Courtyard House: A Start with Black Gold Swallowing 100,000 Silver Dollars

Li Wenguo glanced down at his watch; it was 10:07. Time to go inside.

"Yes, Master Li!"

Liu Shouhou bowed and accepted, then turned and disappeared without a trace.

"You...you really want to wipe out the entire Kwong family?"

Wen Keyi's heart pounded with anxiety—she didn't ask her husband to achieve great success, she only hoped that he wouldn't get too much blood on his hands, otherwise he might suffer retribution in the future.

"Keyi, don't worry. I know this very well, it's like cutting tofu, I'm very confident. They're quick and efficient, they won't let anything slip, and they won't leave any loose ends."

Li Wenguo shook his finger, speaking casually.

"That's not what I'm worried about! You're so brazenly killing people, aren't you afraid of being childless? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Wen Keyi's brows furrowed, and her fingertips turned white.

"Hehe, you're completely out of touch—I'm not killing anyone, I'm wielding the sword for heaven! Not only will I not incur any karmic retribution, I'll actually accumulate merit."

"I told you before, there's not a single clean person in the Kwong family."

"That young master Kuang, he's used to being arrogant and domineering, how many lives has he secretly taken? His brother is no better, Liu the Skinny Monkey said he specializes in wicked deeds. And his father, Kuang Weitao—don't you know him? A spineless coward who knelt down and handed knives to the Japanese pirates back then!"

"Tell me, if I were to wipe out this whole nest of venomous snakes, wouldn't the people applaud? Wouldn't Heaven reward me?"

Li Wenguo spoke with absolute certainty, but his hand had already quietly climbed up to her waist.

"Is Kwong Wai-to... truly a traitor who has sided with the Japanese?"

Wen Keyi looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

"Absolutely true, you traitorous dog, you deserved to be stabbed!"

Li Wenguo casually told a white lie, just to suppress the guilt in her heart.

—In fact, although Kuang Weitao did not become a traitor, his collusion with the enemy and smuggling of weapons were enough to warrant execution three times over.

"Sir, how about... I quit teaching?"

This whole affair started because of her. For her sake alone, they were willing to massacre the entire Kuang family; she couldn't sleep soundly at night.

"Oh dear, what does this have to do with you? Even without you, there's Zhang Keyi and Wang Keyi, who would be chewed up and swallowed by that beast sooner or later! If this cancer isn't removed, the entire embassy street will rot completely!"

"Besides, their whole family are lackeys of the Japanese pirates. When the knife falls, the neighbors will only set off firecrackers!"

Li Wenguo saw through her thoughts at a glance and quickly changed the subject.

He cursed inwardly: It's all the same everywhere, how many days of peace have passed? To run into this scumbag on the street, what the hell is wrong with me!

"What if something like that happens again?"

Wen Keyi asked, biting her lip.

"Things will work themselves out when they reach the bridge."

With both kids currently in school and a teacher as their mother, no one dares to bully them. Li Wenguo couldn't be happier if she stood on the podium every day.

"If this happens again, I'll quit immediately! You are absolutely forbidden from harming another member of the Kwong family!"

She stared intently into his eyes, as if making a vow.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say!"

snort!

One more time? I'll uproot you completely, leaving you not even ashes!

He agreed loudly, but in his heart he had already changed his mind.

"Hey? Why are you pulling my skirt?!"

Wen Keyi suddenly trembled.

"Oh, there are still two hours until we close the net—we can't just sit here and do nothing, can we? We need to use our time wisely, don't you think?"

Li Wenguo's hands didn't stop, and his breathing became hot.

"Aren't you...aren't you afraid of hurting the child?"

She grabbed his wrist tightly, her voice trembling.

……

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

They were deeply in love on this side.

Over there, Da Shan, leading thirty brothers and guided by Liu Shouhou, quietly surrounded the three-story Western-style house belonging to the Kuang family.

