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

Half an hour later—

"Hey, Captain Morino's really manly, hasn't she come out yet after being in there for so long?"

A soldier who had smoked three cigarettes in a row smacked his lips, his face full of admiration.

"I would have surrendered long ago! Such a beautiful girl, she'd be as soft as a noodle in no time!"

Another person chimed in with a grin.

"Hahaha--"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"In my opinion, the captain has probably already fought three battles, hasn't he?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I can play five rounds in half an hour!"

A soldier with a flat nose and triangular eyes winked and laughed lewdly.

Before the laughter had even subsided, another fifteen minutes had slipped away.

"It's been almost an hour, why hasn't the captain shown up yet? If this drags on any longer, the patrol line will be cut off!"

Some people couldn't sit still any longer, their voices tightening.

"But... the captain repeatedly warned us not to go near the alley before he left."

Some people were still following orders to the letter, their palms sweating profusely.

Another quarter of an hour passed, making it a full sixty minutes.

Everyone's expression changed.

"Let's go! Let's go inside and take a look!"

A group of people rushed into the alleyway and saw a person lying motionless on the ground ten meters away.

He pounced and flipped over—it was Tetsuichi Morino.

"Baka yarou!!!"

The next morning, Mikuriya kicked open the mortuary door, lifted the white sheet, and saw his brother-in-law's bluish-purple, stiff face. He immediately flew into a rage.

Slaps rained down on each military policeman's face, making a loud cracking sound and causing their ears to ring.

"Tell me! What exactly happened?!"

"You bunch of useless trash, why didn't you take the blow for him?!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his roar shook the roof beams.

After listening to the soldier's stammering account, he finally understood—his brother-in-law had been ruined by a woman.

"Dig three feet into the ground! Drag that slut out! Throw her into the army camp and let her suffer the humiliation of a thousand men!"

A city-wide manhunt was immediately launched.

But how could a woman of the night, who had already been sent out of the capital and had no way back, leave any trace?

It's all because he was too arrogant and domineering that he brought about this vicious retaliation.

Next-

We need to completely destroy the bullet factory.

What really needs to be destroyed is the entire bullet production line in the factory.

Right now, the military police are out in full force, frantically searching for that woman in the red-light district, and almost all of the thirty-odd Japanese soldiers guarding the factory have been transferred away. Niu Dali seized this opportunity, leading a team of agents into the factory at night, cleanly and efficiently eliminating the remaining sentries, and then sneaking into the workshop alone, precisely placing explosives one by one on the stamping machine, the cartridge molding machine, and the gunpowder mixing tank.

Of course, he had already secretly stored many key pieces of equipment in his personal space—to resell to the Red Army, who were already struggling with shortages of this and that.

"boom--!!!"

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening explosion ripped through the night, flames shot into the sky, and the entire capital city shook violently.

Yu Kong De Jian Courtyard.

He had just unbuttoned the second button of his military uniform and was about to have a heart-to-heart chat with the beautiful young woman in front of him when the explosion suddenly rang out, making the window frame vibrate and the porcelain cups on the coffee table jump.

"This...this is the direction of the arsenal!"

"No, that can't be!!"

His expression changed drastically. He grabbed the military uniform hanging on the rack, and while buttoning it up, he yelled outside, "Assemble! Move out immediately!"

Sure enough—half of the bullet factory collapsed, and thick smoke, carrying the smell of burning, shot straight into the sky.

No need to investigate, it was definitely done by anti-Japanese elements.

"Baka yarou!!!"

He kicked the chair over, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

……

The scene shifts.

Another furious shout rang out: "Baka yarou—!!!"

This time, however, it was General Nobuda who was being scolded.

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp "slap" rang out, and a slap landed hard on Mikuryuu's left cheek.

"Is this how you guard the capital?"

"An arsenal was a heavily guarded area, with numerous sentries and constant patrols. How could anti-Japanese elements have managed to infiltrate it? It was bombed to the ground, leaving not a trace!!"

"Speak, Lord Mikū!"

Yu Kongde's Adam's apple bobbed, and after stammering for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out, "The military police... the military police were probably investigating that female suspect, but they were lured away..."

He dared not mention that he had deployed all his elite troops to the red-light district in order to find the murderer who killed his brother-in-law.

"I don't care what your reasons are!" General Shinoda's eyes were like knives. "If we don't catch them, we'll bomb them again—and you'll go to hell with the previous military police captain!"

"Hi!!!"

His back was straight and his voice was strained.

"By the way, I heard you've been extorting money from those people in the maintenance committee lately?"

General Nobuda's tone turned somber.

It turned out that Niu Dali had taken advantage of the situation to instigate a group of traitors, who then collectively reported the matter to Xintian.

"Huh? That's absolutely not true!"

He immediately denied it.

"They've already brought their complaints to me. Although they are 'Chinese,' they are already the empire's henchmen. Isn't this extortion and exploitation just pushing them to their breaking point? Aren't you two-faced? Who will be willing to truly submit in the future?"

"Stop this now, starting today!"

"Hi!!!"

He was forced to stand at attention when being hit, and when his superior spoke, he had no chance to defend himself.

"And another thing—if the maintenance committee hasn't done anything wrong, you're not allowed to touch them, do you understand?"

"Hi!!!"

General Nobuda waved his hand, signaling him to get out.

The moment the door closed, Yu Kongde's submissive expression froze, and a dark cloud settled between his brows.

His brother-in-law died a violent death, the arsenal was raided, and a traitor defected... each and every one of these events struck at his Achilles' heel.

