The pickup truck drove all the way and gradually distanced itself from the residential area.
As it traveled through the mountain road, Tang Li clung to Song Jingtian, jostled around by the bumps.
About an hour later, a vast sea of flowers appeared ahead.
Like fiery blooms, seemingly connected to the sky.
Tang Li recognized the type of flowers.
They're poppies.
Moreover, they're cultivated poppies.
Tang Li stared at the endless scarlet, goosebumps rising on her forearms, the quantity of these poppies enough to produce hundreds or even thousands of kilograms of 'meat'.
Another twenty minutes passed, and the pickup truck drove into a rainforest.
The climate in Burma is more sweltering and humid than Diannan, with wheels grinding the barren land; Tang Li sat in the car, inhaling the earthy scent of decaying plants.
Soon, the pickup slowed down.
Tang Li peered through the windshield, seeing clearly what lay ahead.
It was a village hidden deep in the forest.
