Chapter 875

Even if he wanted to go, he had to be very careful—Bai Lang really didn't want to capsize in the gutter. But fortunately, there were signs on these highways. If he looked at the place name and orientation from a distance and checked it with the map, he could still confirm his location.

Bai Lang very carefully used the night to approach the highway. Looking at the signs reflecting light at night, he finally confirmed his location. "I didn't expect that I had already arrived in Yunnan. This month or so was not in vain. It seems that I didn't take the wrong road." It was originally like this. If someone had his martial arts and relied on a compass to walk a straight line, he could also do this step.

Looking at the map, if he continued to go south for only a hundred kilometers, Bai Lang could try to cross the border—the foreign country he faced was undoubtedly Myanmar. This country, which had the longest border with Yunnan, was not very peaceful in general—it was completely incomparable with China, and conflicts between the Burmese government and border warlords often occurred. And those warlord places bordering China even had all kinds of illegal activities.

Many places were mountain areas that were difficult for humans to walk. There was basically no so-called barbed wire border line. And due to the strict prohibition of poison, the control here was actually quite strict—mainly looking at the towns located on the traffic arteries—after all, normal people couldn't walk for a long time in the dense tropical mountain areas. So the work of cracking down on drug trafficking and smuggling only needed to be placed on a few traffic nodes—it was precisely because of this that the police didn't have the ability to completely block the border line, making it impossible for Bai Lang to sneak across the border.

Basically, experienced old criminal police already knew that this time it would definitely be run by this suspect—the probability of criminals being caught is directly proportional to time. Many cases, including missing cases, are like this. The longer the time, the golden opportunity will disappear. Bai Lang had passed more than a month since he killed those people who bought and sold people, and this person had great kung fu. It looked like he was walking on flat ground over mountains and ridges. How far could he run in this month—"I'm afraid it's possible to be anywhere in China." The old criminal police judged this, "Even if he wants to run out of the country, I'm afraid it's just a matter of these few days... Can't block it, we can't block the whole border line. With this person's kung fu, he can cross the border by finding any unmanned border line."

Although the nature of the case was actually very bad, because it was killing four people and wiping out a family, the poor ruffian was forgotten, but these four people were also self-inflicted in everyone's simple feelings. If a murderer like Bai Lang ran out of the country and never returned to hide his name, it seemed that there was no such great motivation to catch him back and return justice to those scum... So forget it, run if you can. At least the rescued woman said that Bai Lang was a knight who had great kindness to her.

However, at this moment, this knight was disheveled and full of beards, but his movements were still agile. He was walking on the mountain ridge. This steep mountain peak couldn't stop his footsteps—a month of walking in the mountains, this Bai Lang was already very familiar with the means of climbing mountains and crossing ridges. Coupled with the fact that his martial arts were small and his Lightness Skill could be considered integrated into his own kung fu, his ability to walk in the mountains was becoming more and more proficient. Shortly after crossing the border line, when he saw the town on the highway under the mountain in front, Bai Lang was really a little nervous—because the signs on it were all Chinese, and he thought he was still in Yunnan.

However, finally, after confirming that he had arrived in Myanmar, this guy let out a long breath—Bai Lang was also very respectful of the national law. From his heart, he had no intention of resisting the national law. If he was discovered by the police of the motherland, he really couldn't resist and could only run. Now he could completely relax. Although the stone in his heart fell to the ground, Bai Lang's figure swelled, and his whole body's joints burst with a crackling sound. This Bai Lang's whole temperament became relaxed.

Since he arrived at the place, wash himself in the water first, then put on simple clothes and find a hotel to take care of himself—it's okay, Myanmar uses RMB. Arriving at the border of Myanmar near China, Bai Lang naturally found that in places on the street that were not easy to notice, there were soldiers and armed personnel with live ammunition. This place was still fighting with the Burmese government—but it didn't prevent casinos specifically for Chinese people from opening here.

Since he was out of the country, Bai Lang felt that he should follow his predetermined thoughts. First, see if he could join professional fighting—Myanmar's place definitely wouldn't work, at least he had to go to Thailand.

However, this didn't prevent Bai Lang from trying the fighting in the casino—some casinos allowed registration for the competition, which couldn't be considered black boxing, and he could bet on himself. "Can't play big, because there is a possibility of being threatened in minutes." Bai Lang looked at those people with guns, "I haven't tried shooting yet." Bai Lang didn't want to test whether he could turn the tables bare-handed under the aim of many people—this kind of thing depends on the terrain and also the timing—anyway, it definitely wouldn't work like in the movie—in the movie, there are no ricochets and the door panel can block bullets...

The result of a small test was that Bai Lang easily moved his muscles and bones, and easily won some small money for himself. Next, he had to continue south along the Mekong River and walk to Thailand. Myanmar didn't have his wanted notice, so he could completely use the money in his hand to replenish supplies, and even buy a bicycle to ride. The banks of the Mekong River were also rainforests, and bicycles could only be used for a distance, and finally, he had to rely on walking.

In Myanmar, Bai Lang really didn't cause trouble, and crossed the border line into Thailand safely all the way. From now on, he had to improve his English level. However, those people in the Thai countryside didn't speak English either. It could only be said that this was a very troublesome thing. In the Thai countryside, the martial arts style was very strong. There were two ways for the poor people here to get ahead—either cut a knife in the lower body and spend money to have plastic surgery, or practice martial arts hard to fight in the ring. And Thailand's identity system was also rotten. Bai Lang could easily fight in the ring.

These people didn't pursue any identity, they just wanted to fight bloody and good-looking. Bai Lang only needed to control his strength and not kill people on the spot, and he could easily sweep the ring and win the prize money. Of course, because of this, he got in touch with the local betting group... Bai Lang only told these people his surname, but didn't tell them his specific identity, and the betting group was considered to have obtained professional qualifications for this boxer—anyway, he actually had a forged identity now, and there was no ID card in the Thai countryside. ===== CHAPTER 876 =====