Of the ten guards, two were dozing behind the wrought iron gate, three were slowly pacing around the wall, and the remaining five were either hiding inside or taking turns resting.

The sniper rifle fired, and they all fell to the ground in the grass without even uttering a sound.

Then, the figure slid into the courtyard, hugging the base of the wall.

Li Wenguo had given instructions long ago: the less noise the better. If the foreign soldiers are alerted, the trouble that follows will be immense.

Upon entering the courtyard, I saw two guards standing at the villa entrance, yawning.

Big Eyes and Binzi crept over under the cover of the holly tree, raising their hands with two muffled thuds—the silencers were so tight that not even a crow was startled.

……

What happened next was handled swiftly and decisively.

Most of the men rushed into the villa, chopping off any clothes they saw and stabbing anyone in the face; only three clever ones were left to keep watch at the front and back windows and the back door.

In less than ten minutes, except for Kuang Xingyun, who was tied up and stuffed into the wine cellar, the rest were all executed.

They spent another ten minutes ransacking the place, taking all the gold, silver, valuables, antiques, and paintings—filling the brothers' pockets and turning the scene into the scene of a robbery.

They finally withdrew from the embassy compound in batches, slipping away as quietly as cats.

Li Wenguo didn't take a single penny of the money he amassed—he considered it dirty—and gave it all to his subordinates to divide.

When Liu Shouhou returned to the garden villa, the entire operation had just lasted fifty-five minutes.

"Knock knock knock!!!"

"what?"

"Sir, it's probably Liu the Skinny Monkey back. Stop now!"

"I'll hide for a bit!"

Wen Keyi hurriedly reached out to stop her, her fingertips even catching the hem of her clothes that had slipped under the sofa.

"Why are you hiding? Let him wait outside. Call him in once things are done."

Li Wenguo's voice deepened, carrying an undeniable authority.

Half an hour later.

The two had just finished washing up when Liu Shouhou pushed the door open to give them a reply.

"All done?"

Li Wenguo casually pulled out a cigarette, and Wen Keyi's cheeks flushed slightly as she immediately leaned in to light it.

"All done, Mr. Li."

Liu Shouhou lowered his head and spoke in a very low voice.

On the sofa, the two were wrapped in loose bathrobes. Li Wenguo, being a man, had no such taboos; but Wen Keyi's chest revealed a section of smooth skin, and her calves were also half-exposed, making Liu the skinny man not dare to lift his eyes even slightly.

"Bring the person up."

Big Eyes and Binzi dragged a struggling sack into the house.

Wen Keyi's heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely guessed who was inside.

"Untie it."

The sack was flung open—and there it was, Kwong Sing-wan.

His mouth was stuffed with rags, his hands and feet were tightly bound with thick hemp ropes, and his body was only wrapped with an old cloth around his vital parts, the rest of his body was bare; several bright red lip prints were clearly imprinted on his neck and face, like shameful marks branded with a hot iron.

No need to ask what kind of shady business he was engaged in when he was kidnapped.

Binzi kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Wen Keyi stared at the disheveled man in front of her, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Things can change faster than turning the pages of a book—if you mess with your own man, you can become a prisoner in the blink of an eye.

But she felt no pity whatsoever. This man had boasted that he would "take her into his room," and if he really did, she feared she wouldn't even have any bones left.

"Young Master Kuang, you left not a single one alive in your entire family. Now... do you regret it? Or do you hate me to the core?"

"Don't you even know your own limitations? You dare to try and steal my person? Are you tired of living?"

As Li Wenguo spoke, he put his arm around Wen Keyi's shoulder, his fingers sliding into the neckline of her nightgown.

Wen Keyi frowned slightly, but did not struggle or utter a sound.

Kuang Xingyun was filled with panic, kowtowing repeatedly, his shoulders trembling like withered branches in the wind.

He was filled with regret, so much so that his guts turned green—if he had known this man was so ruthless, he would never have dared to set foot in the capital!

