20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 792 Yuan Xinfa Dies

Seeing Yingzi killed, Yuan Xinfa completely lost his mind and immediately turned around and rushed towards Duanweimei.

The two sides were so close that they met and fought in front of the mansion before anyone else could react.

The robber, a frequent online shopper, was skilled in martial arts. Upon seeing Yuan Xinfa approaching, he quickly took a half-step back, shifted to the side to meet the enemy, and immediately slashed with his right hand.

The blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, immediately hurtling towards him.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xinfa did not slow down and had no intention of dodging at all. Instead, he stretched out his left hand, intending to disarm Bai Jia with his bare hands.

The knife had just killed both Song Ma and Yingzi, so it was inevitably somewhat dull and not as sharp as before.

That being said, a knife is still a knife; no matter how chipped it is, it is still a deadly weapon.

In an instant, two severed fingers suddenly fell onto the snow!
The old gatekeeper, enraged beyond measure, looked up and actually managed to snatch the knife away with his bare hands.

Yuan Xinfa was burning with lust and felt no pain whatsoever. The moment his left hand gripped the blade, his right hand immediately raised the knife to slash.

The robber was also somewhat taken aback when he saw this.

Fortunately, he was a trained martial artist and reacted quickly. Seeing the blade coming at him, he didn't retreat but advanced, immediately rushing forward and raising his hand to block Yuan Xinfa's elbow.

Yuan Xinfa mustered all his strength and lunged at the enemy with his knife, but failed to kill him. However, he used the momentum to knock the robber over.

The two rolled into the Jiang family mansion, and in the ensuing struggle, their respective broadswords fell from their hands.

As the saying goes: One force can overcome ten techniques!

Although Yuan Xinfa had never practiced martial arts, his size and strength were undeniable. After a few quick movements, he was like a lazy dragon shaking off its armor, and immediately pinned his opponent down.

The robber was unwilling to surrender, so he quickly thrust his hips and tried to break free and escape.

Yuan Xinfa was not about to let him off the hook. He suddenly raised his heavy fist, seized an opening, and struck with all his might, shattering the robber's nose on the spot. Then he spread his hands and grabbed the man's throat tightly, roaring, "Fuck you, I'll kill you!"

The two arms that were used to turn the switch were incredibly strong, like a pair of iron clamps. Once they had their grip on the other person's lifeline, they would never let go unless bones were broken or flesh was ripped off.

The robber hadn't expected Yuan Xinfa to have such superhuman strength. He tried to pry him off, but when he couldn't break free, he hurriedly reached out and scratched Yuan Xinfa's face haphazardly.

However, at this moment, Yuan Xinfa did not want to live; he only wanted to kill.

He ignored the movements of the other robbers and made no defensive stance. His only thought was the life in front of him, and he kept repeating the same phrase over and over: "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

In the chaos, a hissing sound could be heard coming from the robber's throat.

Seeing that he was gradually losing strength, he opened his arms and pushed Yuan Xinfa's face away with all his might, and then used his thumb to gouge Yuan Xinfa's eyes.

Unfortunately, Yuan Xinfa still refused to let go and block.

After all, the enemy outnumbered them, and if they let go now, all their previous efforts would be in vain, and they would never be able to avenge themselves. So they closed their eyes tightly and continued to hold the other person's throat tightly.

Desperate to survive, Duanweimei refused to give up the fight and poured all the remaining strength in his body into his fingertips, desperately trying to gouge out Yuan Xinfa's eyeballs.

Soon, his two thumbs pierced Yuan Xinfa's eye sockets, going all the way up to the thumb joints.

The eyeball burst open with two soft "click" sounds, and a strange sensation immediately came from the fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, fresh blood began to drip slowly down his rough fingers.

"what--"

With a mournful howl, like the roar of a wild beast, Yuan Xinfa was no longer human.

Blood and tears dripped continuously onto the robber's face.

Unfortunately, the old door gods are no longer visible.

Yuan Xinfa gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. Even so, he still had no intention of letting go. Instead, he took advantage of the screams and turned his pain into brute force, forcefully crushing the Adam's apple of Duanweimei.

A strange sound suddenly came from the robber's throat. His eyes widened, his tongue stuck out, and after scratching for a moment, he finally collapsed.

It's too late to say, then soon!
Despite their fierce fighting, it was actually over in the blink of an eye.

Whistle Li and the others didn't stand idly by either. Just as Yuan Xinfa and Duanweimei rolled into the Jiang family mansion one after the other, he also rushed over with his brothers.

