Inside the ship where Liu Chen was seated, in a certain luxurious room.
The son of a Burmese warlord, who had just disturbed Liu Chen, was drinking with displeasure, cursing in their Burmese language.
With two scantily clad women beside him, the warlord's son had already slipped his hands inside their lingerie.
"Damn, what's the background of that Easterner? If he doesn't have any backing, I'll blow his head off. You gotta help me, Judas."
Opposite the warlord's son sat a squinty-eyed young man, his eyes perpetually narrowed into slits, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
Upon hearing the warlord's son's question, Judas nodded heavily, as if waking up from a nap, wiped the drool from his mouth, and quickly said, "No problem, I'll help you."
Help you provoke him, only to get squeezed to death with one hand, Judas thought.
Taking the name of the one who betrayed Jesus among the Twelve Apostles, Judas certainly wouldn't be a churchman.
