20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 791 Whistle Li Adds Another Blood Debt

After the bandits jumped through the windows and into the Jiang family mansion, they each drew their broadswords and began to smash and loot indiscriminately, fearing that if they were too slow, they would miss out on valuable items.

Unfortunately, the Jiang residence was too large, and when outsiders suddenly barged in, they couldn't find their way in and just wandered around the corridors.

Several of them followed the sound and rushed to a corner. They kicked open the door and found three or five old women hiding inside, holding kitchen knives and cowering in fear.

The kitchen was fully equipped with pots, pans, stoves, cups, plates, bowls, and chopsticks; it turned out to be the Jiang family's kitchen.

The crowd was furious, so they grabbed knives and rushed in, hacking down the cooks as if to vent their anger.

As the blade flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, leaving only one survivor. He reached out and grabbed the man's collar, demanding sharply, "Where's the money? Tell me!"

"I...I don't know either!"

The old woman wasn't truly loyal; how could a kitchen helper like her possibly know where the master hid the money? So she immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Ignoring her explanations, the robber immediately drew his dagger and plunged it into the old woman's thigh, roaring and threatening as he twirled the handle:
"I'll ask you one more time, where is the Jiang family's money? Tell me now!"

"Ah, outside, outside!"

The old woman, writhing in pain, collapsed to the ground, pointing haphazardly towards the door.

Too lazy to waste words with her, the group simply raised their broadswords and chopped them down at the old woman's face before turning back to search.

The robbers ran rampant throughout the mansion, hacking down anyone they encountered, from the maids serving tea and water to the long-term and short-term laborers cleaning the yard, leaving no survivors.

The corridor walls were instantly stained with blood, resembling a demon's lair.

In the blink of an eye, the group arrived at the living room of the Jiang residence, only to find the room magnificent and extremely luxurious. There were fashionable items such as leather sofas, radios, and phonographs, as well as decorative items such as jade carvings, porcelain, and gold and silver ornaments. Even the dial of the grandfather clock was made using the gilding technique.

Everyone knew the Jiang family was wealthy, but no one expected them to be this rich.

The crowd was dazzled and couldn't help but feel a burning jealousy.

While muttering "sin" on one side and sighing "evil" on the other, I suddenly realized that I was not smashing the kiln, but rather acting in accordance with the principles of heaven and the hearts of the people.

After a moment of stunned silence, someone cursed, "Damn it, how come he's so rich!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone else chimed in, "Fuck it, this is all our money!"

"Smashed?"

"Smash it! Act in the name of justice!"

The brothers considered themselves heroes, and because the Jiang family was wealthy, they inexplicably felt that they were righteous. When they started fighting, they became even more reckless and immediately smashed the kiln and began to rob it.

They didn't care about value or importance; as long as it was handy, they would stuff it into their pockets. If they came across something better and couldn't fit it all in, they would take out what they already had and smash it.

Larger items, which couldn't be moved, were simply destroyed.

In short, if we don't have it, then nobody else can have it either!
Seeing that the leather sofa was quite valuable, and since it was too heavy, they decided to just stab it to pieces; and seeing that the electrical box was square and couldn't be lifted, they simply overturned and smashed it.

The grandfather clock in the living room had its dial pried off and was forcibly overturned, which gives a glimpse into the chaos within the mansion.

This group of people was a motley crew; they came only for the money, and once they saw these things and belongings, they forgot everything else.

Little did they know, the fighting in the courtyard was far from over.

Fortunately, among the crowd were a few capable and clear-headed brothers who were not blinded by the wealth in front of them. After breaking into the mansion, they immediately rushed up the stairs to clear the "snakes" on the roof and then do their best to search for Jiang Lianheng.

The group of men had just reached the second-floor corridor when they suddenly heard a scream. They saw Song Ma stumbling and running towards the study.

Seeing that her clothes did not resemble those of an ordinary servant, the robbers quickly gave chase.

