would overdo it (I am too young to enter a regular company). Unexpectedly, this would become the beginning of my nightmare for the next five years... After being deceived into northern Myanmar, I was abused in various ways by a fraud group. I escaped and was caught many times. I was severely beaten and almost died many times. I regretted my life. I saw batch after batch of people who were deceived by various relatives, friends, and black agents. I continued to hone myself in different environments, and as I grew up, I began to fight back against the evil forces.