20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 716: Heart Attack Rage
Towards the end of the month, there was a strong wind all day long.

After the spring equinox, the southeast wind blew violently, threatening to change the color of the world; even the entire Fengtian city seemed to be trembling.

During the day, sand and stones were flying everywhere, and people on the street were leaning sideways like old oxen hoeing the fields. At night, there was even less peace, with doors and windows clattering and shop signs clanging and shaking.

The crescent moon was already showing signs of setting, and it was now at its darkest around.

At the intersection of Xita Street, the two Koreans on guard duty yawned loudly.

"Hey, what time is it?"

"It's almost two o'clock. I don't think there will be any movement tonight."

"Ayisi, it's been so many days, how long do we have to wait?"

"Those Chinese are sneaky, who knows what they are up to? I think we should just have a good fight!"

"I think they are just bluffing. They don't dare to offend the Toyo Police Department." One of them snorted twice, then turned sideways and asked, "Hey, do you have any cigarettes?"

His companions nodded, then took out a cigarette box, each of them put a cigarette in their mouths, then they took out a match, tilted their heads, cupped their hands, and lit the cigarette.

But the wind was too strong and I tried to light several matches but they wouldn't light up.

"Xiba!"

The two men cursed, then looked around along the street corner. Seeing that there was nothing unusual on the street, they quickly turned around and turned into the corner of the alley next to them. They got very close to each other, almost head to head, and began to light cigarettes again, completely unaware that there were two figures behind them, slowly approaching them.

The footsteps of the person coming were not light, but they were almost inaudible in the strong wind.

Moreover, they did not come from outside the West Tower, but from within the Goryeo District, making them even more difficult to guard against.

After a while, the smell of tobacco suddenly wafted out.

The thugs from Qingqiu Society were satisfied and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, in the next second, the two seemed to have noticed something, their whole bodies shook, and they turned their heads sharply. A cold light flashed in their pupils, and before they could even shout, their throats were pierced by two sharp blades at the same time!
The two were caught off guard and quickly spread their five fingers, pushed the assassin's cheeks, and tried to shout for help, but only "gurgling" swallowing sounds came out of their throats.

“Hiss… There’s someone, cough cough cough… There’s someone!”

"Shh-"

The fierce wind quickly swallowed up the last shout.

The two assassins slowly knocked down the Qingqiu Society's thugs, leaving them lying in a pool of blood, twitching, struggling, and giving up instinctively...

Then, one of the assassins ran to the entrance of Xita Street, quickly took off his shirt, and waved it desperately towards the distance.

Not long after, Jiang's "Xiangzi" heard the news and rushed over. He tilted his head to glance at the dark alley and asked in a low voice, "Is everything resolved?"

The assassin nodded and said, "We have dealt with the two sentries. There are still two at the gate of Qingqiu Society, but they are not a big problem. You can prepare to come over."

The man responded, "Okay, be careful!"

The assassin replied, "Same to you!"

After saying that, the two of them immediately dispersed.

The assassin returned to the entrance of the alley and called his companions to confirm that the Qingqiu Society's thugs were dead. Then he quickly squatted down, stripped off the other's coat, and hurriedly put it on himself, and dragged the two bodies deeper into the alley...

……

Outside the gate of Qingqiu Society, there was another lazy yawn.

The two brothers who were on night watch were sitting on the steps under the plaque, with their backs against the doorpost, nodding and dozing off.

The wind was still raging in the streets, knocking over something, and sounds of howling and wailing could be heard from afar.

The young man suddenly woke up, stretched his neck, glanced left and right along the street, then nudged his companion and whispered, "Hey, did you hear that?"

"Hmm?" The companion barely raised his eyelids, smacked his lips and asked, "What did you hear?"

"There seems to be movement!"

"Ayisi, I guess someone's shed was blown down by the wind!"

"Should we go over there and take a look?"

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

"I really heard some noise just now!" The young man stood up and walked down the steps, standing in the middle of the street, looking around a few times, "Really, it seems like someone is coming!"

"Shit, where is the person?" The companion followed him, cursing and asking impatiently, "Where is the person? Where is the person?"

The streets were so empty that even talking echoed, not to mention the presence of human beings.

However, the strong wind was still blowing, and occasionally there was a clanging sound.

