Chapter 18 Chapter Seventeen

How many sleepless nights have passed?One?ten?Ten thousand?Jaidi had no memory of it at all.The moon passed by in waking, the sun passed by in sleep, everything was used to count, and the numbers accumulated one by one to become the number of days he had spent, and hope was slowly fading away in the process.Neither a reconciliation nor an apology was answered.Fortune tellers make predictions, generals offer guarantees.Tomorrow will do.There must be news within three days.It was all about a woman, and that was the only consolation he could get. patience. persist in. calm. In vain. A public apology became a criticism in the newspapers.Write your own self-criticism.Admit more false allegations of overreach and corruption.The two hundred thousand baht that he could never afford to pay back.Comments and accusations on leaflets.His enemies spread hideous tales of spending ill-gotten money on prostitutes, hoarding Udex rice to protect against famine, and using his power as a tool for personal gain.The Tiger of Bangkok is no longer a hero, just another corrupt white shirt.

He was fined, all his personal property was confiscated, and his family house was burned down.His mother-in-law and two sons, who have been stripped of their surnames, were present.The old man wailed and cried, and the children watched all this distraught. According to the official judgment, he could not spend penance in the nearby monastery.He was dispatched to the forest of Pa Kritipon's hermitage.There, the ivory beetle has devastated the fertile land, and a new type of rust is still invading from the direction of Burma.He was banished to the wasteland to ponder the true meaning of life.His eyebrows were also shaved, and his entire head is now bald.If he came back alive after the penance period, he would spend his life guarding yellow card people in a temporary detention facility in the South: being the lowest white shirt, doing the lowest white shirt job.

Even so, there is still no news from Chaya. is she still aliveOr is it dead?Was it the Ministry of Trade?Or someone else?Like some mob boss irritated by Jaidy's reckless behavior?Wouldn't it be possible for people from the Ministry of Environment to do this?Wasn't Brombakadi extremely dissatisfied with Jaidi's disregard of the agreement?Is it kidnapping or premeditated murder?Had she already died trying to escape?Was she still sweating in that concrete room in the picture, in some abandoned building in the city, waiting for him to save her?Had her dead body become food for the Cheshire cat in an alley?Did her remains float in the Chao Phraya River and become a meal for the highly successful 2.3 Bodhi carp bred by the Ministry of Environment?He has nothing but endless questions.He called out to the well, but there was no answer.

He is now sitting in a meditation room in the Bawan Levithi Monastery, waiting for a message from Phak Kritipong's monastery to see if they are willing to accept him for reform and make him a new man.He wears the white robes of the newcomer.He can't wear orange.never can.He is not a real monk, but one who is punished by penance.His eyes were fixed on the rust-colored water stains on the wall, and the clumps of mold. On one wall is a painting of a Bodhi tree, under which the Buddha sat and attained enlightenment. bitter.Birth is suffering.Jaidi stared fixedly at the bodhi tree.That is another relic left by history.The Environment Ministry managed to artificially preserve a few plants that did not burst under the internal pressure of the ivory beetle's multiplication.The beetles burrow and nest in the gnarled trunk of the linden tree until it shatters, and then they fly away, find the next linden tree, and the next, and the next...

All premeditated dharmas are like dream bubbles.Even the bodhi tree cannot last forever. Jaidy touched his browbones, running his fingers over the pale half-moon area above his eyes, where eyebrows used to grow.He is still not used to this bald head.Everything is changing.He raised his head and stared at the Bodhi tree and Buddha. I am sleeping.I've been in a deep sleep and don't understand at all. But at this very moment, as he stared at the sacred bodhi tree, something changed. Nothing lasts forever.A Zen cell is like a prison cell, and this cell is part of a larger prison.He was sitting in a prison while those who had taken Chaya were living happily, drinking, whoring, and laughing.nothing is forever.This is at the heart of the Buddha's teachings.Careers, institutions, wives, trees...everything changes.Change is the only truth.

He reached out to the painting, stroking the paint that was about to peel off.Perhaps the person who painted it was from a living linden tree—if he was lucky enough to live in a time when there were living linden trees—or from a photograph.Re-copying of replicas. In another thousand years, will anyone remember that the bodhi tree ever existed?Did Niwo and Surat's great-great-grandson know that there were other ficus trees that perished along with the linden?Would they know that there used to be many, many trees, of many different kinds?Isn't there just one Gates teak and one PureCal genetically hacked banana tree, but many, many others?

