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

"Let's go take a look."

"Why...why...why see him?"

"I...I don't want to see him."

Hongyu's throat tightened, and her face instantly lost three-tenths of its color.

This man set a trap that almost got her beaten to death. She was trying to avoid him, so how could she dare to approach him?

The person she least wanted to encounter in her life was this pimp.

"Remember to have some fun."

Li Wenguo completely ignored the change in his wife's expression, tossed out a sentence, and left.

浪？

Hongyu was startled, and her husband's question from two days ago flashed through her mind—"Did Xue Yong touch you? Did he reach out?" A thought flashed through the fog like lightning and pierced straight into her heart.

Could it be... that we really want to put on a live sex show right under that person's nose?

Hongyu's face immediately burned hot, and even her ears turned red.

If Li Wenguo knew that she was thinking about this right now, he would definitely give her a sharp whack on the back of the head—you've got the wrong idea!

How could Li Wenguo's woman be allowed to be stared at by other men with wide eyes?

But Hongyu knew nothing of this and simply did as she was told. With a twist of her waist and a sway of her feet, she began to sway like a water snake, which was indeed captivating.

Xue Yong's heart was pounding, and his throat was dry and tight, but when he looked up and saw the person who came, his heart sank; when he glanced at Hongyu again, his gaze was as if he were drawn by a magnet and could not look away—that figure, that charm, that wild and alluring aura that was overwhelming, would have made nine out of ten men lose their souls in the Republican era.

"My wife, isn't she hot enough?"

Li Wenguo put his arm around Hongyu's shoulder and his other hand rudely slipped inside her collar.

Hongyu leaned into his arms and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying~"

Xue Yong's Adam's apple bobbed as he snapped back to reality. He tried to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but his mouth was tightly stuffed with cloth. He could only stare wide-eyed, his whites bloodshot.

Li Wenguo, however, had already read two words deep in his pupils: Spare my life.

That's right, it's begging for mercy.

Xue Yong's mind was rewinding rapidly—this morning, the rickshaw hadn't come, so he had to take a shortcut through the alley. He had only taken a few steps after turning in when he heard three pairs of footsteps behind him, getting closer and closer, more and more hurried.

At first he didn’t pay attention, but when the footsteps were so fast they felt like they were stepping on his spine, his hair stood on end.

He turned around abruptly and saw three burly men closing in on him, their eyes cold and menacing, lunging straight at him.

He took off running, wanting nothing more than to rush into the bustling city center, hoping that even just one more breath would be a chance to survive.

But the other person was too fast, and it looked like he would be knocked to the ground within ten seconds.

There was a sharp bend ahead, which he recognized—the main street was just around the corner, and a bustling intersection was only 300 meters away.

He gritted his teeth and rushed into the bend, only to bump into two secret agents in gray coats!

Overjoyed, he immediately shouted, "Officers, save me! Someone's trying to kill me!"

"Committing a crime in broad daylight? That's incredibly audacious!"

Wu Xiaogou glared and shouted on the spot.

Before he finished speaking, Haozi and the others turned around, paused upon seeing this, and slowly strolled forward.

"I advise you to stay out of this."

"Ha, where did this bastard come from? Kidnapping someone and still acting so arrogantly?"

Xiao Jie glared at Hao Zi, his eyes so fierce they could rip flesh out.

"This is the man Master Li specifically requested."

Haozi's lips twitched, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Wu Xiaogou and Xiao Jie's faces turned deathly pale, and they blurted out, "Oh dear, we didn't see anything!"

"Right, right, I know nothing! I still have to go catch Japanese spies, goodbye!"

The two turned and slipped away, their shoulders shrugging as they clearly suppressed a laugh.

Xue Yong froze on the spot—how powerful must the backing be for someone even spies avoid?

He only fully regained his senses when Haozi approached him with a handkerchief soaked in sleeping pills, but by then his body was already limp and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

So at this moment, he was terrified of Li Wenguo, so terrified that his very bones were trembling.

