Chapter 301: You Don’t Play Fair
A wave of emotion stirred in his heart, and she shook her head: “No, it’s too dangerous. You stay in the house and take good care of Shi Niang—that’s the greatest help to me.”
Not to mention that bringing her along wouldn’t help but would instead become a burden, and the secrets on his body—he absolutely didn’t want others to know.
Even his women were no exception.
After speaking, without waiting for her response, he no longer hesitated, turned and leaped onto the wall with a start, his figure flashing and disappearing into the darkness outside the wall, his movements clean and swift.
Zhong Chunhong stood in place, staring at the empty wall for a long time without moving.
After a long while, she suddenly sighed, envy flashing in her eyes: “My cousin is so lucky to have found such a great hero like Master—not only is he capable, but he’s also capable.”
In the dark night, Cao Weida hugged the gray brick wall root inside Xizhimen Gate, the bluestone slab road slick from night dew, making a faint ‘sasha’ sound when stepped on.
This problem naturally couldn’t stump Cao Weida with his formidable lightness skill; he darted silently yet extremely quickly between alleys and houses.
On the main road, the footsteps of leather shoes from the puppet army and little devils’ mixed patrol team were clearly audible.
After about twenty minutes, he stopped outside a courtyard house with a wooden plaque reading ‘Wang Mansion’.
This was the residence of the traitor Wang Huaian; the house had been renovated to be three times more luxurious than the neighbors’!
Everyone knew that Wang Huaian, by working as a translator for the Japanese, openly and covertly robbed the people’s hard-earned money, stuffing it into his pocket, thus turning this rundown old house into its current state.
The courtyard wall was two men high, with broken glass embedded on top, moonlight spilling over it and gleaming coldly.
Cao Weida stepped back, then exerted force underfoot, his toes gripping the brick seams at the wall base, twisting his waist, leaping up nimbly like a nocturnal cat.
His left fingertips hooked the wall top, his hands already wearing specially prepared protection, rendering those broken glass harmless.
Using the momentum, he flipped directly into the courtyard; a height of two men was a piece of cake for him.
After landing silently in the courtyard and observing, it was now nearing one o’clock; the courtyard was eerily quiet, with only the east wing room still lit by dim yellow oil lamp light.
At that moment, a low dog bark sounded.
It was a burly wolfdog, lying in front of its kennel; hearing the noise, it saw the intruder and issued a threatening growl.
Its lantern-like eyes lit up in the darkness, about to howl loudly.
Cao Weida knew Wang Huaian kept a wolfdog, and it wasn’t new—it had been kept for over three years, with quite a reputation nearby.
Because Wang Huaian often took the dog out for walks and incited it to pounce and bite passersby and residents, the people had long harbored resentment toward him and it.
Cao Weida knew he absolutely could not let the dog bark; if it did, it would surely alarm the people in the house, which wasn’t what he wanted.
In this critical moment, a flying needle shot silently through the night, accurately nailing into the wolfdog’s head.
Without even a whimper, the wolfdog that the surrounding people deeply loathed kicked its limbs twice and collapsed on the ground, without causing any extra noise.
“One more dead dog.”
On the way to the east wing room, he casually stored the wolfdog; speaking of which, his space already held four or five dog corpses, and he couldn’t keep them there forever—he couldn’t openly eat dog meat all the time either.
Better to find time to send these dogs to Old Luo and the others; meat was meat, enough to satisfy their cravings.
After storing the dog, he crouched low and moved along the wall; passing the flower pot under the corridor, his fingertips lightly steadied the one that wasn’t placed properly and was nearly toppled by the wind.
The bedroom door was ajar, with women’s panting sounds coming from inside.
“Damn, no wonder he hasn’t slept—turns out he’s bored and making babies.”
Cao Weida curiously peered inside; live action was far more stimulating than watching films in his previous life.
Unlike the sleazy, treacherous, rat-like images of traitors in movies and TV series, Wang Huaian had an excellent appearance—thick eyebrows, big eyes, tall and straight figure, always with a gentle and elegant smile on his face.
