Escape from the Hell of Northern Myanmar

Real hell has official positions, charity dinners, offshore accounts, and people you thought died long ago who are still alive.

The thing I regret most in this life isn’t marrying Lin Sen, a gambling addict. It’s trusting a “good person”: Xiao Wei.

I was thrown into the cellar of the Fulai Hotel in northern Myanmar, then transferred to Wang Qiang’s compound. “Customer service” was really a telecom fraud assembly line; “disobedience” meant a water dungeon, a livestream room, and a bald man’s...

I counted dozens of mounds behind the compound. Not one had a headstone. I decided to survive, then bite through the chains in return. I pretended to switch sides and stole the “client list.” At a trade fair, I got close enough to put my hands on the throat of the man behind it all, Boss Chen. From Old Ghost, I learned how to make covert contacts, evade surveillance, and wage information warfare. Step by step, I dragged Wang Qiang and Xiao Wei into a gang war. I even used Boss Chen to burn the compound to ashes. The gunshots, the flames, the blood-soaked earth behind the compound, the lives of A Jie and his sister, and Wang Qian’s story, impossible to tell truth from lies, all became bargaining chips in my comeback. But when I escaped back to China, I discovered the nightmare’s roots weren’t in northern Myanmar. They were right at home. I thought revenge was the end. In truth, I had only lifted one corner of the “fisherman’s” chessboard…