Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 301 You lack martial ethics.
A pang of emotion struck her, and she shook her head: "No, it's too dangerous. You staying in the manor to take care of Shi Niang is the greatest help you can give me."

Putting aside the fact that bringing her along would not only be unhelpful but would also be a burden, he definitely wouldn't want anyone to know his secrets.

Even his women were the same.

After saying that, without waiting for her response, he turned around, took a step, and climbed onto the wall. In a flash, he disappeared into the darkness outside the wall, his movements clean and swift.

Zhong Chunhong stood there, staring at the empty wall for a long time without moving.

After a long while, she suddenly sighed, her eyes flashing with envy: "My cousin is so lucky to have found such a great hero as Master, who is not only capable, but also incredibly capable."

In the darkness, Cao Weida walked close to the gray brick wall inside Xizhimen. The bluestone path was slippery from the night dew, and each step made a very faint 'rustling' sound.

This problem was naturally no challenge for Cao Weida, who possessed superb lightness skills. He moved silently and swiftly between the alleys and houses.

On the main road, the sound of leather shoes clattering on the feet of the patrol team, a mix of puppet troops and ordinary people, could be clearly heard.

About twenty minutes later, he stopped outside a mansion with a wooden plaque that read "Prince's Mansion".

This is the residence of the traitor Wang Huai'an. His house has been renovated and is three times more luxurious than the houses of others!
Everyone knows that Wang Huai'an, by working as a translator for the Japanese, openly and secretly robbed and stole the hard-earned money of ordinary people, which is how he renovated this dilapidated old house into its current state.

The courtyard wall was as tall as two people, and broken glass was stuck on top of it. The moonlight shone on it, giving it a cold and eerie glow.

Cao Weida took a step back, then pushed off with his feet, bracing his toes against the brickwork at the base of the wall. With a twist of his waist, he nimbly leaped up like a cat at night.

His left fingertips hooked onto the top of the wall, and he had already put on specially prepared protective gear on his hands, so the broken glass was nothing to him.

Using the momentum, he flipped over and landed in the yard. The height of two people was no problem for him.

After silently landing in the courtyard, I observed that it was already close to one o'clock. The courtyard was eerily quiet, with only the dim light of an oil lamp still shining from the east wing.

Just then, a low bark came from the dog.

It was a large, muscular wolfhound lying in front of its kennel, when it heard the noise and saw the threatening growls coming from an uninvited guest.

Lantern-like eyes lit up in the darkness, about to let out a loud bark.

He knew that Wang Huai'an's family kept a wolfhound. This dog wasn't new; they had had it for over three years, and it was quite famous in the neighborhood.

Because Wang Huai'an often took his dog out for walks and even instigated the wolfhound to attack passersby and residents, the people had long harbored resentment towards him and the dog.

Cao Wei Da knew that he absolutely could not let the dog bark, because if it did, it would alert the people in the house, which was not what he wanted.

At this critical moment, a needle shot out silently in the darkness, piercing the wolfhound's head with perfect accuracy.

Before it could even whimper, the wolfhound, which was deeply hated by the surrounding people, kicked its limbs twice and collapsed to the ground without making a sound.

"Another dead dog."

On his way to the east wing, he casually put away the wolfhound. After all, he already had four or five dog corpses in his storage space, and he couldn't keep keeping them there forever. He couldn't openly eat dog meat all the time.

Let's take some time to send these dogs to Lao Luo and his family. At least they're meat, enough to satisfy their cravings.

After putting the dog away, he crouched down and walked along the wall. When he passed the flower pots under the eaves, he gently touched one of them with his fingertips, which was not properly placed and was almost blown over by the wind.

The bedroom door was ajar, and soft, feminine sounds could be heard coming from inside.

"Damn, so that's why you weren't asleep. Turns out you were bored and trying to make a baby."

Cao Weida peered inside curiously; the live broadcast was far more exciting than watching movies in his previous life.

Unlike the sleazy, treacherous, and cowardly image of traitors in movies and TV series, Wang Huai'an had an excellent appearance, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a tall and straight figure, and always had a gentle and refined smile on his face.

