The little girl took off her vest and handed it to her father.

After securing the small bag slung across my shoulder, I took a running start and, with a few quick movements, sprang up to the lookout post.

Sure enough, there was someone on the lookout post, but the person was already fast asleep and drooling.

Zhao Qinghe held the sleeping incense under the man's nose, and after a few breaths, he completely lost consciousness.

Zhao Qinghe drew her dagger and slit the man's throat.

She did this for safety reasons, considering her age and physical limitations.

If you really fight someone head-on, you might end up at a disadvantage.

Using his light-footed skills, he leaped to another lookout post.

This time the little girl wasn't so troublesome; she actually slept with her head tilted back.

The large neck was right there, clearly visible even without moonlight.

With a single stab, blood spurted out, and before he could even make a sound, he was dead.

Zhao Qinghe came down from the lookout post, and Zhao Yonggeng followed Zhao Qinglin into the mountain stronghold.

The three men took the enhanced sleeping powder from Zhao Qinghe and tiptoed to administer it.

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

Wherever there was a window, they would spray sleeping pills inside. Fifteen minutes later, all the rooms were drugged.

Even so, the three men were still uneasy, so they gestured and walked towards the back of the house.

Hehe, suddenly the old man stopped in his tracks.

Damn it, there are people active in the backyard in the middle of the night.

The three men quickly found hidden spots and hid.

A moment later, four men were seen walking towards the front yard while fastening their trousers.

"Damn it, I was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, and now I have to get up and keep watch. It's such a hassle."

Do we really need to keep watch on this mountain?

Who would dare to come up here without risking their life?

"Not to mention anything far away, even the magistrates of Mocheng and Tacheng can't do anything to us."

Several people walked along, grumbling as they went.

"Oh dear, why do I feel so confused?" Suddenly, one of the bandits collapsed to the ground.

One of the bandits reached out to pull the one who had fallen to the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Damn it, we've been tricked..." Another one fell down.

Just as the last one was about to pull out the whistle from his neck and blow it, Zhao Yonggeng, who was hiding to the side, knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck.

None of the bandits on this mountain are innocent; according to the law, they should also be executed.

Zhao Yonggeng, being very kind, gave the men a quick death. Then he dragged them to a secluded spot.

This time, when I walked towards the backyard again, I didn't find anyone.

Even so, for safety reasons, Zhao Qinghe also threw sleeping pills into the woodshed, stable, and other places in the backyard.

Back in the front yard, Zhao Yonggeng set fire to the watchtower.

The raging fire signaled to the people below that the problem on the mountain had been resolved.

The people at the foot of the mountain were already anxiously waiting.

Upon seeing the fire on the mountain, they immediately sped up and headed towards the mountain.

In order to get up the mountain faster, they lit torches, and sure enough, they were much faster than Zhao Yonggeng and his two sons.

When the group entered the mountain stronghold and were about to break down the door, Zhao Yonggeng stopped them and asked them to put on wet face towels.

Everyone in each room was dragged out of their rooms.

They were all tied up like rice dumplings. After counting the number of people, including the eight people who were killed by Zhao Yonggeng and his two sons, there were a total of 72 people.

It's a bit strange, though. Normally, the main house should be where the head of the household lives, so why wasn't anyone found inside?

This is very wrong.

They had someone fetch a bucket of water and casually poured it on the head of one of the bandits.

"Damn it, which bastard dares to splash me?" The bandit started cursing before he even opened his eyes.

When they regained their senses and saw so many strangers in front of them, each carrying a knife, the bandits were dumbfounded.

"Tell me, who is your leader, and which room does he live in?"

Then the bandits were forced to work, and were dragged around to look at all the unconscious people, but they couldn't find their leader.

A glint flashed in the young man's eyes, and he was about to spout nonsense and point fingers when Zhao Qinglin, who had been observing him, lashed him with a whip.

Screams echoed throughout the entire mountain village.

Zhao Qinglin brandished the whip in her hand.

"Don't try any tricks, there's no one like your boss here."

Tell me, which room does your leader live in?

The bandit was afraid of being whipped again if he wasn't careful. He thought to himself that Zhao Qinglin was a monster. How did she know he was going to lie?

It has been confirmed that the head of the household does indeed live in the main house.

The young girl, Zhao Qinghe, stroked her chin.

"That's not right. The medicine I prepared is so potent that even a tiger would sleep for three days without an antidote or strong external stimuli."

Since the person hasn't left the mountain stronghold and can't be found, it can only mean that…

“This means there’s a hidden room inside,” Zhao Yonggeng and Zhao Qinglin said in unison.

Zhao Qinghe gave her father and sister each an antidote pill before allowing them to enter and search.

While wearing a wet towel can help resist sedatives, it only works temporarily. If left untreated for an extended period, the effects will still be noticeable.

However, preparing the antidote is quite expensive.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Zhao Qinghe would not give the antidote to others casually.

The three men led people into the main house, lit torches and candles, and instantly the entire main house was as bright as day.

The group started knocking and banging, and discovered a clue on the wall behind the armchair.

Zhao Qinglin pressed on the wall a few times, and soon a crack popped open in the wall.

Zhao Yonggeng, carrying a knife, waved his hand, signaling everyone to scatter to either side.

Then use the tip of a knife to pry open the hidden door.

No one jumped out from inside, nor were any hidden weapons shot out.

Zhao Yonggeng narrowed his eyes and was about to make a move when Zhao Qinglin threw in a stinky pill and then closed the hidden door as quickly as possible.

After a while, coughing and cursing sounds came from inside.

"Damn it, this stuff is disgusting and stinks! What is this filthy thing?"

"I will definitely grind you to dust."

The incompetent shouting was accompanied by violent coughing, making it seem as if the person inside was about to cough up their lungs.

Zhao Yonggeng looked at Zhao Qinghe, who shook her head and smiled.

"No rush, wait a little longer. Let him experience the power of the skunk's fart a little longer."

Okay, when it comes to dirty tricks, his little girl is the best in the world.

Half an hour later, the person inside tried to push the door open to come out, but Zhao Qinghe gestured for her to hold the door shut, preventing the person inside from coming out.

Fifteen minutes later, the person inside was crying uncontrollably, begging for a quick death so that he could be released.

Clearly, this person had been choked to the point of despair.

The main problem is that those stinky pills not only smell bad, but also have a certain hallucinogenic effect.

The bandits had already committed too many killings, and under the influence of the stench, he seemed to see the rotting corpses of those he had killed, walking towards him accompanied by waves of stench.

Everyone wanted to take his life, and not only that, he also had a strong feeling of suffocation.

Tormented by both physical and mental strain, the leader broke down.