Bamo.

It's an ancient trade center, a multi-ethnic gathering place with abundant natural scenery...

The most crucial point.

It's located in Northern Myanmar.

Although the words "Northern Myanmar" are notorious, we shouldn't generalize. Northern Myanmar is just a broad term, and such a vast place can't be hell on earth at every corner. Bamo is one of the more harmonious representative areas of Northern Myanmar, and within the whole of Myanmar, it's considered a top-ranking city, incomparable to Karuzi.

"Thud!"

The young man sleeping soundly on the wooden bed was awakened by the loud noise, strong sunlight streamed in through the kicked-open door, and the broken lock hung crookedly on the door frame, teetering on the edge. The startled young man instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

"What time do you think it is, still sleeping! Young age, only knowing how to fool around with women, going three rounds in a night, look at your dark circles, you're just short of being drained dry! If you don't know how to restrain yourself, sooner or later you'll die on a woman's belly."

Against the light, at first, the young man on the wooden bed could only see a dark figure, after his eyes adapted to the light, he quickly gave an awkward smile.

"Uncle, I had too much to drink, I told them I wanted to go back, but that madam insisted on keeping me there and even forced people onto me."

"Thud."

The visitor immediately kicked the simple wooden bed, muttering: "Wouldn't let you go? Then you mean you didn't take off your pants yourself? Dare to lie in front of me, believe it or not, I'll sell you to the boat? "

Even knowing that the other was trying to scare him, the young man on the bed still tensed up, hurriedly admitting his mistake.

"Uncle, I won't do it again."

"You damn well better understand why you're here; if you don't want to work, get the hell out!"

Such a vicious person, is he really his own uncle?

"All you think about is women, no ambition at all! The world is not short of women. As long as you have money, women are like beasts; they'll kneel on the ground and madly lick your toes!"

The young man being scolded so harshly had not an ounce of youthful vigor.

Don't forget where this is.

Dignity, face, these things are worthless.

Of course.

You could curse back, but do you want to stay alive?

The young man sat on the wooden bed, unable to lift his head under the scolding, only able to silently endure the other's spit, not daring to refute a word.

The uncle is indeed his real uncle.

But blood relations aren't unbreakable in every situation or place.

Food and sex are human nature.

At seventeen or eighteen, craving women is actually normal. In the simple room, apart from the messy newspapers on the walls, there were also posters of sexy women; skimpy bikinis even cooler than the approaching New Year's weather, with their full chests almost bursting out of the bras.

"Rip all these down!"

Seeing them only made the man more annoyed.

The young man didn't dare delay, hurried to climb up, tearing all the bikini posters from the walls in no time, ripping them to shreds.

"Uncle, I really won't dare anymore."

The young man carefully moved down from the wooden bed, bending low, looking pitiful.

"Words are useless. If I find you at that kind of place again, you'll never touch a woman in this life."

The young man's crotch tightened, quickly assuring, "Uncle, definitely not. Not even if you beat me to death!"

Only then did the man seem slightly mollified.

To say it simply.

Sex is a bone-scraping knife; overindulgence harms the body.

To say it broadly.

Even heroes have trouble resisting beautiful women; women are the biggest barrier to success.

So, in a way, the uncle's severity isn't entirely without good intention.

"I went through your age too, but I wasn't like you; if I had spent my days only knowing drinking, womanizing, gambling, and drugging, who knows where I'd have died by now."

The young man nodded repeatedly, face full of admiration, "Uncle, you've always been my idol. You're the benefactor of our entire family! Without you, how could our family have today's good life!"

Praise, sincere or not, always works.

The man's mood visibly improved, he smiled sinisterly, "You rascal."

"Uncle, you haven't eaten yet, let me get something for you."

The young man seized the moment, grabbing the opportunity to please, quickly brought over two bowls of instant noodles.

"Uncle, which bowl do you want?"

"I give you money, and you can't get something better to eat, all wasted on women."

The man took the bowl of pickled cabbage-flavored noodles, and the young man quickly helped move a chair.

Slurping a mouthful of noodles, the man didn't forget to continue, "Never forget why you're here. You may seek pleasure now, it's normal, but indulgence now means paying the price later. It's the difference between enduring hardship first for sweetness later, or sweetness first leading to hardships. Look at what you're playing with now, bar girls, anybody can sleep with them. Kid, broaden your horizons, international models, famous stars, aren't there men who sleep with them, don't you want to experience that?"

The young man knew the other was painting dreams, but couldn't control his quickening heartbeat, he sat on the edge of the wooden bed, clutching his braised beef noodles, softly muttering: "Uncle, sleeping with women of that level...must be hard, right?"

"Hard? What's hard? I've slept with one."

The young man's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

While picking at the noodles, the man said: "Although she wasn't a big star, she was a professional model, one who had walked international fashion shows. Let me tell you, those kinds of women are exciting to ride."

The young man's gaze was even more sincere, with envy: "Uncle, you're amazing."

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