Judging by appearance alone, one would definitely think he is a refined, easy-going, and upright man. But who would know that this man is not only dishonest, but also rotten to the core, cruel to the people, treacherous at heart, and a traitor who sells out his country for personal gain?

"Damn, he's got some skills in bed."

He pursed his lips beneath the veil. Aren't the villains in books usually either ugly or terrible in bed? How come he's such a weirdo?

About five minutes later, just as their breathing became heavier, Cao Weida quietly reached the door and gently opened it.

The sound of the door opening did not alert them.

Wang Huai'an seemed to have discovered something and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Who!"

Seeing that he could no longer hide, Cao Weida made no attempt to conceal himself. He flashed forward, giving Wang Huai'an no chance to react, and a short knife was already at his throat.

"do not move!"

The deep voice carried a chilling coldness, freezing Wang Huai'an's body and mind like an icicle.

Faced with the sudden arrival of uninvited guests, the two who finally came to their senses were terrified. The woman tried to scream, but Cao Weida grabbed her by the throat and said coldly, "Dare to scream, and I'll kill you!"

The woman trembled with fear, her makeup on her face threatening to fall off. She hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, shaking her head repeatedly, her eyes filled with longing.

Seeing that the uninvited guest's attention was drawn to the woman, Wang Huai'an was about to take the opportunity to fight back when the knife at his neck was suddenly thrust forward, the blade slicing through his neck skin and drawing a trickle of blood.

The pain in his neck terrified Wang Huai'an, making him tremble and his limbs go weak. He dared not make any further movements.

Cao Wei looked at him with a half-smile, "Try moving one more?"

"No, I wouldn't dare."

"I only want money, don't force me to kill!" Cao Weida's voice was low, his eyes flashing with cold light: "If you dare to have any more thoughts, I'll send you on your way right now!"

He tilted his head and glanced at the woman, his lips pursed beneath his veil. To be honest, this woman was quite pretty.

Damn it, these traitors are all eating with gusto!

He knocked the woman unconscious with a karate chop and threw her aside, then turned his attention to Wang Huai'an, asking, "Where's the money?"

"Sir, I'll give you anything, everything! Not just money, I'll even give you this woman, just spare my life!"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Seeing his shifty eyes, Cao Weida immediately knew this scoundrel was up to no good, and directly slammed his knee into Wang Huai'an's chest with such force that Wang Huai'an couldn't breathe.
"Where have you hidden all the money and wealth you've embezzled from the people?"

"I'm warning you, I've investigated your situation thoroughly. Don't tell me you don't have money, and don't try anything funny!"

"If you dare to hide anything from me or lie to me, I'll cut you to death!" "I'll talk, I'll talk!" Feeling the coldness and pain in his neck, Wang Huai'an swallowed carefully. He was a man who was afraid of death. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been willing to become a traitor.

With his life threatened and his scheme exposed, he was terrified and dared not harbor any further ill intentions. He immediately confessed everything.

"There's an iron box in the cellar of the west wing, and the key is under my pillow!"

His voice was choked with sobs, filled with fear and pleading:

"Sir, I've told you everything. That's all I have. Spare my life, and you can have all the money. I'll never do it again!"

Cao Weida stared into his eyes, which were filled with greed and cowardice, but showed no remorse for being a traitor.

Such people are just a waste of air and an accomplice to evil.

He slowly sheathed his short sword. Wang Huai'an thought he had escaped a disaster and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt a strong force on his neck. With a 'crack', his neck was twisted into an abnormal shape.

While he was still lucid for a moment, he only heard this reply: "I can spare you, but the people of Beiping and the patriots who are resisting Japan will not!"

'You have no martial ethics!'

He couldn't say those words in the end, and Wang Huai'an died with resentment and pain in his eyes.

He casually put the corpse away, glanced at the woman beside him, pondered for half a second, and then decisively and swiftly killed her as well, storing her in his spatial storage as well.

Putting aside the fact that this woman saw him come in, the fact that she was the owner of a gambling den who had cheated countless people and helped the Japanese raise a lot of money already gave her a reason to die.

Love the fragrance and cherish the jade?