Following the sound, I saw only a few shop signs swaying in the wind.

The companion was a little dissatisfied and complained immediately: "What the hell are you doing? You scare yourself all day long. If you continue like this, we will go crazy before the Jiang family arrives!"

The young man was a little embarrassed.

To be honest, he was also confused just now and was not sure what he heard. It seemed to be just some animal feeling.

However, while hesitating, the young man suddenly frowned, pointed behind his companion, and asked tremblingly: "Is that... our man?"

The companion turned around and saw two blurry figures walking slowly towards them not far away.

The facilities on Gaoli Street are backward and there are no street lights. At nightfall, the whole street appears dark, dim and dilapidated.

But with the help of the dim moonlight, he could barely make out the other person's clothes and appearance - he looked very much like one of the brothers from Qingqiu Society.

The two were a little confused.

Just as he was about to ask, the other party beat him to the punch.

"Hey, did you hear anything?"

The other party asked in the wind, then stopped naturally, stood where he was, and waved at the two of them.

They spoke Korean with a pure accent and fluently, which almost immediately dispelled their doubts.

The young man immediately perked up and said to his companion, "Look, I told you there was some movement just now, but you didn't believe me!"

Having said that, he quickly walked forward.

His companion followed with a droopy face, but he still stubbornly argued, "Shit, there are movements every night, but I just don't see anyone!"

Halfway through the journey, the two men opposite suddenly turned around and walked towards the nearby alley, cursing and muttering, "Ayisi, it's the same as always. We have already searched the street corner and there is no one there. They are just playing tricks on us. How about you guys?"

The wind was so strong that the voices were distorted.

The young man hurriedly asked, "Hey, do we need to go back and tell our brother?" His companion seized the opportunity and immediately scolded him, "Stupid, we haven't even investigated the situation yet, do you want to go back and get scolded?"

It cannot be said that the two of them were completely unvigilant, it can only be said that in recent days, the Koreans from Qingqiu Society had already been "tortured" to the point of exhaustion.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

No one can stay tense forever, and it is unrealistic to concentrate all day long. The continuous feint attacks have made Qingqiu Society a little numb. They can't tell which one is real and which one is fake. At the slightest sign of trouble, everyone will be on alert immediately. Not to mention hooligans, even the regular army may find it difficult to resist.

It was a misjudgment, and Song Lucheng endured it.

Song Lvcheng endured the two misjudgments.

There were endless misjudgments and shocking things over and over again. Even Song Lvcheng had to give an order: If there is any disturbance in the future, find out thoroughly first and then come back to report!
What's more, there is nothing unusual on the streets now. Even if we go back to report, what can we report?

If the Jiang family wanted to destroy Qingqiu Society, they couldn't just send a few people. Without thirty or fifty people, what could the Jiang family use to flatten Gaoli Street?

But if there really were thirty or fifty people, the noise would definitely be huge. How could Qingqiu Society be unaware of it?

Thinking of this, the two of them stopped hesitating and quickly followed their "brothers" on guard, preparing to take a few inspections around Qingqiu Society.

"Hey, why are you two walking so fast?"

"Ayisi, after we find out everything, we want to go back and take some sleep!"

The other party was still speaking Goryeo, with clear pronunciation and no faults to be found, but the distance between them became closer.

At this moment, the two people behind him suddenly froze for a moment, and hurriedly chased to the corner of the alley. They reached out and patted the shoulders of the two "brothers" in front of them, and asked in surprise: "Wait, who are you two? Aren't you the ones on guard today--"

Before they could finish their words, they saw the two "brothers" in front of them grabbed their wrists, turned around suddenly, swung their right arms, a cold light flashed from their knuckles, and chopped down!

Poor young man, before he could even see the other person's face clearly, he only saw a large bloodstain on the other person's clothes, and his throat had been cut to let the blood.

His companion had a little more experience. When his right wrist was grabbed, he immediately leaned back. Although he avoided the fatal blow, his lower lip was cut by the dagger. His mouth was full of blood. He wanted to draw his gun, but his right hand was clamped tightly by the opponent. He wanted to switch to his left hand, but it was too late.

The assassin's dagger then came towards his face again!

Gao Li Bangzi swung his right arm vigorously and turned his head to shout loudly to inform his brothers in Qingqiu Society.