We didn't react quickly enough or smart enough to save these trees.Can they understand this?Will they understand the choices we have to make? Grahamists preaching on the streets of Bangkok talking about their Bible and its stories of a savior.The story about Noah Bodhisattva.Noah Bodhisattva rescued all the animals, trees and flowers with his huge bamboo raft and helped them to cross the flood.The shards of the world piled on his raft as he sailed in search of land.But now there is no Noah Bodhisattva.Only Phra Sebubu, who felt the pain of loss but could not stop it; and the small clay Buddha statue of the Ministry of Environment, it is pure luck that Bangkok has not been flooded so far.

The image of the bodhi tree has become blurred.Jaidi's cheeks were wet with tears.Nevertheless, he still stares fixedly at the Bodhi tree and the Buddha, maintaining a meditative posture.Who would have thought those calorie oligarchs would even attack ficus?Who would have thought that the bodhi tree would also die?Farang doesn't care about anything but money.He wiped tears from his face.It is foolish to think that something will last forever.Even, maybe Buddha's teachings are perishable. He stood up and tightened the white novice robe.He bowed deeply to the peeling Buddha painting.

The moonlight was bright outside.At the gate of the monastery, rows of genetically modified pomelo trees flourished, and the green light from a few methane street lamps did not illuminate the road very clearly.To try to hold on to what has been lost -- that is folly.Everything dies.He has lost Chaya.This is change. The gate was unguarded.People thought he was submissive, that he would beg for the slightest hope of Chaya's return, that he would allow everything about himself to be defiled.He wasn't sure anyone really cared about his ultimate fate.He's already been used by them, and they've used him to beat General Pracha so badly that the whole Ministry of the Environment has been disgraced.What does it matter if he stays here or leaves?

He went out into the night streets of the City of Angels.He walked south along the less populated streets, toward the Chao Phraya River, the royal palace, and the bright city, toward the embankment that protected the city from being flooded by Frang's curse. The City Pillar Altar rose slowly in front of him, its roof glowing, the image of Buddha and various offerings were illuminated, and the smell of burning incense came over his face.It was here that His Majesty Rama XII declared that the City of Angels would not be abandoned and would not fall into the hands of Farang as Ayutthaya fell into the hands of the Burmese many centuries ago.

Amid the chanting of nine hundred and ninety-nine monks in saffron robes, His Majesty the King announced that the city would be saved.From that moment on, he appointed the Ministry of the Environment to be in charge of the city's defenses, building tall dikes and tidal pools to resist monsoon floods and typhoon surges.The City of Angels will stand. Jaidi walked on, listening to the chanting of monks—calling on the power of the gods to help Bangkok.He himself knelt on the cool marble under the altar, worshiped the supporting pillars of the city, and begged His Majesty the King, the gods, and whatever could provide strength to help him and support him in continuing his work. Work.The Pillars of the City do have power, and it once gave him faith. But now, in his white robes, he just walked over without even looking at it. All premeditated dharmas are like dream bubbles. He continued down the street, towards the densely populated area of ​​the Challorne Canal.The water in the canal rippled quietly.It was late and no one was punting in the dark canal, but ahead there were flickering candles above a curtained porch.He walked over quietly. "Kanya!" His former lieutenant turned around, seemingly startled.The expression on her face was still well concealed, but before that, Zaidi had seen her shock: this forgotten man, with no hair on his head or even eyebrows, was standing at the bottom of the steps , showing her a seemingly crazy smile.He took off the sandals on his feet, and he floated up the stairs like a ghost in a white robe.Jaidy is well aware of the impression his current image will make, and he can't help but enjoy the humor in it.He opened the screen door and slid in sideways. "I thought you had gone to the forest," Kanya said. Zaidi sat down beside her and straightened his robes.He looked out at the foul, fetid water of the canal.The branches and leaves