"First, teach him what rules are."

"Bang! Crack! Snap!"

Big Eyes, Binzi, and Liu Shouhou surrounded them and gave them a good beating.

Wen Keyi glanced at it twice before abruptly turning her face away, her fingertips clenching the cuffs of her bathrobe.

Too barbaric, too terrifying!

The dull thud of a fist hitting flesh was so loud it made your teeth ache, as if you yourself had been hit.

What's even stranger is that she had a strange feeling that she was the one being beaten—a chill ran down her spine, and she quickly shook her head to dispel the thought.

But the muffled sound still echoed in my ears, and the image remained vivid in my mind's eye.

A tightness gripped her chest, and her heart felt heavy. It wasn't until the hand in front of her chest suddenly tightened that she remembered what had just happened. Her face flushed, and her distracting thoughts gradually dissipated.

This kind of reaction is actually quite common—out of ten people seeing this kind of scene for the first time, five or four out of ten will have similar thoughts. After seeing it a few more times, or focusing on something else, it will naturally pass.

"Alright, stop."

"Our young master Kuang should understand that not everyone is someone we can afford to offend."

Li Wenguo raised his hand and waved it, and the three of them immediately stopped their movements.

Binzi and Da Yan pulled him straight and made him kneel down again.

"Pull him out and make him talk."

The cloth was ripped off with a "rip".

"I was wrong! So wrong! I shouldn't have tried to take advantage of your woman, I shouldn't have provoked you! Please... please spare my life!"

His voice was muffled, and the tone at the end was already tinged with sobs.

At this moment, Kuang Xingyun was a pitiful sight—

His face was swollen and deformed: his left eye was just a bloody slit, the right corner of his mouth was bulging high, his nose was crooked, and blood smeared half of his face; from a distance, it looked like a diamond-shaped mask that had been crumpled and flattened.

Wen Keyi glanced at it only once before looking away.

"Let you go? What if you come back and bite me again?"

Li Wenguo's lips curled up slightly, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting about the weather.

"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not! I'll get out of the embassy district right now... no, I'll leave Beijing immediately! I'll never set foot in this place again in my life! Please... please have mercy!"

Tears mingled with blood as he streamed down his face. He knew in his heart that these words were mostly futile—but who would shut up if there was even a sliver of hope for survival?

"Alas, what a pity, by the time you feel the pain, it's already too late."

"To be honest, the thing I hate most in my life is seeing blood—don't laugh, I'm not kidding, I've never even slaughtered a chicken with my own hands in my entire life." Li Wenguo grinned as he spoke, unable to keep it up any longer. This lie was so blatant that even a ghost wouldn't believe it.

"Hahaha--!"

Binzi, Da Yan, and Liu Shouhou burst into laughter, doubled over with mirth.

They knew all too well the weight of this man—he had more than three times the number of lives on his hands than the three of them combined. This statement was pure fabrication and blatant lies.

"Keyi, do you think Kuang Xingyun deserves to die?"

He turned his head and looked at Wen Keyi, who had been keeping her head down and not saying a word.

"Forget it, don't say anything. It was my oversight."

Seeing that her face was pale and her fingertips were cold, Li Wenguo immediately fell silent.

When you encounter such a situation for the first time, how can you not panic? It's normal to feel turbulent inside.

"Just give him a straight answer."

"After all, I am a soft-hearted person."

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, his tone a mix of self-deprecation and mockery.

Strangely enough, compared to those who would burn the village butcher's notebooks at the drop of a hat, he was truly kind-hearted.

"No! No! Please spare my life! Spare my life!"

Kuang Xingyun trembled like a leaf, his teeth chattered, and his crotch was instantly soaked.

He was still young, wealthy, hadn't had enough wine, hadn't slept with all the women, and in this bright world, he was afraid of the dark, and even more afraid of death.

"Pfft—"

With a muffled thud, brain matter splattered onto the wall, and the man fell straight to the ground, motionless.