The leader, a man in his thirties, with raised eyebrows and carrying a broadsword, caught up with Song Ma in just a few steps. Without saying a word, he swung the sword and began to slash.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, cleaving down Song Ma's right neck, severing her veins and clavicle, causing blood to gush out incessantly.

At this moment, Song Ma felt no pain at all and still intended to escape, but just as she was about to take a step, her legs went weak and powerless.

The man with the broken eyebrow reached out from behind, grabbed Song Ma's hair, aimed at her lower back, kicked her away, and drew his broadsword. He then slashed the blade horizontally and plunged it into Song Ma's ribs, piercing her internal organs. With just two slashes, he killed the most senior servant of the Jiang family.

But then Song Ma collapsed to the ground, and blood immediately spread, slowly seeping into the bricks and stones of the mansion through the cracks in the floor.

Duanweimei drew his broadsword, shook off the blood, and turned to his men, ordering, "Go and capture Jiang Lianheng!"

The crowd responded in unison, then drew their knives and dispersed, breaking down doors in twos and threes to search for Jiang's wives and relatives. Naturally, there were many sounds of smashing and breaking things along the way.

Duanweimei wasn't idle either. He looked around and suddenly saw what appeared to be a suspended ladder leading directly to the roof at the end of the corridor. So he took out his sidearm and hurried over.

As soon as I got near the suspended stairs, a cold wind swept over me.

Duanweimei pointed the gun upwards, glanced around, and seeing no one guarding it, stealthily crept up.

The north wind howled outside, and shouts of battle rose from all sides. As soon as I poked my head out, I could no longer hear the commotion inside the mansion.

Through the snow curtain, Jiang's "Xiangzi" could be seen squatting on the roof, firing a gun to support his brothers in the courtyard. Due to the heavy snow and the emergency, and being alone, he inevitably overlooked the movements behind him.

The man with the broken eyebrow made no sound or peeked out; he simply raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger twice.

"boom!"

The first shot hit "Xiangzi" in the waist. He turned around abruptly, about to raise his gun to return fire, when the second shot rang out.

"boom!"

The second shot struck him squarely in the chest. "Xiangzi" staggered back two steps, then landed hard on his backside and fell straight off the roof. In the dim light, a muffled thud was heard, followed by a sudden chorus of shouts from the courtyard.

Only then did Duanweimei lean out, climb onto the roof, and shout at the top of his lungs towards the outside of the house, "Big brother, the rooftops are cleared!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than twenty or thirty people suddenly surged into the courtyard gate. The one in the lead was none other than Li, the sentry from the north of Fengtian City.

At this point, the overall situation in the courtyard had been largely settled.

Only Yuan Xinfa and his two brothers remained of the Jiang family, still putting up a last-ditch resistance.

At first, the Jiang family was able to hold out for a while. They stood back to back and, with their ample ammunition, were able to hold off the robbers. But no matter how plentiful the bullets were, they were still a limited supply. Once a magazine was empty, there were spare magazines. But what would happen when the spare magazines were also empty?
At such close range, whether it's the Mauser C96's breechblock or the Continental Strike rifle's magazine, you have to load each bullet one by one.

The courtyard was open and indefensible. The enemy, relying on their superior numbers, had already seized the mansion, so why would they give them time to reload?
Upon seeing the gunfire subside, Whistleman Li and his men immediately swarmed forward, firing two shots to clear a path before charging in from all directions, brandishing knives and clubs, and scattering Yuan Xinfa and his men.

As the saying goes: One person can climb a mountain to fight a tiger, and many people can go to sea to capture a dragon.

Even if Jiang's "Xiangzi" was very capable, he was still just a mortal and did not have superhuman strength. He could not withstand the attack of the pack of wolves. After a brief melee, they fell one after another.

Now only Yuan Xinfa and two others remain. Although they are still putting up a desperate resistance, they are already at their limit and can only barely protect themselves. It is difficult for them to launch any more attacks.

Just then, Whistleman Li led his men into the Jiang family courtyard.