of a mango tree cast shadows in the silvery moonlight. "It takes a lot of time to find a monastery that is willing to accept people like me. Even Pa Kritipon seems to have to think twice after knowing that I am an enemy of the Ministry of Trade." Kanya frowned. "Everyone is talking about the current advantages of the Ministry of Trade. Akarat publicly declared that he would allow Clockwork Man to import." Zaidi was stunned for a moment, "I haven't heard of this. Some Farang said it, but..." With a bitter look on Kanya's face, "'Same respect to Her Majesty, but clockwork men don't start riots.'" She dug her thumb into the mango's tough rind.The dark purple rind looks black in the shade.She peels off the skin. "Taurap is comparing the size of hoofprints with his father." Jaidi shrugged. "Everything has changed." Kanya frowned, looking sad. "Who can fight against their money? Money is their strength. When money comes surging like the sea beyond the sea wall, who still remembers their master? Who remembers their responsibility?" She paused for a moment , "We're not fighting rising seas. We're fighting money." "Money is attractive." There was a bitter expression on Kanya's face, "It's not like that for you. Before you were sent to the meditation room, you were already an ascetic monk." "Maybe that's why I can't do well as a novice." "Aren't you supposed to be in the meditation room now?" Jaidy grinned, "It's not my style there." Kanya froze for a moment, then looked at Zaidi seriously, "Aren't you ready to obey?" "I'm a warrior, not a monk." He shrugged. "It's useless to sit and meditate in a meditation room. I've confused my identities. Losing Jaya made me confused." "She'll be back, I'm sure." Jaidi gave his lieutenant a sad smile.She is full of hope and faith.It's amazing that a woman who hardly ever smiles and who looks so sad can believe that things in the world can turn for the better, and it's--especially--this one. "No, she's not coming back." "She will!" Zaidi shook his head, "Among the two of us, I always thought you were the one who doubted everything." There was a look of pain on Kanya's face, "You have done everything to show submission. You have lost all face! They must let her go!" "They won't. I think she died that day. I just think there's hope because I'm so infatuated with her." "You can't be sure she's dead. They're probably still holding her." "As you said, I've lost all face. If this is teaching me a lesson, she should be back now. The message they are trying to convey is not what we thought it was." Jaidy watched the quiet water in the canal. On the still water, "I need you to do me a favor." "I will definitely help you." "Lend me a wind-up pistol." Kanya's eyes widened, "Khun..." "Don't worry, I'll return it. I don't need you to come with me, I just need a good weapon." "I……" Jaidi grinned, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Besides, there's no need to ruin your future." "You're going to deal with the Ministry of Trade." "Akarat has to understand that the tiger's teeth haven't been pulled out yet." "You can't even be sure that the Ministry of Trade took her." "To be honest, it's not who they are?" Jaidi shrugged. "I have a lot of enemies, I know that, but in the final analysis, I have only one enemy." He smiled, "The Ministry of Trade and I are at odds. People say that I There are other enemies, I believe, stupid of me." "I will go with you." "No. You stay here and watch over Niwo and Surat for me. That's all I ask of you, Lieutenant." "Please don't do that. I'm going to beg Pracha, I'm going to..." Jaidi interrupted her.If in the past, he would have allowed her to lose face in front of him, would have allowed her apology to pour out like a waterfall in the rainy season.But now, he won't do it. "I don't expect anything else," he said, "I'm content. I'll go to the Ministry of Trade and make them pay. It's all meant to be. I couldn't have Chaya forever, and neither can she." May have me forever. But I think there are still things we can do if we take control of our lives. We all have responsibilities, Kanya, to the up and down." He shrugged. "I I've played many roles in my life. I've been a boy, a muay thai champion, a father, a white shirt." He glanced at the white robes on his body, "Even a monk." He grinned, "Don't worry Me. I still have some things to do before I throw away my life in this life to meet Chaya." He tried to make his voice strong, "I have unfinished business. Until I finish it, I don't want to will stop." Kanya looked at him, pain in