Mountain Eagle rode his motorbike around in a circle...
If he wasn't certain he was in Thailand, he would've thought he had come to Myanmar Dali again.
It wasn't that he was prejudiced against Dali, but the sudden influx of people on the roadside had an air and appearance that didn't quite match that of traditional Thais.
These people showed no intention of acting for the moment; they gathered in threes and twos in the dark corners, and whenever a latecomer passed by and saw them, they would quicken their pace to leave the trouble spot.
Mountain Eagle, riding his motorbike, pulled the neck gaiter up to his nose and boldly made a show of himself in front of those people.
The equipment on him was too conspicuous; making such a blatant appearance added fuel to the already restless atmosphere.