How could I possibly set my sights on such a ruthless character?

Actually, Wu Xiaogou and Xiao Jie were just putting on a show for Haozi; their cowardly behavior was purely a spur-of-the-moment attempt to tease him.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yong believed it to the core and was terrified.

"Take the cloth ball away."

As soon as Li Wenguo finished speaking, Haozi ripped the rag out of Xue Yong's mouth.

"Spare me! Spare me! I shouldn't have made things difficult for Aunt Yang, I'm a bastard, I deserve to die! Please, have mercy..."

As soon as the cloth ball left his mouth, Xue Yong kowtowed repeatedly.

He knew perfectly well that someone like Master Li didn't care about the laws of the Party and the State. Taking his life was just a matter of a word.

If he still stubbornly insists that "I have someone backing me," he might end up dead in the street in the next second.

Right now, the only options are to kneel, beg, and admit fault.

"Oh, right... the 50,000 silver dollars are still in the manager's drawer! Spare my life, and I'll take some men to get them right away!"

He figured that the only reason they kidnapped him was for the 50,000 silver dollars and to vent his anger; if they could let him go back to get the money, he might be able to save his life.

He desperately tried to save himself.

"Are you fucking blind or stupid? Do you think I'm short of money?"

Li Wenguo suddenly roared and kicked him hard in the stomach.

The kick was so powerful that Xue Yong's face turned as white as paper, and he gagged incessantly—but he hadn't eaten dinner and only coughed up a few mouthfuls of acid.

His stomach felt like it had been hit by a hammer, churning and writhing in pain, so painful that he curled up like a shrimp and couldn't straighten up for a long time.

Hongyu's heart skipped a beat as she watched from the side. She secretly rejoiced: "Luckily, the master didn't really kick me here back then, otherwise my body would probably be ruined and I would have a hard time getting pregnant again!"

She knew how much her husband valued the continuation of the family line, and had long ago established a rule—whoever gave birth to a child would receive a thousand silver dollars. But what they were fighting over wasn't just that little bit of money; it was clearly their confidence in dividing the family property later.

If one loses hope of having offspring, falling out of favor is only a matter of time, and one's status will immediately plummet.

"Ha... Tsk!"

"Ha... Tsk!"

In the deathly silent basement, only Xue Yong's heavy breathing could be heard, one breath after another, like a broken bellows being pulled.

Li Wenguo wasn't in a hurry. After he recovered, he slumped onto the sofa, his hand already slipping inside Hongyu's skirt, caressing her back and forth. Hongyu didn't dodge, sometimes letting out a soft moan, sometimes playfully pushing him away, her eyes sparkling with allure.

Seeing that Xue Yong's breathing had stabilized, Li Wenguo spat again: "You pimp, you scumbag! You look down on people! You dare to covet my wife?"

"Who do you think you are? You're already being blessed by God and I'm doing you a favor by catching a glimpse of her from afar! And you still dare to have such wicked thoughts? You're an ungrateful wretch, worse than an animal..."

He cursed until his throat was dry before he finally stopped.

Upon hearing that there was an opening, Xue Yong immediately kowtowed and admitted his mistake, his voice trembling.

His eyes were fixed on the ground, not daring to glance at Hongyu—the woman's rouge was not applied evenly under her eyes, her neckline was slightly open, and her whole body exuded a captivating heat. He was afraid that if he looked at her for too long, his heart would be thrown into chaos.

"Beg for mercy? Beg my ass! You're going to die today, and you won't live past sunrise tomorrow!"

Li Wenguo was annoyed by what he was hearing and cut him off.

He pulled his hand away from Hongyu's thigh, but grabbed her chin instead, glancing sideways at Xue Yong with a cold smile: "Damn, I remember you touched my wife here before, didn't you?"

"No! Really, no! I... I just reached out my hand, and Aunt Yang dodged it; I didn't even touch the hem of her clothes!"

Xue Yong hurriedly denied it, and even glanced at Hongyu—but as soon as his eyes met her flushed, spring-like face, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his eyelids.