his eyes, "You can't go alone." "Yes, I will take Somchai." The Ministry of Trade, which had done so much with impunity, had easily taunted him, taken his wife away, and left a hole in his heart the size of a durian. Chaya. Jaidi surveyed the building in front of him.There were lights before its gate, all of them blindingly, and he felt like a savage in the wilderness, gaping like a hill tribe medicine man at a marching cavalry of mammoths.For a while, even the sense of purpose in him began to fade. I should go see the kids, he told himself.I can go home. Yet he still lurks in the dark, staring at the lights at the mouth of the Ministry of Trade: They just burn their carbon allowances, as if the age of contraction never came, as if they didn't need a sea wall to stop the intrusion of sea water. Somewhere within this building, someone is sitting and plotting.The man watching him at the landing pad.The man spat out the betel nut and swaggered away, as if Jaidy was nothing more than a cockroach that could be crushed with one foot.The man stood with Akarat, silently watching the process of Zaidi being destroyed.The man will guide him to Chaya's burial place.That mysterious man is a key figure.He was somewhere among those glowing windows. Jaidi leaned back into the darkness.Both he and Somchai wore dark clothes, stripped of all signs and ornaments, so that they could better blend into the dark night.Somchai is very fast, and he is one of Jaidy's most capable men.He could approach his targets quickly and quietly, and he knew how to pick locks, and like Jaidy, he had an incentive to do so. Somchai was also observing the building in front of him with a serious expression.Jaidi thought he was almost as serious as Kanya.Kanya's attitude seems to be contagious to each of them, it seems to be the result of subtleties in the work.Jaidi was a little puzzled, maybe Thai people don't love to laugh like the legend says.Every time he heard the laughter of the children, it felt like a beautiful orchid blooming in the forest. "They sold themselves cheap," Somchai murmured. Jaidi nodded slightly, "I remember that the Ministry of Trade was just a sub-department under the Ministry of Agriculture before, look at it now." "You're showing off your age. The Trade Department has always been a big one." "No. It's just a small department, a joke." Jaidi waved at the new complex, with its high-tech convection cooling, pergolas and colonnades, "This is the new world, here it comes again. " As if to irritate him, two Cheshire cats jumped onto a railing and groomed themselves.Their figures flicker in and out of sight, and they don't care whether they will be noticed or not.Jaidy took aim at them with his spring pistol. "That's what the Ministry of Trade brought us. The Cheshire cat should be on their emblem." "Please don't do that." He glanced at Somchai, "It's not killing. They don't have souls." "They bleed just like any other animal." "You could say the same about ivory beetles." Somchai lowered his head and said nothing.Jaidy frowned, and holstered the wind-up pistol.Anyway, shooting them is just a waste of ammunition.Cheshire cats are endless. "I used to poison the Cheshire cat." Somchai finally said. "Here, now you're showing off your age." Somchai shrugged, "I still had family back then." "I don't know that." "Second-generation tuberculosis 118.Aa variant. Died soon." "That's what I remember. My father died because of it too. Terrible mutation." Somchai nodded, "I miss them. I hope they have a good reincarnation." "It must be like that." He shrugged. "One can always have hope. For them, I became a monk. I did penance for a year. I prayed for them and offered many things." He repeated, "One can always have hope." possible." Under Somchai's gaze, the two Cheshire cats meowed. "I've killed thousands of Cheshire cats. Thousands. I've killed half a dozen people in my life and I've never felt sorry for any of them. But I've killed thousands of Cheshire cats, and for that I've always had a bad conscience." He paused, scratching a cyanotic lesion behind his ear that had stopped expanding, "I sometimes wonder if the deaths of my family members are my retribution for killing those Cheshire cats." "Not retribution. They're not natural creatures." Somchai shrugged. "They reproduce, eat, live, and breathe." He smiled slightly. "They also purr if you pet them." Jaidi showed a look of disgust. "It's real. I've touched them. They're real, as real as you and me." "They're just empty shells with no soul inside." Somchai shrugged, "Even