He also recognized Yuan Xinfa, knowing that he was the Jiang family's "door god," but he never expected that this "door god" would remain guarding until now.

"okay!"

Whistle Li stopped his men, stepped forward, gestured with his chin towards Yuan Xinfa, and said, "Old Yuan, how much money is the Jiang family paying you to risk your life like this?"

Yuan Xinfa didn't speak, holding an empty gun in one hand and a broadsword in the other, staring intently at Whistleman Li.

Whistle Li chuckled and then said, "Money, you can earn it, but you also have to be alive to spend it! That's enough. We're all in the same boat. I can understand you working for Jiang Lianheng. After all, we don't have any real grudges between us. Why don't you work for me from now on? The Jiang family is finished. Haven't you heard that Commander Zhang is about to run away?"

Yuan Xinfa remained silent, seemingly prepared to die for his loyalty.

Ironically, the fall of the Jiang residence was already a fait accompli.

At this very moment, the sounds of smashing and breaking could be heard constantly coming from inside the mansion, interspersed with pitiful cries and wails.

From the day the Jiang family first established their business, all of their most senior servants and helpers were slaughtered tonight by Whistle Li.

This situation makes Yuan Xinfa and others' perseverance seem somewhat absurd and laughable.

In fact, Whistle Li and others were indeed making sarcastic remarks.

"Old Yuan, did you see that? The Jiang family's house has already been lost. What are you still pretending for?"

After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Yuan Xinfa had no way to refute, so he nodded and said, "Yes, the house has already been lost, so I can't lose face too."

He was an extremely stubborn person who never considered surrendering. Otherwise, Jiang Lianheng would not have brought him to Fengtian to guard the family home.

Seeing this, the two brothers beside him also calmed down and stopped wavering.

They understood their employer's ways and were doing their duty tonight. Even if they died, their relatives back home would be taken care of, and they would have enough to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Whistle Li frowned, seemingly somewhat displeased, and said, word by word, "Old Yuan, things don't happen more than three times. I've already asked you once, and this is the last time. The Jiang family is finished. In the future, we'll have to fight for control of Fengtian City again, and I'll be short-handed then. Are you willing to work for me?"

Yuan Xinfa shook his head and said, "You can argue your way, but I only recognize the boss as the leader."

"Damn, he's asking for it!" Whistleman Li called out, "Brothers, fuck him! Gangster Red, let's open the kiln!"

At his command, the men charged forward with their knives like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

This time, the Jiang brothers were truly at their wits' end. The two sides had just clashed, and in the blink of an eye, only Yuan Xinfa was left alone.

Old Yuan, tall and strong, used his long arms to slash wildly with his knife. Although he failed to drive away the robbers, he inadvertently drew a circle on the spot, causing Whistleman Li and the others to dare not approach easily.

Even so, without external assistance, defeat is inevitable.

Just as the fierce battle was raging, someone suddenly shouted from behind: "Old Yuan!"

Looking back, they saw the door wide open, and Yingzi was rushing towards them from the mansion.

"young married woman!"

Yuan Xinfa had just shouted when Duanweimei chased after him from inside the house, grabbed Yingzi's shoulder, and stabbed her in the abdomen with his knife.

In the chaos, Yingzi froze, and half a dark red knife tip appeared in her abdomen.

The blood dripped slowly, still warm, yet flowing very quickly, instantly creating several bloody holes in the snow.

"Old Yuan?"

Yingzi looked down at the blood, then suddenly looked up at Yuan Xinfa, her expression seemingly somewhat confused.

Upon hearing this, Duanweimei couldn't help but laugh and said, "Oh, is this your wife?"

After saying that, he drew his knife and stabbed again, then raised his hand to push Yingzi's cheek away and pushed her down onto the snow.

Yuan Xinfa froze in astonishment, feeling a chill run down his spine. He immediately pushed aside the crowd and pounced on the man with the severed eyebrow, roaring fiercely:
"Fuck your mother, I'll kill you!"

(End of this chapter)