Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 825 Zhang Yang's Noble Righteousness (Part 1)
The three stood on the main street at the port entrance, their eyes sweeping over the bustling street scene, which was similar to when they had come here before, but they felt a different kind of emotion.

Xiao Zhao, who was arguing vehemently in the immigration office, suddenly felt a bit lucky. According to his usual thinking, he was against making a big fuss about his plans and would rather not go to northern Myanmar if he could avoid it.

Although the way he was stopped made him, a guy who had always considered himself an uncrowned king since he started working, somewhat unhappy, the outcome was still in line with his wishes.

If it weren't for his beautiful female boss standing to the side, who was sulking, photographer Xiao Zhao would have already pulled out his phone and started frantically refreshing for the latest return flight tickets.

The corners of his mouth were twitching, and he couldn't suppress them even if he wanted to; he could only try to ease the tension by saying a few words.

"Sister Yang, are we just going to give up like this?" Xiao Zhao turned to look at the port behind him, his tone a mixture of reluctance and a hint of relief.

Zhang Yang silently gazed at the bustling traffic in the distance. Although he tried his best to maintain the composure that a journalist always possessed, he was filled with mixed feelings.

She understood the difficulties faced by the immigration authorities and the high risks and uncertainties of this mission, but the unfulfilled sense of mission in her heart made it hard for her to let go.

Zhang Yang stiffened his neck and turned his head to look at the five- or six-meter-high isolation fence that was right behind the port building. It stretched on and on, with no end in sight.

It's as if one's heart is blocked by the barrier that separates the country, making it hard to breathe.

Just as that person said, the country has done everything in its power to prevent its citizens from going to northern Myanmar, so much so that even someone as dedicated to public service as her was kept out.

Perhaps he was right; all his enthusiasm was just a waste of time.

At this point, Li Xia stood by the roadside, his expression becoming increasingly casual, as if everything was under his control, or more accurately, he didn't care.

Sometimes, taking a step back is not giving up, but rather a way to move forward better.

Following Zhang Yang's gaze, Li Xia pointed to the world beyond the railing and chuckled, "Reporter Zhang, actually this is a good thing. That kid named Lin Yu isn't anyone to you. He's a complete stranger. You shouldn't go to northern Myanmar for someone you don't know. That place is really not for people like you."

After saying that, Li Xia didn't even think about a formal farewell. He turned halfway around and walked in another direction.

hiss!
Zhang Yang keenly caught the hidden message in Li Xia's words, took a few quick steps, and grabbed the other's wrist: "What about you? Are you still going?"

"Of course I have to go. My brother is still locked up over there." Li Xia didn't turn around, his tone was calm, without the slightest hint of disappointment from being refused a visa by customs.

Xiao Zhao was very surprised: "Brother Xia, didn't customs stop us? How are you going to get through? It's all on file, so they won't let you through next time."

Along the way, Li Xia had developed a good impression of this simple-minded young man who admired him. Now, he didn't hide it and turned his head to smile.

"Little Zhao, have you forgotten how your brother Xia used to make a living?"

"Fighting in underground boxing?" Xiao Zhao recalled, then suddenly jumped three feet high, excitedly saying, "Brother Xia, you used to be involved in smuggling! You used to be involved in smuggling!"

Li Xia raised his eyebrows and smiled smugly.

What is smuggling?

It refers to circumventing customs regulations to smuggle goods from one country to another for business. The type of goods sold doesn't matter; the important thing is that they have a way to illegally cross borders.

For these smugglers, crossing borders is as commonplace as eating and drinking; whether customs approves or not is not up to them.

Zhang Yang's gaze was fixed on Li Xia, and he said persistently, "Let's go together."

Li Xia chuckled and pointed to the harmonious and bustling streets of China on the other side: "It's not the same over there as here. It's chaotic, and you can lose your life if you're not careful. Tsk tsk, especially for a beautiful woman like you with a decent job. If you were to fall into trouble over there, losing your life might be a blessing in disguise."

After a pause, Li Xia narrowed his eyes and smacked his lips: "You know, I'm not exaggerating."

“No exaggeration. I’ve been there, and I’ve even been inside the so-called scam park. I know what it’s like inside.” After saying that, Zhang Yang thought of someone who had always advised her not to go, not to go, not to go. She was as nagging as an old woman, completely different from his radiant and decisive image in the eyes of ordinary people.

Don't go.

Don't go.

Don't go.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile. That person had given him a lot of advice and had made a name for himself in Dongzhou. He had also heard that he had recently made those tyrannical terrorists tremble in the south.

Who would have thought that this seemingly strong and decisive man would be such a gossip?

"Then why are you still going? Aren't you afraid? Just to save a complete stranger?" Li Xia pressed, his tone gradually becoming more rude.

The figure in Zhang Yang's mind was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, sometimes very close and large, sometimes very far and small, contradictory yet realistic.

Zhang Yang missed him, yet he also dared not think of him.

Technological advancements have brought people closer together, but for some reason, she just doesn't dare to contact them.

When they were in Dongzhou, they were both busy with work and rarely got to be together, but their time together always ended in arguments.

Does that person really not trust her?
"I don't believe it anyway," Li Xia said to himself, pulling away Zhang Yang's hand from his wrist and leaving.

After taking only a few steps, he stopped and was pulled back again.

“Since you have connections, why are you following us to the port and going through customs?” Zhang Yang’s voice was calm and direct. “Don’t tell me you’re just like those people in line, wanting to watch our farce.”

Finally, Li Xia turned around and let out a long sigh: "I admit, I just wanted to know if you really wanted to save that stranger named Lin Yu. I know the result now, and I'm happy that there are still people like you in this society. But I still can't take you with me."

"why?"

"Why? Do I need to explain that?"

Li Xia's eyes widened, he waved his right arm, pointed forcefully in the direction of northern Myanmar, and shouted: "Zhang Yang! There are thousands upon thousands of Lin Yus over there. Do you think you can rescue them all by yourself? Is that possible? Is that realistic? I see you're not young anymore. Why don't you consider the consequences of your actions? Oh, do you think this is a prince saving a princess movie? That you'll go over there and they'll all be rescued in a flash?"

"Oh, great reporter Zhang, thank you for saving my life!" Li Xia spread his arms wide with an exaggerated expression, then bowed to Zhang Yang to express his gratitude, his body bowing to a comical degree, as if he were in a stage play.

After getting up, Li Xia turned his face to the side and said coldly, "The reality is, you might go and never come back."

“I know,” Zhang Yang said slowly, his voice not loud, but unusually firm in the noisy environment.

She looked directly at the man in front of her, a man who seemed to have no faith in humanity and whose younger brother was trapped in northern Myanmar: "I know very well that the problems in northern Myanmar cannot be solved by me rescuing one or two people."

"Of course not! Let me tell you! Even if you go there now and rescue all those people, within a month, that place will be piled high with thousands upon thousands of those self-degrading piglets again!"

Li Xia couldn't hide his contempt. Although he admired the female reporter, his tone of voice and facial expression still carried disdain.

Perhaps he was trying to stop the other party in this way.

At this point, the atmosphere became tense, but Zhang Yang was the calmest person there, her gaze as firm as ever.

"Li Xia, did you think I was just going to rescue people?"

(End of this chapter)