the most evil monsters made in Japan, I think they are alive in some way. Alian, Acha, Marley and Prim, I am a little worried that they will be reincarnated in the body of a clockwork man Go in. Not all of us are good enough to be ghosts of the shrinking age. Maybe some of us become clockwork men, working, working, working in Japanese factories, you know? Our population Much less than before, where did those souls go? Maybe to the Japanese? Maybe into the body of the clockwork man?" Somchai's words made Jaidi uneasy, but he hid his feelings well, "That's impossible." Somchai shrugged again, "Anyway, I can't hunt the Cheshire cat anymore." "Then let's hunt humans." Across the street, a door opened and a worker stepped out.Jaidy was already sprinting across the street, trying to grab the man.Their target finds their car in a row of bikes and bends down to unlock the bike.Jaidi raised the stick in his hand.The man looked up, panting in panic.Jaidi knocked him to the ground, swinging his club.The man only had time to raise a hand to resist.Jaidi pushed that arm aside and hit him on the head with a stick at close range. Somchai caught up, "For an old man, your speed is really fast." Jaidi smiled, "Grab his feet." They moved the man's body across the street and dropped it in the dark between the methane streetlights.Jaidi searched his pockets.The keys jingled.Grinning, he held up the keychain to show off his prize.He tied up the man, blindfolded him, and gagged him.A Cheshire cat approached slowly, watching all this, its body constantly changing the color of calico, shadow and stone. "Will the Cheshire cat eat him?" Somchai said. "If you care about that, you should let me kill them." Song guessed for a while, but said nothing more.Jaidi tied the man tightly. "Let's go." They hurried across the street to the door.The key easily opened the door and they entered the building. Inside is the light of the electric lamp, very bright.Jaidi had the urge to flip the light switch and plunge the entire Ministry of Trade building into darkness, but he resisted it. "It's stupid to have people working so late, burning so many carbon credits." Somchai shrugged. "That means our target may still be in the building." "If he's lucky, he might not be here." That being said, Jaidy shares Somchai's thoughts.He didn't know if he could control himself if he caught the person who killed Chaya, and he didn't know why he should control himself. They walked through many bright corridors.There were other people in the corridor, but no one doubted their presence or gave them a second look.The way they walk is authoritative, and they have an air of superiority that can command awe and obedience from others.Jaidy even gave them a nod as he passed them.Finally, he found the reference room he was looking for.Somchai and Jaidi stopped in front of the glass door.Jaidi raised his stick. "Glass." Somchai pointed out. "Do you want to try?" Somchai looked at the lock and took out a set of tools.He began to poke the keyhole, testing the lock cylinder inside.Jaidi stood by, waiting impatiently.The light in the corridor was blinding. Somchai was still fiddling with the lock. "Uh, forget it." Zaidi raised his stick, "Stay away." The glass shattered all over the place immediately.The voice echoed and disappeared in the corridor.They waited for footsteps in the distance, but they didn't come.The two quickly entered the reference room and rummaged through the filing cabinets.It took a while before Zaidy found the cabinet containing the personnel files.They sift through poor-quality photos, sifting out for people who look familiar.This process took a long time. "He knew me," Jaidi murmured. "He was staring at me." "Everyone knows you," Somchai pointed out, "don't forget you are famous." Jaidi frowned, "Did you say he went to the takeoff and landing field to receive something? Or was it just an internal inspection?" "Maybe they wanted something from Carlisle. Or maybe they wanted something from the airship that abandoned the landing and went to Lanna instead. Lots of possibilities, no?" "Look!" said Jaidy, "this is the man." "Are you sure? I think his face is narrower." "I am very sure." Somchai poked his head over from behind Jaidy, looked at the file, and couldn't help frowning, "A low-level employee, not important, not an influential person." Zaidi shook his head, "No, that's just an appearance. He has a lot of power. It can be seen from the way he looks at me, and he also attended the ceremony where I was dismissed." His face