Seeing that his brother's life was in danger, Whistleman Li Huizhong rushed forward to help.

The men in front moved extremely quickly. After bursting into the mansion, they immediately swung their broadswords and began wildly slashing at Yuan Xinfa's back.

Ignoring everything else, Yuan Xinfa continued to grip the robber's throat with all his might, as if he were gripping the injustices the robber had suffered before he strayed into the world of gangsters.

In times of chaos, human life is as worthless as grass!

He always needs to grasp onto something to feel at ease.

Unfortunately, he was only a mortal, and with each cut to his back, his strength diminished by three-tenths, ultimately making it impossible for him to reverse his inevitable death.

Before long, his clothes were soaked with blood.

Suddenly someone swung a baton and smashed it down hard on the back of his head.

Just then, Yuan Xinfa suddenly staggered, and the baton he was carrying missed its mark, landing directly on his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the whistle stick broke in two, but the Jiang family's door god still stood firm and did not fall.

Yuan Xinfa suddenly turned his head and saw that his face was covered in blood, neither human nor ghost, staring with two dark bloody holes, looking back angrily and blankly.

Everyone was startled and couldn't help but look at each other. They were overwhelmed by this aura and retreated in an instant, suddenly feeling a sense of apprehension.

Enraged, Yuan Xinfa, as if in a final burst of energy, somehow mustered the strength to leap to his feet and roar, "I'll kill you all! Kill them all!"

He roared as he swung his arms wildly, throwing punches in retaliation.

However, all he could see was darkness, and every punch he threw landed in the void, like a futile effort in a chaotic world.

Seeing this, everyone lowered their broadswords and surrounded him, coldly watching his final struggle.

Soon, Yuan Xinfa was on the verge of exhaustion. His legs went weak and he staggered a few steps before collapsing to his knees, panting heavily. He barely managed to support himself with his hands, leaving two bright red palm prints on the floor.

Just then, Whistleman Li suddenly pushed his brothers aside, stepped out from the crowd, looked at Yuan Xinfa, and then raised his gun to aim.

"boom!"

With a single gunshot, the Jiang family's gatekeepers met their end.

Whistle Li remained expressionless, but spat fiercely at the ground and cursed under his breath, "Damn it, I lost one of my brothers for nothing!" Just then, a series of clanging sounds came from the upper floor of the mansion.

The robbers continued their rampage, looting and vandalizing like madmen, stuffing whatever they could find into their pockets.

Leather goods, woolen coats, gold watches, jade bracelets, jewelry...

They took everything of value, and some even went to the kitchen and took out two kitchen knives.

Even after searching and working for a long time, they still only found some odds and ends. The Jiang family's silver vault, which everyone was really concerned about, was still nowhere to be found.

Half of Whistle Li's brothers were there for money, while the rest harbored ambitions to kill the Jiang family and take their place. Only he himself, amidst the fame and fortune, still held a three-tenths thought of avenging the great flagpole. So he immediately shouted, "Where is Jiang Lianheng?"

There was a lot of clanging and banging inside the mansion, as the brothers were all busy making money, and for a moment no one answered.

Whistleman Li frowned, then suddenly raised his hand and fired two shots at the ceiling.

"Damn it, stop fighting over there! Have you even seen Jiang Lianheng?"

After the two gunshots rang out, the mansion fell silent instantly.

Immediately afterward, a brother suddenly poked his head out from the stairwell and said, "Brother, we've searched the whole house, but we haven't seen Jiang Lianheng!"

"What time is it?" Whistle Li asked his men. When he learned that it was almost midnight, his expression became serious. He then said, "It's too late. If we delay any longer, things might change. Quickly go find the Jiang family's treasury. Such a big mansion can't possibly not have a place to hide money!"

Although his main profession was highway robbery, he was not unfamiliar with the business of smashing kilns, and knew that wealthy people's homes must have safes or similar items.

Upon seeing this, the remaining brothers immediately split up to search.

Whistleman Li, however, stayed in the living room with a few trusted confidants to keep an eye on the Jiang family's outside help, while also taking in the furnishings and decorations of the mansion.

At this moment, the Jiang family mansion was already in complete disarray.

Even so, those who are there can still truly appreciate the luxurious atmosphere of the Jiang family.

It took more than a decade of hard work and connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds to build up this fortune.

What is now in sight is probably less than two or three tenths of what belongs to the Jiang family. It's hard for others not to feel jealous and resentful when they see it.

Immediately, someone gritted their teeth and said indignantly, "Damn it, Jiang Lianheng is simply inhuman. Why does he deserve to live in such a nice house?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone else said, "No rush, once we find the treasury, we'll burn this house down!"