Oh shit!

That woman is a complete femme fatale!

I'm about to meet my maker, why am I still having these kinds of thoughts?

This is fucking weird!

"Didn't touch it?"

"Ha... My wife doesn't say that."

"Hongyu, come here, tell me—did you touch her or not?"

His tone was languid, yet it held a hook.

Hongyu raised an eyebrow, her eyes glistening with tears, and looked towards Xue Yong.

Xue Yong subconsciously looked up, and when he met her electrifying eyes, his heart skipped a beat. His pleading gaze involuntarily became misty.

"Of course I touched him, sir~" Her voice was so soft it could drip honey, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes. "That man pounced on me like a hungry wolf, his eyes practically wanting to devour me alive! His dirty hand gripped my chin so tightly, if I hadn't pulled away quickly, he probably would have crushed my bones..."

"Nonsense! Aunt Yang is holding a grudge against me and is deliberately framing me!"

"Mr. Li, please believe me! I really didn't do anything!"

Xue Yong was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead as he desperately tried to clear his name.

He mentally slapped himself again: At this critical juncture, what am I still looking at!

"Don't believe me? The way you were staring at my wife just now, all sticky and hot, your mind full of filthy thoughts, do you think I'm blind?"

Li Wenguo was actually a little impressed—this kid was incredibly bold; even on the verge of death, he was still completely infatuated with his own wife.

He didn't think that at this moment, Hongyu was so beautiful that she was bewitching, so dazzling that she was dazzling, and so spicy that she was scalding. The combination of these three qualities would make even a saint who could remain unmoved by a woman in his arms break down on the spot.

But that's precisely why the scene is so exciting—

From beginning to end, I never intended for him to die a good death; what I wanted was to destroy his spirit, not just cut off his head.

"No...no...this..."

Xue Yong was speechless. He opened and closed his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat—caught red-handed, how could he possibly explain it?

"Haozi, Big Eyes, chop off his right thumb, index finger, and middle finger."

Li Wenguo's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.

The main event has finally begun.

Upon hearing this, Xue Yong shuddered, his teeth chattering—cut off three fingers? How painful would that be?

It's exactly like being taken to the execution platform!

How could there be such a ruthless person in the world!

Hongyu was also stunned. She had thought that at most a few bones would be broken, but who would have thought... they would really chop them up?

A chill ran down my spine, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Xue Yong had already collapsed to the ground, crying and begging for mercy: "No! Please don't! I really didn't do it! It's all a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! Please, have mercy!"

Haozi and Dayan had already moved a sturdy elmwood table over, and on the knife rack lay a gleaming, gleaming ghost-head knife, its blade so sharpened that it could reflect a person's image.

The two men quickly untied the ropes binding Xue Yong and then tightly bound him with new ropes—his left wrist and ankle were completely cut into his flesh, and his waist was wrapped twice. They then dragged him to the table and held him down.

"No! No—!"

Haozi pressed down on the back of his neck with one hand and firmly held down his right wrist with the other, pinning him to the edge of the table.

Big Eyes grabbed his tightly clenched fist, his knuckles cracking, and forcefully pried open his curled fingers.

"Open your hands."

Li Wenguo noticed that Hongyu's face had turned pale and she turned her head away, not daring to look at him. He then reached out and grabbed her chin, turning her head back to normal without giving her a chance to speak.

"Sir...I dare not look!"

Hongyu was forced to turn her face away, but immediately closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings in the wind.

"Open your eyes."

"So that you'll remember this—if you do something wrong, you have to be punished."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like iron nails hammering into eardrums. There was a warning in those words, a stark reminder.

Hongyu had no choice but to bite her lip and open her eyes.

"Snap—!"

"ah--!!!"

The blade struck the table, blood splattered, and Xue Yong's scream tore through the air.

The red jade was as red as gold paper on the spot.

How could someone who wouldn't even dare to watch a chicken being killed normally withstand such a bloody scene?