Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

In the mourning hall, He Ping'an threw sheets of paper money into the brazier...

"Ping An, open your mouth, ah..." Due to the memory shock, the three-year-old still looked mentally impaired. His sister-in-law, who had just married into the He family, patiently fed him.

"You're the jinx, your whole family is a jinx..." That year, his parents passed away one after another, and he was called a jinx by his neighbors. His usually gentle sister-in-law blushed and awkwardly argued with them, defending him.

"Ping An, you're growing up, you should eat..." During the Japanese invasion of China 37 years ago, the He family's income plummeted. They finally managed to eat braised pork again, and his sister-in-law smiled and put all of it into his bowl.

Scenes from his childhood flashed through his mind, relentlessly assaulting his heart. He barely made it to midnight, glancing at He Yuzhu huddled to the side, and the rainwater on the bed. He Ping'an rose and walked outside, leaving only a murmur before the coffin:

"Those 'noble' people, if they were used as sacrifices...wouldn't they be noble too?"

Night had fallen, and rain mixed with snowflakes fell from the sky. He Ping'an walked along the slippery, muddy road, which was deserted, until a faint, crimson light flickered at the entrance of the alley.

Although the alley was pitch black, making it impossible to see the person's face, he wasn't surprised that only one person would be lying in wait there at this moment. Bai Ling's status was undeniable; it would be abnormal not to report her.

Speaking of which, his and Bai Ling's identities were indeed well-hidden, but there was nothing particularly special about them... they were Communist Party members engaged in covert work! Well, to put it bluntly, they were underground party members.

The year his mentally challenged nephew was born at the age of 5, he was fully awakened to his innate wisdom. He then skipped grades in his studies and entered high school at the age of 13, which naturally attracted the attention of those with ulterior motives, and he joined the Communist Party.

He initially used his identity to collect and pass on intelligence, but later mastered martial arts and marksmanship. After unintentionally "revealing" his skills, he naturally joined the action team.

In just a few years, he earned the title of "King of Hell" based on his outstanding achievements and became the captain of the Beiping Action Team, directly under the command of Luo Chengjun (originally named Luo Yong), the secretary of the Beiping underground party. As for Bai Ling... she was a new intelligence agent who also served as his and Lao Luo's communications officer.

Although he knew the other party was most likely trying to persuade him to give up revenge, He Ping'an wasn't particularly angry. Their job was what it was, it was their duty. He would have done the same.

Of course, no one could stop him from avenging his sister-in-law. Compared to his family, the "big picture" he had believed in his entire life was nothing.

He Ping'an walked at his own unhurried pace until he reached Luo Chengjun. It's strange, really; it's supposed to be a "Courtyard House" scenario, but something else seems to have been added. I wonder if there's a "black-skinned dog" named Zheng Chaoyang in the police station!

"Old Luo, I know why you're here, but you should also know my temperament. Let's not say anything more, it'll hurt our feelings. Don't worry, I won't put you in a difficult position!"

After saying that, He Ping'an didn't wait for Luo Chengjun to speak. He brought his right index and middle fingers together and stabbed Luo Chengjun with a sword-like gesture.

Luo Chengjun's legs went out of control, and he collapsed to the ground. The cigarette he was holding rolled into the mud and water, and its red glow disappeared.

Seeing the disbelief in Luo Chengjun's eyes, and remembering that this man had always treated him well, He Ping'an offered a few words of explanation:

"Old Luo, although you've come to stop me, I'm not so heartless as to harm my own comrade. This is just a method of cutting off his pulse, temporarily incapacitating him. Don't worry, he'll recover in about ten minutes!"

He glanced meaningfully at the hidden corner not far away, and left with the words, "Smoking during operations is a major taboo!" He Ping'an turned and left decisively.

"Secretary...?" In the blink of an eye, He Ping'an's figure disappeared into the rainy night. Just now, at the corner he had been looking at, Bai Ling hurriedly ran out to help Luo Chengjun.

Luo Chengjun waved his hand and chuckled, "It's alright, you heard it yourself, it'll be over in ten minutes. Heh... that brat, wait till he gets back and I'll teach him a lesson!"

"Secretary, Ma Hanshan is the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Beiping station, and He Ping'an is all alone...?" As she spoke, Bai Ling's eyes were fixed on the direction He Ping'an had left, her worry evident in her gaze.

Bai Ling was filled with regret, wishing she hadn't hidden herself. She had only reported according to regulations, but she still felt guilty, which was why she chose to hide. She hadn't expected Lao Luo to be so incompetent!

Completely unaware that he was being blamed, Luo Chengjun saw Bai Ling first avoiding him and now acting this way. Having seen it all before, the seasoned Luo Chengjun could easily tell that this was a young girl in love, and he chuckled as he explained:

"You're new here and don't know He Ping'an's abilities. Just relax, no matter what happens to anyone else, this kid will be fine!"

Thinking of the Japanese soldiers, traitors, and collaborators who had died at He Ping'an's hands over the years, she spoke softly, "After all, his title of 'King of Hell' was bestowed upon him by the enemy!"

After hearing this, Bai Ling curiously inquired about He Ping'an's deeds. The two chatted until Luo Chengjun regained feeling in his legs. Looking at the cigarette butts already soaked by the rain, Luo Chengjun laughed and scolded again:

"You're lecturing me now?"

It's clear Luo Chengjun wasn't angry! He wouldn't have done this tedious job if it weren't for responsibility. That's good; he tried to stop him, but failed!

There's a saying in Beiping (Beijing) about housing: "The east is for the rich, the west for the noble, the north for the poor, and the south for the lowly." The east was for wealthy merchants, while the west was for high-ranking officials. Ma Hanshan, the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, naturally lived in the west.

At that time, 32% of Beiping's roads were asphalt roads and 22% were dirt roads. As He Ping'an traveled westward, the roads under his feet became better and better, and his pace quickened.

One kilometer away from Ma Hanshan's residence, He Ping'an stopped, looked around to make sure there was nothing unusual, and then disappeared from the spot.

A moment later, a lame man with a clearly disabled right leg, wearing a muscular cotton-padded jacket and cotton shoes with his feet exposed, his hands and face covered in mud, his hair disheveled from not washing for a long time, wrapped in a tattered tarpaulin, and leaning on a broken wooden stick, appeared where He Ping'an had disappeared earlier.

The lame man first lightly tapped the ground in front of him with his right cane for leverage, then carefully stepped forward with his right leg, followed quickly by his left. Swaying from side to side, he looked like a clown struggling westward. Luckily, the main roads in the west of the city were paved with asphalt, otherwise the scruffy lame man would have surely fallen.

As the head of the Beiping Military Intelligence Station, Ma Hanshan naturally needed a large number of security personnel. In fact, this corrupt, lawless, and righteous old dog was most concerned about his own safety.

He used his position for personal gain to station a 36-man action team equipped with submachine guns at the Ma family's residence to protect the safety of his entire family.

Disguised as a cripple, He Ping'an struggled across the street in front of the Ma family's main gate. His full mental strength allowed him to easily sense the hidden sentries near the Ma family's residence.

After that, of course, came hunting!