If judging only by looks, one would absolutely think this was a refined and amiable upright man; who could know that he was not only not upright but rotten to the core, harming the people, treacherous at heart, a traitor selling out the country for glory.
“Damn, his bedroom skills are impressive.”
The mouth under the face veil curled; weren’t villains in books either sleazy-looking or poor in bed? How did this weirdo turn out like this.
After about five minutes, as their breathing grew heavier, Cao Weida quietly reached the door and gently opened it.
The door-opening noise didn’t alert them.
Wang Huaian seemed to notice something and suddenly exclaimed: “Who!”
Seeing he definitely couldn’t hide anymore, with things at this point, Cao Weida had no intention of hiding; he flashed forward close, not giving Wang Huaian a chance to react, and a short knife was already at his throat.
“Don’t move!”
The low voice carried bone-chilling cold, freezing Wang Huaian’s body and mind like an icicle.
Facing the sudden intruder, the two finally reacted, scared out of their wits; the woman tried to scream, but Cao Weida grabbed her throat, coldly saying: “Dare to scream, and I’ll kill you!”
The woman trembled in fear, her face powder seeming about to shake off; she hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, shaking her head repeatedly, eyes full of pleading.
Seeing the intruder’s attention drawn to the woman, Wang Huaian tried to resist, but the knife at his neck thrust forward sharply, the blade cutting his neck skin, a trace of fresh blood seeping out.
The pain from his neck scared Wang Huaian into trembling, limbs going soft, not daring any more movement.
Cao Weida looked at him with a half-smile, “Try moving again?”
“N-no dare”
“I’m just after money, don’t force me to take lives!” Cao Weida’s voice was low, cold light flashing in his eyes: “Dare have any crooked thoughts, and I’ll send you on your way right now!”
Tilting his head to glance at the woman, the mouth under the face veil curled; not bad, this woman was quite good-looking.
Damn, these traitors were all living well!
With one hand, he knocked the woman out and tossed her aside, then focused on Wang Huaian, “Where’s the money?”
“This lord, I-I’ll give it to you, everything, not just money—even this woman I can give you, just spare my dog life.”
“Less nonsense!” Seeing his shifty eyes, Cao Weida immediately knew this dog was plotting; he directly kneed his chest with great force, leaving Wang Huaian breathless:
“The people’s fat and oil you’ve greedily taken—where have you hidden it all!”
“I warn you, I’ve investigated your situation clearly—don’t tell me you have no money, and don’t think of playing tricks!”
“If you dare hide or deceive me, this old man will slice you alive bit by bit!”
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” Feeling the cold and pain at his neck, Wang Huaian carefully swallowed; he was a coward at heart, or he wouldn’t have willingly become a traitor.
With his life threatened and petty schemes seen through, terrified, he didn’t dare any crooked thoughts and immediately spilled everything:
“In the cellar of the west wing room, there’s an iron box; the key is under my pillow!”
His voice carried a cry, full of panicked pleading:
“This lord, I’ve told you everything; that’s all my assets—spare my dog life, the money’s all yours, I won’t dare anymore!”
Cao Weida stared into his eyes, full of greed and cowardice, without a shred of remorse for being a traitor.
People like this, alive, only wasted air and aided evil.
He slowly withdrew the short knife; Wang Huaian thought he’d escaped, just about to relax, but felt sudden force on his neck, a ‘kaba’ crack, and his neck twisted into an unnatural shape.
While still conscious, he heard this reply: “I can spare you, but Beiping’s people and the enlightened patriots resisting Japan won’t!”
“You you don’t play fair.”
These words ultimately weren’t spoken; Wang Huaian died in pain and unwillingness.
Casually storing the corpse, he glanced at the woman beside; after half a second of thought, he decisively killed her cleanly too and stored her in the space.
Not to mention she’d seen him enter, plus as the boss of a gambling house, she’d cheated countless people and raised endless money for the little devils—she’d long earned her death.