Unexpectedly, after I opened my mouth, before I could shout out, I coughed for no apparent reason.

When he looked down, he saw that his armpit had been pierced by the assassin!
When he was about to shout again, he felt a sweetness in his throat and coughed up two ounces of blood!

Even if the Korean had a thousand pounds of brute force, just these two coughs would be enough to drain all his strength!

He leaned his body, knelt on one knee, and whimpered toward Qingqiu Society not far away, "Brother... cough cough cough... the Jiang family is coming..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt his shoulders and neck sink, as if Mount Paektu was pressing down on him.

Looking back, he saw the assassin behind him raising his knee to push him down, and the sharp blade in his hand went straight into his neck and throat. Suddenly, he heard a gurgling sound, and in the blink of an eye, a bloody mess appeared on the ground...

The wind was howling. The streets were not quiet to begin with, but the fight just now did not cause any commotion.

"Park Tae-hoon, is it solved?" his companion asked quietly.

"Well, this bastard is quite strong!" Park Tae-hoon raised his hand and pointed to the street corner, nodded and said, "You go to meet them, I'll go to the entrance of Qingqiu Society to check the situation!"

"It's too dangerous. Can I go with you?"

"Don't dawdle, there's no time left. If we can succeed tonight, not only can we repay Boss Jiang's favor, but it will also be good for us. Go!"

The companion responded immediately without any pretense, then quickly ran towards the street corner.

Park Tae-hoon calmed himself down, then stood up from the corpse, crouched down, tiptoed to the entrance of Qingqiu Society, and put his ear against the door.

The store was very quiet, with only faint snoring sounds coming from inside, which had to be heard carefully to be heard clearly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound of footsteps.

Park Tae-hoon's heart tightened, and he felt his whole body trembling slightly with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Fortunately, the footsteps did not go towards the door, and it was not time for the shift to end yet. A sound of running water was heard in the store, and then it returned to calm again.

Maybe someone got up to go to the bathroom, and Park Tae-hoon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, I heard a rapid rustling sound coming from the direction of the street intersection.

Park Tae-hoon stuck his head out to look, and saw several dark figures rushing towards him - Jiang family's "Xiangzi" had arrived.

There were not many people, only six or seven in total, so they did not cause much noise.

However, the figures of the crowd looked extremely strange - their arms were stretched straight and tightly pressed against their sides, their backs were straight, their chests were puffed out, and they took small and brisk steps.

When I got closer, I saw that each of them was carrying two small oil barrels.

It is called an oil barrel, but it looks more like a large oil bottle with a long spout.

When they got closer, they met Park Tae-hoon face to face, pointed at Qingqiu Society, and asked quietly, "No movement inside?"

"Hurry up and do it!" Park Tae-hoon immediately grabbed an oil barrel and asked, "Have you arranged for the backyard?"

Everyone nodded, then dispersed and slipped to the front, back, left and right of Qingqiu Society, and quietly poured the "kerosene" they brought with them onto the doors, windows, corners, and pillars. The "kerosene" flowed without making much noise.

But as the wind grew stronger, the pungent smell quickly spread.

Everyone was so busy that they gradually lost interest in being careful and just wanted to finish the task as quickly as possible. Naturally, their movements became more and more impulsive, and inevitably made some slight noises.

Someone started coughing in the store, and everyone immediately became busier.

The oil barrel was soon empty, and someone mumbled a few words in his sleep, and seemed to be about to wake up.

Finally, all the oil barrels were emptied.

It was at this time that several conversations gradually came from the store, seeming a little confused and alert.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Jiang family's "Xiangzi" and Park Tae-hoon had already finished their task, and all the assassins gathered three to five meters outside the gate of Qingqiu Society.

However, Park Tae-hoon and his companion did not stop. They almost immediately turned around and ran to the slum area on Goryeo Street to notify the residents to evacuate.

When Yang Lazi saw the two men walking away, he took out a fire starter from his pocket.

After blowing gently twice, the orange-red sparks immediately became brighter, as if they couldn't wait.

"Damn it, I have to pee on the bed tonight!"

After saying that, he threw the fire stick with his hand. It spun in the air, drew a brisk parabola, and landed steadily on the window frame beside the gate of Qingqiu Society.

The huge store was like a wick, but in an instant, it was engulfed in flames...

(End of this chapter)