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

For Lou Bancheng, regardless of whether He Dajun's words were true or not, cooperating with Sasaki would ensure his safety.

This is actually very important.

Alas, with the country destroyed and the family ruined, one has no choice but to bow one's head when under someone's roof.

Meanwhile, He Dajun returned to the steel rolling mill and went straight to Sasaki's office.

Sasaki was sitting behind the table reading documents when he saw He Dajun knock on the door and come in. He raised his eyelids slightly.

He Dajun bent down, his face plastered with that standard sycophantic smile, and repeated the words that "Lou Bancheng has already learned to be afraid and has expressed his willingness to fully cooperate with the Imperial Army."

Sasaki leaned back in his chair, didn't laugh, but simply nodded and said, "Let's see."

He had no illusions about the cooperation of this richest man in Daxia. Many Daxia businessmen were slippery eels, talking a good game but who knew what they were up to behind the scenes.

Ultimately, it's the results that matter, not the attitude.

Otherwise, what's the point of talking a good game if you can sing a good song?

He Dajun got off work at 6:30 pm.

He rode his three-wheeled motorcycle, chugging along through several streets, back to Nanluoguxiang.

He parked the motorcycle in the courtyard, got off, and limped home, leaning on a wooden cane.

Upon meeting Bai Ling, we chatted for a few minutes and I learned that two unfamiliar faces had moved into the courtyard.

Bai Ling's words were naturally meaningful, as she was also an underground worker.

So I decided to go and take a look.

This young couple lived in the room at the very end of the west wing.

The house had been empty for a long time; the paint on the doors had almost completely peeled off, and the window paper had several holes.

The door is open, and a woman in her early twenties, wearing a floral blouse, is standing on tiptoe pasting new paper onto the window.

There was an old wicker trunk and two cloth bundles on the ground next to her, clearly indicating that they had just been moved in.

The woman turned around when she heard footsteps, smiled at He Dajun, and gave him a gentle smile, like an ordinary young wife.

There was another man inside, squatting on the floor tidying up his things. He stood up when he heard the noise at the door.

The man was also in his twenties, of medium height, wearing a gray cloth shirt, with a polite smile on his face, and nodded to He Dajun as a greeting.

He Dajun stood in the courtyard, leaning on a wooden cane, watching the young couple. His expression was calm, but alarm bells were ringing in his mind.

After the fall of Beijing, who among ordinary people dared to move casually? Let alone move to a core area like a courtyard house.

The man and woman had no choice but to move in right when he became the captain of the puppet army and was making a big fuss about recruiting soldiers.

It was either someone sent by the Japanese Special Higher Police to keep an eye on him, or someone sent by some organization to find out his background.

Regardless of who sent them, investigate first.

The main reason is that he is outwardly a traitor, but he has killed a lot of Japanese soldiers, which is a secret that cannot be known to anyone else.

He Dajun began to introduce himself as the captain of the puppet army, who was currently recruiting outstanding puppet army soldiers.

After speaking, she glanced around the room, then looked back at the young man.

He looked at the man, remained silent for a few seconds, and then, without any warning, raised his left leg, which was wrapped in bandages, and kicked the man hard in the stomach.

The kick was quite powerful; the man flew backward, his back slammed against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and he bounced back to fall to the ground.

The woman screamed, dropped the fire tongs in her hand, and took two steps back in fright.

[The True Saint of the Pastoral Realm has achieved extreme defense penetration; the host has gained 20 points for demon-slaying defense penetration.]

[Zhu Qiuling's extreme defense penetration grants the host 10 points for demon-slaying defense penetration.]

He Dajun's eyes lit up. Good heavens, it was actually a Japanese soldier. He became interested.

He walked over with his wooden stick, grabbed Tianyuan Zhensheng by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and gave him a good beating.

The fists landed squarely on his face, chest, and stomach.

It seemed that every punch he threw was an act of venting anger for the people of Beijing.

Tianyuan Zhensheng was beaten until his face was covered in blood, one of his teeth was knocked out, and half of his nose was crooked.

He huddled under the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his hands covering his head, pleading, "Captain He, spare me!" His voice was choked with sobs and the metallic tang of blood.

The woman lunged at He Dajun to pull him away, but he shoved her away with an elbow, sending her crashing to the edge of the stove. Her forehead hit the edge of the stove, leaving a bloody mark.

He Dajun didn't stop until his fists ached.

He pretended to catch his breath, looking at the bloodied and curled-up Tianyuan Zhensheng on the ground, a chilling grin on his face: "You son of a bitch, I could tell you didn't look like a good guy. You're definitely a resistance fighter, trying to mess with me."

Tian Yuanzhensheng and Zhu Qiuling broke through their defenses again.

Seeing the young couple who were on edge, especially the Japanese soldier, He Dajun was overjoyed. He could use this trick to distinguish who was a Japanese soldier, who was a citizen of Great Xia, and who was a member of the Communist Party.

Because if you beat the other person up, they will definitely break down and their identity will be exposed.

Using the system like this is truly unbeatable.

He Dajun felt a surge of pleasure as he looked at Tian Yuanzhensheng's blood-stained face.

That little devil probably never imagined that he would be dragged out so soon after moving into the courtyard house, before he even had a chance to settle in.

He leaned on his wooden cane and walked to the door, shouting at the top of his lungs into the courtyard, "Brother! Sister-in-law! Bai Ling! Come out! Something's happened!"

His voice was full of energy and could be heard throughout the entire courtyard.

He Daqing was feeding Shazhu water inside the house when he heard the shouts. He put the bowl on the table and ran outside.

He Liu followed behind, still clutching a rag in her hand.

Bai Ling came out of the side room with a calm expression, but her eyes were already scanning the courtyard.

She was the only one who was professional and knowledgeable, and knew that He Dajun wouldn't call for someone without a reason.

Even the deaf old lady ran out quickly from the backyard.

The deaf old lady is actually very young, only in her forties.

Jia Zhangshi followed behind her, craning her neck to look in this direction. There were no men in the courtyard; Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Xu Wude were still at the steel rolling mill, not yet off work.

He Dajun stood at the door of the west wing, pointing at Tian Yuanzhensheng curled up on the ground and Zhu Qiuling shivering by the stove, and said to the crowd that had rushed over.

"These two men, moving into our courtyard at a time like this, acting so suspiciously, they're obviously up to no good! I suspect they're resistance fighters, here to spy on the Imperial Army!"

He Daqing stood at the door and glanced inside. He saw the man curled up on the ground with his face covered in blood, and the woman with a cut on her forehead, her face pale and her body trembling. He felt a pang of pity.

That's too cruel. Even if you suspect someone, you can't beat them up like that.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but was tugged at by Madam He Liu from behind.

Looking at He Dajun's expression and then at the two people on the ground, He Liu felt that He Dajun had gone too far, but she believed that her brother-in-law would not act without reason.

These days, just being alive is a blessing. Dajun is working for the Japanese outside, and he's offended so many people. It's always better to be careful.

Bai Ling was the first to walk into the room.