When I was seventeen, I used chemical equations to send the school bully on his way.
Forced to flee to northern Myanmar, he went from being an exiled student to a powerful figure.
They laughed at me because I only knew how to read, but they didn't know that I was reading "Toxicology" and "Explosive Chemistry".
In three years, I used textbook knowledge to fight my way through the Golden Triangle.
"Ayao, after I wash these hands, I will go to Kunming to find you."
Until the Chinese police came to the door and said: "Wu Jue, work for the country and your past can be cleared."
I closed my chemistry notebook and said, "Yes, but I want to be the king of northern Myanmar."