darkened, "This There was no address information on it, just 'Bangkok'." There were footsteps outside.Two men stood by the broken door, both with wind-up pistols in their hands, "Stop!" Zaidi frowned, and hid the file behind his back, "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Two security guards walked in to check the situation in the office. "Who are you?" Jaidi looked at Somchai, "Didn't you say I'm famous?" Somchai shrugged, "Not everyone enjoys watching Muay Thai." "Even so, everybody bets. I think they must have bet on me." Two security guards came over and ordered Jaidi and Somchai to kneel on the ground.They were about to do a body search when Jaidy threw an elbow and hit one of the security guards in the stomach, then slammed his knee on the head.Another security guard fired a whirling blade from his wind-up pistol, but Somchai quickly caught him in the throat.The man fell, and the pistol fell to the ground, rattling from the shattered throat. Jaidi grabs the security guard who is still alive and pulls him in front of him. "Do you know this person?" He held up the photo of the target person to the security guard.The security guard stared wide-eyed, shook his head desperately, and tried to crawl to the pistol that fell on the ground.Zaidi kicked the pistol far away, and then kicked the security guard's side with his toe, "Tell me everything about this man! He is your man, Akarat's subordinate." The guard shook his head, "No!" Zaidi kicked him in the face, blood spattering.He fell heavily beside his companion. "Tell me, or you'll be like him." Both eyes drifted to the gurgling man, who was being strangled by his own broken windpipe. "Tell me," Jaidy said. "You don't need to do that." Standing at the door was the target that Zaidi was pursuing so hard. A large group of security guards rushed in from the door.Jaidi drew his pistol, but the man on the other side had already fired a blade, cutting into the muscle of his gun arm.His pistol fell to the ground.Blood spurted out.He turned around and wanted to run to the window of the office, but the people on the other side rushed forward to grab him.They slipped and fell on the wet marble floor and all got tangled up.Jaidi heard Somchai's roar from a distance, his own arms were tied behind him, his wrists were tightly bound together by vines. "Bandage him!" ordered the man. "I don't want him to bleed to death." Zaidi looked down.Blood was gushing from his arms, and his captors were staunching the bleeding.He felt dizzy, and he couldn't be sure whether the state was caused by blood loss or a desire for revenge.They pulled him up.Somchai was also pulled to him, his eyes were closed tightly, his nose was bleeding, and even his teeth were red.On the ground behind him, two people lay motionless. The man watched them both.Jaidy looked back, refusing to look away. "Captain Jaidi, you were supposed to practice as a monk." Zaidi tried to shrug his shoulders, but was unsuccessful. "My meditation room is too dark. I think it's the same for penance here." The man smiled slightly, "We can arrange it." He nodded to his subordinates, "Take them upstairs." The security guard dragged him and Somchai out of the room and into the hallway.They came to an elevator door.This is a real electric elevator with luminous numbers and rama gold patterns on the wall.Each button has a devil's mouth painted on it, as well as a plump woman playing the Thai sanxian and Thai dulcimer.The elevator doors closed. "What's your name?" Jaidy asked the man. The man shrugged, "It doesn't matter." "You are a beast raised by Akarat." The man didn't respond. The door opened.They reached the roof.It's as tall as a fifteen-story building.The security guard pushed him and Somchai to the edge of the building. "Go forward," the man said. "Wait there. The edge of the roof, where we can see you." Threatening with wind-up pistols in their hands, they ordered him to keep going until he and Somchai came to the edge where they could see the faint glow of methane street lamps below.Zhaidi secretly measured the vertical distance in his heart. This, then, is what it's like to face death.He looked down at the abyss-like space.Far below in the street, the air awaited him. "What did you do to Chaya?" he yelled at the man. The man laughed, "Is that why you're here? Because we didn't give her back to you in time?" Jaidi suddenly had a glimmer of hope.Was his prediction wrong? "You can do anything to me. But you have to let her go." The man seemed to hesitate.Is it because of guilt in my heart?Jaidi