"That's right! We didn't catch Jiang Lianheng, but we burned his house down. We brothers felt pretty satisfied!"

"It has to be burned! I've had enough of his cowardice all these years!"

The brothers were eager to try, and before they even found the Jiang family's treasury, they began searching everywhere for fuel that could be used for arson.

Whistle Li, however, dared not relax. He appeared inexplicably anxious and paced back and forth in the living room like a millstone, sometimes turning his head to look out the window, sometimes loudly asking his subordinates, "Hey, haven't you found the Jiang family's treasury yet?"

Responses echoed from all corners of the mansion: "Not yet, soon!"

"Go downstairs and take a look; there might be a basement dug in this house!"

"Okay! I'll go check it out right now!"

Before he finished speaking, two or three brothers obeyed and came to the end of the corridor.

Most of the rooms here had already been searched, and the group, clinging to a sliver of hope, decided to conduct a thorough search once more.

After passing a warehouse piled with brooms and mops, we arrived at the small hut at the end of the block.

The door had been broken open, and several people peered inside, only to find the Jiang family's mourning hall and memorial tablets inside.
The memorial tablets of my adoptive father, Jiang Chenghai; my uncle, Li Tianwei; my uncle, Sun Chengmo; and my uncle, Jin Xiaoyi.

An incense burner sat on the table, but there was no incense burning. There were also candlesticks on either side, but they were not lit. Some hard pastries were quietly displayed on it.

These names, once renowned and famous, are now, in the eyes of those young robbers, nothing more than unheard-of ghosts and spirits.

The group was annoyed to find nothing, so they rushed in without restraint, clearing away the offerings on the table with a single stroke and then overturning the altar.

The memorial tablets of Jiang Chenghai and others immediately scattered all over the ground with a "clatter".

But just then, the sound of the memorial tablet falling to the ground suddenly caught the attention of the group.

"Thump-thump-thump—"

It was a hollow sound!
The group looked at each other, then stepped forward and stomped their feet twice. Finding that it was indeed an empty sound, they quickly squatted down, lifted the mat, and saw that the floor above was square, with not only cut marks but also a hand-picked spot at the end. Their eyes gradually lit up with joy.

Eager to prove himself, the young robber shouted loudly, "Big Brother—"

However, before he could even shout, a brother next to him quickly covered his mouth and whispered, "Stop yelling, just be quiet!"

The young man frowned, pushed his brother's hand away, and asked, "Why are you stopping me? Our brothers are still waiting to find the Jiang family's underground vault!"

"Tsk, are you stupid?" the robber said with a sneer. "So many brothers are waiting to split the money. We've found the basement first. Why don't you go down and pick out a couple of good items?"

"No, that would be so unfair!"

"See? That's why I say you're young. I didn't say we'd keep everything. Let's pick out a couple first, then call them over. That way, we can satisfy ourselves and do right by our brothers!"

"You can talk about this like that?" The young man looked a bit conflicted.

The robber frowned and whispered angrily, "Hey, you half-witted fool! I was just trying to give you a few pointers because you're pretty good at fighting, and you're acting all high and mighty with me. Anyone else would do the same thing. Stop arguing and listen to me, you won't go wrong!"

Another robber chimed in, "This is something everyone tacitly agrees on; it's practically an unwritten rule. What are you pretending for? Are you trying to stand out?"

The young man pondered for a moment, still somewhat hesitant—who knows if such an unwritten rule even exists!
At this moment, the two accomplices had already started to act on their own.

The young man saw this and was torn between two options. After much deliberation, he ultimately decided to remain silent.

The two robbers gently pulled on the hidden door, and no one noticed that just as the hidden door made a sound, the sliver of light in the basement suddenly went out.

The hidden door opened, accompanied by the clanging of chains, but was swallowed up by the noise inside the mansion, so no one noticed it.

The three of them squatted at the entrance to the underground parking garage. It was dark, thick, and chaotic inside, and a damp smell wafted towards them, as if they were revisiting a past event.

"Damn, why does it stink so much in here? Didn't they install ventilation?" The young man couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.

Upon hearing this, the robber beside him suddenly laughed and said, "Hehe, the Jiang family earns all their money through dirty means, how could it not stink?"

As he spoke, he nudged the young man lightly with his elbow twice and said, "Brother, don't say I don't take care of you. I'll give you a chance. You go down first, and if there's anything good inside, you can pick it first. How about that?"

(End of this chapter)