Min Swe - Saturday

Chapter (1)

It was around 10pm and Yangon's Chinatown was awash with lights. *On the other side of Dalhousie Road, the large Chinese hotel called "Onlok" stood there, staring blankly at the bustling traffic of cars, trams, and rickshaws.

There were about 20 or 25 people in the hotel, all sitting in groups, but there was no sign of any joy or noise. Among them, one man, *Mahabandulalam Min Swe, was seen looking around with a terrifyingly stern face.

"Everyone stay still, don't move, you'll die instantly, look carefully at my face to see who I am."

The man's voice sounded fierce and menacing, but he was probably around 30 years old at most, and his appearance was not bad. He was fair-skinned, tall, and of good character. His watch, his shiny diamond ring, and his silk shirt clinging to his slender body showed that he was not from the common people.

But the difference was that the man's face, the silk shirt and silk pants he was wearing were not Burmese, but Chinese, Shan... It was thought-provoking. Under his white nose, an inconspicuous mustache was neatly arranged. "I don't have a weapon, but you might want to have one, but if you think I'm being unfair, you can shoot me with a gun, stab me with a knife, do whatever you want, I'm not afraid, I'm really not afraid," he said, and the Shan-like man approached a proud man in his 40s who was sitting alone at a table not far away. The people around him were like fire and water, and only the sound of the fan whirring around seemed louder than ever.

“You were pretty good at the club over there earlier, weren’t you? You probably won about 5,000 kyats in total. I gave you half. 2,500 kyats is not enough. Now… you refused my polite request and all the people there are surrounding me. I just scolded them and they calmed down. Come on… I don’t have time, I have other things to do.”

The man didn't look scared at all. The old man's chair was empty.

As he spoke calmly, leaning forward with one foot on the lower step, the person being asked for money began to tremble and shake, as if possessed by a spirit.

In an instant, he took out a large roll of folded bills from his bag and placed them in front of him.

He spread them out on the stone table, counting them one by one, trembling.

Everyone was quietly staring at the place, but a tall, handsome, and young man not far away seemed to be ignoring him like most people. A man without any weapons and nothing to fear could not remain silent while another person acted inappropriately towards another person, so he jumped up from his seat and walked quickly closer.

“Oh, Ko Tint Swe, you stop. Don’t move, sit there,” the Shan-like man said in a sharp, firm voice, and the young man who was called “Tint Swe” didn’t know what had happened, and soon he was sitting in a corner, as if his veins had stopped.

After a while, the man who looked like Shan took all the banknotes and said, “Okay, I won’t do it. You’re the one who’s going to die. Leave everything alone. Now, now, you’ll give me your life, okay? Give me your life.” He patted the old man on the shoulder three times, stuffed the banknotes into his inner pocket, and then walked over to the man called Ko Tint Swe.

Tint Swe came near the ghost and thought it was a ghost. The person who came pulled a chair across from him and sat down.

"Hey... bro, bring me a Jeffrey."

He turned around and looked back with a cold face.

"Your name is Ko Tint Swe, right?"

"Yes... Tint Swe. You are my friend."