Liang Jian: I have a canteen

In the dark basement, the small space was filled with a faint smell of urine.

Lingzi wiped her hands with a handkerchief out of boredom and began to organize the confession she had just extracted.

After finishing the preparations, Reiko climbed up the rope ladder.

The lights upstairs were still dim, and in order to avoid being disturbed by idlers, Han Zang had lowered the door, so there was not much light entering the teahouse.

He sat at the table by the window, unfolded the paper recording the confession, scanned it quickly, then took out a match and lit it.

When the paper was burned out, he waved his hands gently.

Then, the black and gray ashes floated away and slowly dissipated in the teahouse.

"Where are we going now?"

"Go back!" Hanzo said lightly.

"Then what should we do with the people below?" Lingzi asked.

"Handle it cleanly, pretend it's a great victory for the robbers, and then set it on fire. This will further disguise it and delay a lot of time."

"Yeah!" Lingzi nodded gently, pulled open the floor again, and prepared to deal with the scene.

"I'm leaving first, hurry up." Before Reiko went down, Hanzo's voice came from behind her.

Hearing this voice, Lingzi pouted, "You make me do this kind of dirty and tiring work again."

Hanzo ignored Reiko's complaints, stood up, took a few steps, and disappeared into the shadows.

The dark teahouse returned to silence again. About half an hour later, a huge fire started from the kitchen and quickly spread to the front hall, then grew bigger and bigger.

Water and fire are merciless, let alone when someone does it intentionally.

The teahouse was an old wooden structure, and under the nourishment of the flames it quickly turned into a huge candle. Fire and water are merciless, and the huge fire quickly spread to the houses next door.

In this way, one candle becomes two, then three.

Although the fire was very big, there were not many people to put it out.

This is probably because this area is a concession, and the people who were supposed to live here have basically been driven out by you.

The people who put out fires nowadays are basically workers working for foreigners. They don't put in enough effort and are careless even when it comes to urgent matters like putting out fires.

At this moment, Lingzi was holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand, hiding far behind the crowd of onlookers, eating melon seeds while watching the firefighting.

There were more and more people watching the fire, but there were still only a few people putting out the fire, which surprised Lingzi. She patted the aunt who was watching the fire like her and asked, "Auntie, why is there no one putting out such a big fire?"

"What's the matter? They are all foreigners' houses, so just burn them down." The aunt said in a sarcastic tone, with a look of gloating on her face.

"We can't just leave it like this. Such a big fire will soon spread outside the concession." Lingzi said with pretended concern.

"Don't worry, the fire truck will be here soon. Oh, that's a big one, it can shoot out such a thick hose. It's spectacular."

The old lady was gesticulating with her hands and saying, "Little girl, you are in for a treat this time, you can see the fire trucks putting out the fire."

"Oh~" Lingzi nodded and handed the aunt a handful of melon seeds.

The old lady took the melon seeds with a smile and said, "Let me tell you, that fire truck is huge. It put out a fire this big in no time."

"Is it that powerful?" Lingzi asked curiously.

"Of course, that fire truck was imported from Germany and cost a lot of money." The old lady cracked melon seeds and looked into the distance, "Here it comes, here it comes." (End of this chapter)