He sensed a conspiracy—and there was likely a mole among his ranks. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that three knives, each one drawing blood, were aimed precisely at his most vulnerable spot?

Baka yarou!

come!

Let's see who falls first!

He turned and dialed a number, coldly ordering, "Notify everyone not to go home recently—there's a mission, be on standby at any time."

……

That morning, Nanako, arm in arm with a close friend, walked into a cheongsam shop.

She wants to buy some new clothes.

A while ago, several wives of Japanese military officers got together for tea and laughed at her for wearing a kimono every day, saying she looked "like an old-fashioned relic," and jokingly added, "Your husbands are probably getting tired of seeing you like that."

In the past few days, she has also noticed that Yu Kongdejian is becoming increasingly weak at night, and his eyes are always wandering.

So today I specially chose a sunny day to buy a few light blue embroidered cheongsams to wear and show him when I get back.

After paying the bill, the two had just stepped out of the store when a young soldier in a Japanese military uniform strode towards them, stood at attention, saluted, and spoke in a very respectful tone:

"Mrs. Nanako, I was sent by Captain Mikū. He said he needs you to come to the Military Police Headquarters immediately, as he has urgent business to discuss."

"Oh? I see... Thank you for making this trip."

Nanako smiled slightly, her tone gentle and polite.

He turned his head and smiled at his friend beside him, "Peach, I'm so sorry, my husband is here to pick me up, I have to go now, let's reschedule for another day!"

"It's okay, see you another day! Saiyo na na!"

"Sayonara!!!"

"Madam, please get in the car."

A soldier respectfully pulled back the curtain of the rickshaw at the entrance.

The car then turned into a deep, narrow alley.

Nanako didn't suspect anything, assuming he was just taking a shortcut home—after all, this man was a soldier under her husband's command.

But to her surprise, the soldier suddenly raised his hand and pressed a silk handkerchief soaked in medicine tightly against her mouth and nose. Her vision went black, her mind went blank, her body went limp, and she completely lost consciousness.

When I regained a sliver of consciousness, I could hear the sound of water lapping against the side of the boat, and my body swayed gently from side to side.

I'm...on a boat?

and many more!

hiss--!

Oh no! I've been kidnapped!

The lingering numbness from the sedative drug hadn't completely dissipated, which made her mistakenly believe she was on a rocking boat.

But as he gradually regained consciousness and the numbness in his limbs slowly subsided, a bone-chilling cold suddenly shot up his spine—something was wrong!

She suddenly opened her eyes and was shocked to see a tall, muscular man on top of her.

Just as she was about to scream, the man suddenly stopped, pulled a photo from his pocket, and held it straight in front of her.

The photo shows her naked and looking shy in a private moment.

"You wouldn't want this photo to appear on newsstands, letting the whole of Beijing see your 'charm,' would you?"

"Where will your husband's reputation be then?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Wenguo had already continued his actions.

Nanako could only bite her lower lip tightly, cover her mouth with both hands, and two warm tears silently slid down her temples.

And this was just the beginning—he took even more photos along the way.

"Who...who are you?!"

Afterwards, she curled up in a corner, her nails digging deep into her clothes, her trembling hands desperately protecting her chest, staring in fear at the man with distinct features and a slightly sinister air before her.

At this moment, her heart was in turmoil: she was trembling with fear, suffocating with anxiety, burning with grievance, and feeling stifled with resentment... There was even a moment when she felt a secret tremor that she was ashamed to admit herself—stemming from his irresistible power.

But more than anything, she felt a deep-seated fear: fear that he would use the photos to force her to betray her husband, fear that he would take the opportunity to disrupt her husband's work, and fear that the man who had always stood tall and straight would bend, be shamed, and collapse because of her.

"My name is Cao Bianrenqi." He grinned, his Japanese as fluent as a native who grew up in Ginza, Tokyo. "Just from my name, you should understand—I love married women like you the most. Don't worry, I have no other intentions, I don't plan to hurt you, and I won't lay a finger on your husband. I just... want to have some fun with you."

Nanako blurted out, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell the teacher about this and he'll send the military police to arrest you?"

"He is the captain of the Beijing Military Police."

Upon hearing this, Li Wenguo immediately concluded: This girl is indeed an uncultured young lady, at most a spoiled housewife.

If you were to say something like that to a ruthless person, they might be dead before the words even left their mouth.

He chuckled, grabbed a stack of photos from the bedside table, and slammed them in front of her, his eyes gleaming with amusement: "If you dare tell anyone, tomorrow every newspaper boy in the capital will be clutching your photos; not just here, I'll send them back to the mainland—Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya, the streets will be filled with pictures of you."

"And it's not just this old photo, it's the ones that were just developed from the camera!"

"Tell me, if your husband saw this... would he be so angry he'd vomit blood and collapse on the spot, or would he draw his sword and commit seppuku to atone for his sins?"

"Gagagagaga!!!"

He tilted his head back and grinned maliciously, his laughter filled with a chilling threat.

"No! Please don't! I'll agree to anything, just please don't show it to anyone else, please... please don't show it to anyone else!"

Nanako's voice trembled, tears streamed down her face, and she shook like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, crying and pleading.

Hey, little girl!

With your easily frightened appearance, you dare to negotiate with me?

With just three sentences, he'll have you completely under his thumb!

Li Wenguo sneered inwardly: This little woman is so easy to manipulate, it's outrageous—I wonder which honey pot Yu Kongdejian pulled out of such a simple and soft creature.