The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

He looked down at his hands, the hands that he had once used to create a bright future, but were now covered with traces of time and the hardships of life.

He knew that this kind of life was not a long-term solution and they had to make a choice.

Sun Dongliang was silent, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His mind flashed back to the past: the days and nights of escape, the life of fear, and the faces of those innocent victims... These images were like sharp knives, cutting his heart and making it impossible for him to escape.

"Do we... really have any choice?" Sun Dongliang murmured to himself, his voice full of bitterness and helplessness.

He understood that surrendering was a difficult road, but it was also their only chance to get out of trouble and start a new life.

The two of them just sat there quietly, and everything around them seemed to be still.

Their hearts are full of contradictions and struggles. They want to break free from the constraints of the status quo, but are afraid to face the fear of the unknown.

As time passed, a depressing and heavy atmosphere filled the air.

Finally, Sun Dongliang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes firm and resolute.

Every step Sun Dongliang took seemed to be treading on a heavy heart. His figure stretched out under the dim street lights, appearing particularly lonely and confused.

The night was as dark as ink, covering every corner of the city, but for him, the deepest darkness was the fear and struggle in his heart.

He knew that the name on the wanted warrant issued by the Xia State Police Department was like the sentence of the god of death, reminding him all the time that the sins of the past were like a sword hanging over his head, which could fall at any time.

The thought of surrendering himself circled and dissipated in his mind countless times, and every time he thought of it, he was accompanied by a strong physiological reaction - his heartbeat quickened and cold sweat broke out.

He knew very well that once he chose that path, he would be severely punished by the law. That would not only be the end of his life, but also the complete collapse of his reputation and dignity.

Sun Dongliang was once a local hero, but now he has to face such a terrible ending. How can he not feel unwilling?

However, the cruelty of reality was far beyond his imagination. The days of escape were like living in a gutter, away from the light, and every day was full of uncertainty and danger.

They hide in the corners of the slums, like ants forgotten by the world, struggling to survive, even breathing cautiously.

This kind of life has no future, no hope, only endless despair and torture.

Wu Ming, as one of the few people he could trust, witnessed all of this and felt mixed emotions.

He understood Sun Dongliang's struggle and pain, but he also knew that escape was never the solution to the problem.

He watched Sun Dongliang getting up with difficulty in the dead of night. His back revealed not only fatigue, but also helplessness and struggle against an unknown fate.

"Does it really have to be like this forever?" Wu Ming thought to himself.

I also understand that continuing this kind of life would be endless torture for both of them.

Although turning oneself in means facing legal sanctions, it can at least give an explanation to oneself and the victim, and may also bring inner relief and peace.

Wu Ming glanced at Sun Dongliang, watched him close his eyes and rest, and then walked out quietly.

Sun Dongliang's eyes suddenly opened, and complex emotions flashed in his dark pupils - anger, suspicion and unwillingness intertwined together, like a wild wolf in the dark night, ready to attack.

He quickly glanced around and confirmed that Wu Ming had left. The anger of betrayal in his heart was instantly ignited.

He stood up, and although his steps were staggering, every step revealed his determination and ruthlessness.

The thin moonlight shone through the dilapidated roof and sprinkled on the ground in patches, adding a bit of desolation and weirdness to this dark slum.

Sun Dongliang's gaze finally fell on the rusty kitchen knife beside him. It lay there quietly, as if waiting for some fate to come.

A sneer appeared on his lips, and that smile was full of mockery and unwillingness to fate. Then he strode over, grabbed the kitchen knife, and held it tightly in his hand, feeling the cold blade against his palm. An inexplicable power seemed to surge from the bottom of his heart, making him extremely excited.

He followed Wu Ming quietly, his footsteps light and silent, like a cheetah lurking in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity to hunt.

Under the cover of night, the streets of the slums looked even more desolate, with only the occasional barking of dogs in the distance breaking the dead silence.

Sun Dongliang's heartbeat quickened and his breathing became rapid, but he knew that he had to remain calm, otherwise all his efforts would fail.

Wu Ming seemed unaware of the danger behind him. As he walked, he was thinking about how to persuade Sun Dongliang. The expression on his face was sometimes solemn and sometimes relieved.

Under the moonlight, his back looked particularly lonely, as if he was also enduring some unspeakable pain.

However, in Sun Dongliang's eyes, this pain became evidence of betrayal, making the anger in his heart even more difficult to contain.

Finally, when Wu Ming reached a narrow alley and was about to turn, Sun Dongliang seized the opportunity and rushed forward. The kitchen knife in his hand drew a cold light in the air and went straight to Wu Ming's back.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze and all sounds disappeared, leaving only the two people's rapid breathing and heartbeats echoing in the night sky.

But just as the blade was about to touch Wu Ming's body, Wu Ming suddenly turned around, with a flash of surprise and sorrow in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the person he had always regarded as a brother would actually attack him.

However, his years of experience in the martial arts world allowed him to react quickly, and he dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow.

"Sun Dongliang! Are you fucking crazy?!" Wu Ming roared, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.

Seeing this, Sun Dongliang swung the kitchen knife even more frantically, and each attack was merciless, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment and fear on the knife.

He roared, and his voice echoed in the empty alley, sounding particularly terrifying and desolate.

"Traitor! I want you to pay with your life!" Sun Dongliang's eyes were bloodshot and turned red. He had completely lost his mind and only wanted to kill the person who "betrayed" him.

However, Wu Ming did not choose to fight back, but kept dodging, trying to find an opportunity to communicate with Sun Dongliang.

He knew that Sun Dongliang was no longer the brother he once was, but a beast driven mad by fear and despair.

Under the cover of night, two figures shuttled back and forth in the alley. The cold light of the kitchen knife and the bright moonlight intertwined together, forming a strange and terrifying picture.

The air around seemed to freeze, even the wind stopped blowing.

The surrounding residents had already been frightened by the sudden fight and hid in their homes, closing their doors and windows for fear of being implicated.