was too far away to judge.So, is Chaya dead? "As long as you let her go, you can kill or cut her up as you like." The man remained silent. Jaidi starts to wonder if it's wise to come here.It would be reckless to come here.But he thought he had lost her.The person made no promises or gave any indication that she was alive.Did he do something stupid again? "Is she still alive?" he asked. The man smiled softly, "Not knowing whether she is dead or alive must make you suffer a lot." "Let her go." "You can't get sentimental, Jaidy. If there had been any other way in the first place..." The man shrugged. she died.Jaidi can now be absolutely sure.It's all part of a plan.He shouldn't have believed Pracha's words that it was possible to save her.He should have attacked right then and there with his entire force and taught the Ministry of Trade a real lesson.He turned to Somchai, "I'm sorry." Somchai shrugged, "You are a real tiger, that's in your nature. I knew it when I came with you." "Even so, Somchai, if we die here..." Somchai smiled slightly, "You will come back here as a Cheshire cat." Jaidy couldn't help a burst of laughter.He felt good, to be able to make this sound with such strong emotion.He found himself unable to stop.Laughter filled his body, and he seemed to be floating.Even the security guard snickered.Zaidi glanced at it by chance and found that the corner of Somchai's mouth was also grinning, which made him feel even more joyful. There were footsteps behind them, and then voices: "What a combination of humor. It's not easy for two burglars to be so happy." Jaidi could barely contain his burst of laughter.He was a little out of breath, "You must be mistaken. We work here." "I don't think so. Turn around." Jaidi turned around.Standing before him was the Minister of Trade, Akarat himself.And beside him... Zaidi's excitement disappeared like hydrogen gas leaking from the airship.The bodyguards around Akarat are members of the Black Panthers, the real royal elite.This means that the palace has given Akarat the power to mobilize the Black Panthers.Jaidi's heart went cold.No one in the Ministry of the Environment deserves this level of protection, not even General Pracha. Seeing Jaidi's shock, Akarat smiled.He looked at Jaidi and Somchai the way he looked at tilapia in the market, but Jaidi didn't mind.His eyes fixed on the nameless man behind Akarat.That seemingly humble guy.That... puzzle is finally complete. "You're not from the Ministry of Trade at all," he murmured. "You're from the palace." The man shrugged. Akarat said, "You seem a little timid now. Are you Captain Zaidi?" "Look, I said you were famous," Somchai murmured. Jaidi almost laughed again, although the situation before him troubled him deeply, "You really have the support of the palace?" Akarat shrugged. "Now the Ministry of Trade is in charge. His Highness Somdej Chao Phraya prefers an open policy." Zaidi estimated the distance between himself and the opponent.Too far, "It amazes me that a maggot like you dares to get so close to your enemy." Akarat smiled. "I won't miss this. You are a costly thorn." "So, do you want to push us down with your own hands?" Zaidi challenged, "Do you want to record my death in your karma, coward?" He nodded to the security guards around the two, "Or , you want to push the stain on your subordinates? Let them reincarnate as cockroaches, and be beaten ten thousand times to get a better reincarnation? You want them to bear the sin of cold-blooded killing, and the reason is that you want to seek profit?" The guards writhed uneasily and exchanged glances.Anger appeared on Akarat's face, "You will be the one who will be reincarnated as a cockroach." Zaidi grinned, "Then you come here. If you are still a man, push this defenseless man down and let him fall to his death." Akarat hesitated. "Are you a paper tiger?" Zaidi urged. "Come on. Come on! My eyes are getting dizzy after waiting so close to the edge." 阿卡拉特愤怒地盯着他，“你走得太远了，白衬衫。这一次你真的走得太远了。”他大步走上前来。 斋迪猛地跳起来。他抬起膝盖，撞在贸易部部长的侧肋上。保安们开始大喊大叫。斋迪再次跃起，他的动作就像当年在泰拳场上那样灵活迅捷，好像他从未离开过禄非尼体育场，从未离开过狂吼的人群和赌徒。他的膝盖踢中了贸易部部长的腿。 斋迪的关节咔咔作响，它们已经不能适应这种幅度的扭曲了。但即使双手都被捆在身后，他的膝盖依旧能够发挥出泰拳冠军的威力和效率。他再度踢出一脚。贸易部部长口中发出模糊不清的咕哝声，跌跌撞撞地朝大楼的边缘撞去。 斋迪抬起脚来，正要把阿卡拉特送下深渊，但后背突然一阵剧痛。痛楚急剧扩张，他的动作变得不连贯了。空气中弥漫着血雾。发条手枪射出的飞刃撕裂了他的身体。斋迪失去了平衡，大楼的边缘向他冲来。他瞥到黑豹组的人已经抓住了他们的主人，正把他拽向远处。 斋迪再次出腿，想再试试运气，但他听到更多飞刃在空气中旋转的声音，以及手枪中弹簧转动的声音。这意味着很快就会有更多的飞刃来撕咬他的血肉。疼痛深邃、滚烫，他撞在大楼边缘的墙上，双膝跪地。他尝试再站起来，但所有的发条手枪都重新上好了能量——许多保安一起向他射击；能量被释放时发出的高亢尖叫声充斥了他的耳朵。他没法站起来。阿卡拉特正在擦去脸上的血。颂猜在和另外两个黑豹组的人搏斗。 斋迪甚至没有感觉到那只把他推下去的手。 坠落的过程并没有他想象的那么长。