Courtyard House: I only wiped out 30,000 Japanese pirates

Of the three people, two were holding wooden sticks and one was holding a kitchen knife. The one with the most stable posture seemed to be the leader.

The three people stood in a row, completely blocking the entrance to the alley.

The afternoon sun shone from behind them, casting long shadows that stretched all the way to the wheels of He Dajun's motorcycle.

He Dajun looked at the three people, then at the wall at the end of the alley, and understood everything.

The girl who just pointed him out wasn't showing him the way, she was pointing him into a trap.

That's how Yagyu Un was killed.

This is definitely a resistance fighter.

He Dajun laughed, not out of fear, but out of excitement and even joy.

Those who dared to kill traitors in the occupied territories were either members of major political parties or the Kuomintang, or at least passionate and patriotic compatriots.

Regardless of which side they're on, they're all one of us. He was just worried about not finding a way to connect with the resistance organization, and now they've come to him of their own accord.

He Dajun turned off the motorcycle and slowly got off.

This surprised the three people on the other side, or they couldn't believe it.

What does He Dajun mean by this? Why is he being so arrogant? At the same time, I'm worried that He Dajun might have a gun.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so relaxed when he saw the three of them.

So he ran quickly and rushed towards He Dajun, trying to catch him off guard.

The fastest runner was a young man, the one who had blocked the entrance and blocked Liu Shengyun's retreat not long ago.

He swung the stick at him hard, but He Dajun dodged quickly, rushed in front of the other man, and bumped him with his shoulder.

After taking the Elixir of Life, his strength was several times that of an ordinary person. The impact was like a bull charging up, and the young man flew backward, his back hitting another middle-aged man.

The two of them fell to the ground at the same time and rolled around in a heap.

It became a rolling gourd.

Before the second young man could react, with the wooden stick in his hand just halfway up in the air, He Dajun had already rushed in front of him.

Another collision.

The young man felt as if he had been hit head-on by a car; he was thrown into the air and flew several meters backward before his back slammed onto the bluestone pavement.

He lay on his back in the alley, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, his ribs ached as if several were broken, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.

He Dajun walked up to him and looked him up and down.

The three people lay on the ground, none of them able to get up.

The young man who had been knocked down was in excruciating pain in his chest and couldn't breathe. The older middle-aged man tried to stand up, but his knees buckled and he sat back down. The young man who had been knocked down first was also deathly pale.

The three of them had the same thought at the same time: He Dajun was terrifying, he was practically inhuman.

He Dajun began the interrogation. He asked them which side they were on, who sent them, and why they wanted to kill him.

The three men gritted their teeth, remaining silent. He Dajun walked over and kicked each of them. His toes struck their ribs, the force perfectly controlled.

It hurt so much that people gasped for breath, but the bones weren't broken. The three of them still wouldn't say anything.

The bones are quite strong, though.

Just as He Dajun was about to ask another question, he caught a glimpse of a figure far away at the alley entrance.

It was the same young girl from earlier. She peeked over from the alley entrance, and He Dajun had already rushed over.

The girl didn't expect He Dajun to be so vigilant and react so quickly. She turned and ran, but He Dajun grabbed her wrist after only a few steps.

He Dajun felt a bit of pity for this young woman.

He simply held her wrist with very light pressure, but his fingers were firmly clenched, so that no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

They half-dragged, half-brought her back to this side of the alley.

He pushed the girl in front of the three men, still holding her wrist, and said to them, "If you don't talk, I'll hand her over to the Imperial Army. You should know better than I how the Imperial Army interrogates female prisoners."

The three men were now quite angry.

If looks could kill, He Dajun would have died ten thousand times over.

After a few seconds of silence, the middle-aged man finally spoke.

His voice was low and resigned: "We are from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong).

He Dajun felt a weight lifted from his heart. The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong), the CCP.

He took all four of them back to the room where they were hiding, the same room where Yagyu Un was killed.

The windows were boarded up, the light was dim, and a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

As soon as he let go, the girl immediately ran to the middle-aged man's side, squatted down and held onto his arm, her eyes still fixed on He Dajun, like a little wildcat cornered against a wall.

All four of them knew they were probably doomed this time.

I couldn't fight back, and I couldn't escape. I was captured alive by a traitorous dog. It was so frustrating.

They had seen what happened to their comrades who fell into the hands of the Japanese, and they had also seen what happened to those who fell into the hands of traitors. They had even seen traitors who were more ruthless than the Japanese.

He Dajun stood in the middle of the room, his gaze sweeping over each of the four faces, and suddenly asked, "Where is my subordinate whom you killed?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then pointed to a stone slab on the ground in the corner of the room. He Dajun walked over, squatted down, felt the edge of the slab, found a groove, and pulled hard.

The stone slab was lifted up, revealing a dark entrance underneath.

tunnel.

A damp, earthy smell wafted up from the cave entrance.

Just as he bent down to look into the tunnel, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and rammed into He Dajun's back with all his might.

This was to prepare to ram He Dajun into the tunnel.

That's why he told He Dajun about the tunnel—a trap.

They simply underestimated He Dajun's reaction speed and strength.

He Dajun dodged to the side, and the middle-aged man missed his target. The inertia carried him towards the cave entrance, and He Dajun pushed him on the back, causing the middle-aged man to fall headfirst into the tunnel.

It rolled several times on the steps before stopping with a muffled groan.

The difference made him hold his breath.

The remaining three people exchanged glances.

The young girl bit her lip, gave a low shout, and charged towards He Dajun.

Her movements were quick but erratic. He Dajun dodged to the side, grabbed her wrist, twisted it gently, and pushed her aside. He controlled the force very lightly, but it was enough to make her fall to the ground.

Two young men rushed forward at the same time, their fists flying powerfully.

He Dajun didn't fight back, he just dodged a few times, then grabbed the two men by the collar and pushed them toward the tunnel entrance. The two men lost their footing and tumbled down the steps.

The young girl was the last one. She stood at the edge of the tunnel entrance, her legs trembling, but her chin held high.

He Dajun looked at her, but didn't push her. He just turned his head slightly towards the tunnel entrance.

The girl bit her lip, then turned and went inside.

He Dajun slowly walked in as well. The tunnel wasn't big; the four of them were squeezed between the rammed earth walls, with him blocking the way at the very back.

In the dimly lit tunnel, despair was written on the faces of the four men.

Having fallen into the hands of a traitorous dog, and having his secret hideout discovered, there's absolutely no way he can survive now.

He Dajun sat down on the steps, closed the tunnel entrance, looked at the four men, and suddenly said, "The man you just killed, who was my subordinate, wasn't a traitor. He was a Special Higher Police agent. His real name was Liu Shengyun."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was greatly surprised.

This reversal is huge.

The other three's expressions changed.

He Dajun continued to explain, "I deliberately recruited him into the puppet army so that I could keep an eye on him and use his identity to cover up the resistance."

The tunnel was silent for several seconds, which was completely counterintuitive.