Cherish the ladies?
Sorry, that term only applies to Chinese people; for traitors selling out the country like this, did she even qualify as human?!
After restoring the room, he searched the bedroom thoroughly, storing all valuables, and found the pistol under Wang Huaian’s pillow, then turned and left the bedroom.
Just now, Wang Huaian had instinctively glanced at the pillow twice; he’d noticed early on.
The west wing cellar wasn’t hard to find; inserting the key and turning, a ‘click’, the iron box opened, filled with silver dollars, gold bars large and small, and paper money wrapped in silk—all heavy people’s fat and oil.
Cao Weida’s heart grew heavy; resolutely, he helped the people by taking custody of all this money.
“.”
When Cao Weida flipped back over the wall into his own courtyard, just reaching Du Shiniang’s door, the door of the adjacent room suddenly creaked open.
Cao Weida’s movements halted abruptly, looking toward the neighbor.
He saw Zhong Chunhong poke her head out, looking left and right, then lower her voice hoarsely from staying up: “Master, back?”
Cao Weida’s eyesight was excellent; by moonlight and the flickering light inside, he saw the bloodshot eyes and weary spirit—she’d clearly stayed up waiting for him.
Cao Weida nodded lightly, “Cousin, why haven’t you rested?”
Zhong Chunhong opened the door wider and stepped aside: “Master, come in first.”
Cao Weida didn’t think much, following her into the room.
He saw a copper basin on the room floor, a water kettle beside it, a stool next to the kettle with a towel draped on it.
Seeing him enter, Zhong Chunhong added some cold water, then uncapped the kettle and poured hot water.
Testing with her hand, feeling the temperature right, she soaked the towel and handed it to him: “Master, wipe your hands and face first; it’s cool at night, don’t catch a chill.”
The temperature had warmed now, though nights were slightly cool, but to him with top-tier physique, it was nothing.
Still, he didn’t refuse her kindness; dusty from the round trip, though not cold, a hot towel wipe felt good.
Taking the towel to wipe his face, he found Zhong Chunhong squatting to remove his shoes.
Cao Weida quickly stopped her, amused: “Hey, cousin, what are you doing?”
Zhong Chunhong didn’t answer directly, but firmly made him sit and continued removing his shoes, saying everything.
“Master, tonight… went smoothly?” She rubbed his ankles gently, her hands rough from years of labor.
“Mm.” Cao Weida hesitated, ultimately saying no more, letting her serve him.
Zhong Chunhong’s hands paused, looking up at him, eyes not fearful but with added admiration:
“Mister is a man of great deeds; just be more careful in the future.”
She said, pulling a small oiled paper bag from her bosom and handing it to him:
“This is golden sore medicine I asked someone to buy from the pharmacy; if you get hurt, use it promptly.”
Just a pack of golden sore medicine, Cao Weida naturally didn’t care much.
To put it bluntly, with his Northern Fist Grandmaster ability and top-tier physique, no one had yet injured him in close combat.
Unless surrounded by countless in open ground; otherwise, in the city, he could use lightness skill to escape any encirclement.
He naturally wouldn’t let himself fall into such danger; to injure him would require firearms.
But for gunshot wounds, this medicine wouldn’t help.
His space had over twenty thousand units of penicillin, enough to drink like water for a while.
Still, it wasn’t the item that mattered, but the intent.
He took the oiled paper bag, pocketed it, warmth surging in his heart, smiling and nodding: “Thanks, cousin.”
Being cared for felt pretty good.
“Master needn’t be polite with me; as a mere woman, this is all I can really do.”
She hesitated, wanting to say something, but ultimately just opened her mouth without speaking.
Feet washed, taking the clean boots Zhong Chunhong handed over: “It’s late; go rest quickly.”
Zhong Chunhong nodded, tidied the copper basin, watched his back enter Du Shiniang’s room, then sighed softly, lamenting heaven’s unfairness to her, mood complex as she closed the door.
