Chapter 1

"我冤枉啊，不就是嫖了个姑娘吗？至于关我半年吗？"

Moshan sat on the cold iron chair, unwillingly shouting. He never expected that his return to the country would be so unlucky. He didn't control his urges and was caught in a police raid. For half a year, this was the first time the police had interrogated him. It seemed they had finally figured out his background.

"Golden Triangle's Moshan! Your name is well-known! What's your real name? Moshan can't be your real name, right?"

The interrogator was a plainclothes officer in his fifties, with sharp eyes like a hungry wolf spotting its prey. An interrogation expert! Moshan knew he was in deep trouble.

"Government! I haven't done anything to harm the heavens and the earth! By heaven and earth, all my goods were sold to the Japanese, not a bit to the domestic market. I am innocent!"

Although he had done evil things in the past, those were when he was young and inexperienced. For the sake of his family, he had always acted with a clear conscience. Although he was a drug lord, he had never sold a gram of drugs domestically. His only customers were the Japanese.

"Heh! You're not a bad guy among drug lords! Your reputation in the drug world is commendable, and your methods are impressive. You've amassed a fortune of billions in just over a decade and have a powerful gang under your command. But here, all those things are meaningless. Do you know why you're in this situation?"

Moshan was indeed an anomaly among drug lords, never trafficking drugs into the country. His origins were also mysterious, and despite multiple investigations, they couldn't uncover his background.

"I've killed many people, but not many in the country. Except for those who came to me for drugs, did my men kill an undercover agent?"

Thinking it over, he couldn't find any major slip-ups. He had returned to donate a Tang Dynasty golden Buddha. Could it be that something went wrong in the south, and those blind fools killed an undercover agent?

"There is that reason, but it's not the main one. Most of those people deserved it, and accidental killings aren't your fault. Why did you come back this time?"

The old plainclothes officer's eyes showed a hint of gratitude. Many of the country's top drug dealers had fallen because of Moshan, indirectly helping the anti-drug efforts. Whenever someone from the country asked for drugs, he would bury them alive. Although there was an undercover agent among them, Moshan had done a good job.

"I came to donate the golden Buddha! The Japanese couldn't have known it was me!"

Moshan was puzzled. He hadn't left any traces.

"Three hundred people! You killed so many on their turf. The government there put in a lot of effort. The name on the golden Buddha leaked, and a detective saw the list of clients. Then he thought of you, the big Buddha. The rest is obvious, right? Moshan? Heh! The person who made your ID in the border area has already confessed. You have no other name to use."

Moshan was a unique character, using such a name to move around the country. He had bad luck, getting caught in a police raid. The donation of the golden Buddha and the name Moshan led to his downfall.

The old detective felt a bit sorry for Moshan. With him in the south, fewer drugs would come into the country. He should have been allowed to continue, but the pressure from the other side was too intense. Thinking about it, he felt conflicted.

"You've done a lot of business, even branching out into other areas. Smuggling Southeast Asian redwood and jade into the country, manufacturing and selling weapons to the Japanese, and armed robbery in the Golden Triangle. You've done a lot of things that could get you executed. This time, although it benefited the country, you went too far. Over three hundred Japanese were killed, causing a huge stir in their government."

"Ah... Forget it! My body is already failing, and I won't live much longer. Not touching the drugs I sell, I broke a taboo. Government! Over the years, I've donated a lot of money to the country. In the mountains in the south, I've built dozens of schools. Can you give me a quick execution? I've had enough of prison. I'm used to a good life and can't bear the suffering anymore!"

If he hadn't had no other choice after leaving, he wouldn't have taken this path. His family was already taken care of. This time, they came to him, and he had to give the Japanese an answer. He wouldn't live much longer, so he might as well end it all.

"We know about your activities. Even without your main business, the amount you smuggled into the country is enough to execute you several times. Tell me about it! Since you can't leave, let's just chat."

The old detective sighed. Although Moshan had been involved in illegal activities, his heart was not entirely bad. With billions in assets and hundreds of millions in donations, he was trying to atone for his sins.

"Smuggling? Those redwood, gold, and jade roughs are resources! When they reach us, you don't reward us, but you execute us? That's unjust!"

Once he opened up, he spoke freely. Death was inevitable, so what was there to hide?

"Heh! You're quite sharp-tongued. Let's start with the golden Buddha. How did you kill over three hundred Japanese?"

The golden Buddha belonged to the country, and Moshan had done a good deed. The Tang Dynasty golden Buddha was a national treasure. Despite his illegal activities, he had managed to return it to the country, which was a significant achievement.

"This is a long story. Give me a cigarette! I'm craving one."

Moshan took the cigarette from the old detective, took a deep drag, and began to speak.

"The Buddha's relic in the Famen Temple's underground palace, you know about it, right? The golden Buddha was the container that carried the relic from India to the Tang Dynasty. It somehow ended up in the hands of the Japanese. I went there to do business, and the old Japanese man bragged about it. I had it checked by experts, and it was likely genuine. Could the Japanese handle something from our country? So, I gathered my men, and as soon as I left, the golden Buddha followed. I don't know how many Japanese died, but my men have become more ruthless!"

Moshan's lips trembled as he recounted the origin of the golden Buddha that led to his downfall.

"To be honest, I do admire you. But whether it's us or the Japanese, your business is harmful. This is a grave mistake!"

The old detective's eyes showed a hint of kindness. Moshan was like his son, a young man with a sense of justice, but...

"Who says it isn't! I got involved in this because of an injury. It's so harmful and impossible to quit. I used to be a mercenary, but now I'm just a skeleton. Drugs are truly destructive!"

Moshan sighed. From a strong man, he had become a frail one, all because of drugs.

"What should be done with your drug money? I don't need to tell you."

Seeing Moshan's cooperation, the old detective spoke frankly. Seizing drug money was always a challenge. He wondered what Moshan would do and if he could provide a surprise.

"No problem! But that money was earned through hard work. I can't hand it over. There are too many corrupt officials, and I don't want my hard-earned money to fall into the wrong hands. Set up a charity account! And my men, who are not good people, should be dealt with. I don't want them to ruin my reputation or start trafficking drugs into the country without me."

A dying man's words are often sincere. Although he had taken the wrong path, he had not done much to harm the country and its people.

"I can't make that decision. I need to consult with higher-ups. Write down what you need to say."

The old detective found Moshan's request reasonable.

"Use a substitute! I'm deeply addicted. I'll cooperate with all your requests, but I won't write it down. Find someone to record it, but the money must be handled as I say."

One cigarette couldn't satisfy Moshan's addiction. After saying this, he drifted off.

"Ah... Why go through all this trouble!"

The old detective stubbed out his cigarette and left, leaving behind a long sigh.

After that, with Moshan's help, a multi-country joint anti-drug operation began. The already declining Golden Triangle was hit hard again.

Moshan, burdened with his sins, died quietly on the day the anti-drug operation succeeded, his face streaked with tears.

In a museum's storage room, a two-foot-tall golden statue of Sakyamuni seemed to smile even more charmingly at that moment.

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