Excuse me, but this term only applies to Chinese people. Does such a traitor even deserve to be called human?!
After restoring the room, he searched the bedroom again, putting away all the valuables and finding the pistol under Wang Huai'an's pillow before turning around and leaving the bedroom.

Wang Huai'an glanced at the pillow subconsciously just now; he had noticed it earlier.

The cellar in the west wing was not hard to find. The key was inserted into the lock and turned. With a 'click,' the iron box was opened. Inside, it was filled with silver dollars, large and small croakers, and banknotes wrapped in silk, all of which were heavy with the people's hard-earned money.

Cao Wei Da felt heavy-hearted, but resolutely helped the people keep all the money safe.

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When Cao Weida climbed over the wall back to his own courtyard, just as he reached Du Shiniang's door, the door of the room next door suddenly creaked open.

Cao Weida suddenly stopped moving and looked towards the next room.

Zhong Chunhong peeked out and looked around, then lowered her voice, hoarse from staying up all night, and asked, "Master, you're back?"

Cao Weida had excellent eyesight. By the moonlight and the flickering light inside the room, he could see the bloodshot eyes and her tired appearance. Clearly, she hadn't slept and was waiting for him to come back.

Cao Weida nodded slightly. "Cousin, why aren't you resting yet?"

Zhong Chunhong opened the door wider and stepped aside to make room for him: "Sir, please come in first."

Cao Weida didn't think much of it and followed him into the room.

There was a copper basin on the floor of the room, a kettle next to it, and a stool next to the kettle with a towel draped over it.

Seeing him come in, Zhong Chunhong fetched some cold water and then opened the kettle lid to pour in some hot water.

I tested the temperature with my hand first, and when it felt about right, I put the towel in to wet it and handed it to him: "Sir, wipe your hands and face first. It's chilly at night, so don't catch a cold."

The temperature has now warmed up, and although it's a bit cool at night, it's nothing to him with his top-notch physique.

However, he did not refuse the other party's kind offer. He had traveled a long way and was covered in dust. Although he was not cold, it would be more comfortable to wipe himself with a hot towel.

He took the towel and wiped his face, only to find that Zhong Chunhong had already squatted down, preparing to take off his shoes.

Cao Weida quickly stopped her, saying with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "No, cousin, what are you doing?"

Zhong Chunhong did not answer directly, but her firm insistence on making him sit down and continuing to help him take off his shoes said it all.

"Master, how did tonight go?" She gently rubbed his ankles, her hands showing rough skin, clearly the result of years of hard work.

"Hmm." Cao Weida hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more, letting the other party serve him.

Zhong Chunhong paused in her movements, looked up at him, and saw no fear in her eyes, but rather a hint of admiration:
"Sir, you are a man destined for great things, but it would be best if you were more careful in the future."

As she spoke, she took a small oil paper packet from her bosom and handed it to him:
"This is some wound medicine that I asked someone to buy from a pharmacy. If you accidentally get injured, you should use it immediately."

It was just a packet of wound medicine, so Cao Wei Da naturally wouldn't care too much about it.

To put it bluntly, with his Northern Boxing master skills and top-notch physical attributes, no one has been able to injure him in close combat.

Unless he is surrounded by a large number of people in an open area, he can easily escape the encirclement in the city using his lightness skill.

He would naturally not put himself in such a dangerous situation, and the only way to hurt him would be with firearms.

But if it's a gunshot wound, this little bit of wound medicine is completely useless.

He still has about 20,000 vials of penicillin in his storage space, enough to drink like water, and he won't be able to finish them all in a short time.

However, what matters is not the object, but the sentiment.

He took the oil paper package and put it in his arms, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you, cousin."

It feels really nice to be cared for.

"Sir, there's no need for you to be so polite. I'm just a woman, and this is all I can do."

She hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but in the end she only opened her mouth and didn't say what she wanted to say.

After washing her feet, she took the clean boots Zhong Chunhong handed her and said, "It's very late, you should get some rest."

Zhong Chunhong nodded, tidied up the copper basin, and watched his back as he walked into Du Shiniang's room. She then sighed softly, lamenting the injustice of fate towards her, and closed the door with mixed feelings.

(End of this chapter)