An important leader's private car exploded on the street. The driver was sniped, and the female relatives inside the car, along with an eight-year-old child, were burned to death in the flames!

Kakero has gone mad!

Fortunately, no civilians were injured or killed, and thankfully the car exploded in the middle of the road without affecting passersby.

The Revolutionary Committee, the Public Security Bureau, and the military were all mobilized.

An elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, his eyes bloodshot, knelt beside the charred corpse and roared in anguish:

"Miyano, Ruan Xianxian, I will make sure you die a horrible death!"

Many important figures attended the ceremony to express their condolences.

A moment later, the representatives of the three parties brought back two American-made sniper rifles from a high-rise building next to the crime scene, and everyone's expression turned tense.

One of them spoke up: "Isn't this the sniper rifle that Old Mi provided to us?"

After comparison and testing, half a fingerprint was finally found on the gun butt, ruling out Miyano as a suspect.

However, the victim believed that Miyano was responsible for killing his wife and children. Despite the obstruction, he found out where Miyano was and ordered Kabuo to come and arrest him.

When the people rushed in, Miyano was measuring the dimensions and materials for the furniture to be made with the craftsmen.

"What kind of timber do you plan to use? I have some black walnut wood on hand; you can find some and send it over if you have your own ideas."

"Make it to your liking."

The old man was not tall, but he had a pair of large, thick, and long hands. He held the welding fumes behind his back, looking rather regretful.

"The rich color of rosewood is the perfect match for this mansion, while the color of pear wood suits you young people. It's a pity... the old man doesn't have any of that!"

His eyes flickered, and as if remembering something, he casually remarked, "Don't young people these days like to volunteer at scrap yards?"

Bring back any old, broken furniture, refurbish it, and it'll be practically indistinguishable from new furniture.

He was suggesting that the two of them go to the scrap yard to get some old materials. How could Ruan Xianxian not understand? The house was repaired by the old man, and he probably felt from the bottom of his heart that black walnuts were not good enough for this place.

The mall not only sells rosewood products, but also complete sets of rosewood furniture.

However, Ruan Xianxian felt that even if mass-produced furniture used the best materials, it still lacked the charm of furniture carved by hand.

It's unrealistic to expect the old man to build a complete set of furniture for the four courtyards; it would take him forever.

After discussing it, the two decided to hand over the main courtyard to the old man and his sons, and buy the rest of the courtyards from the mall.

She didn't hide anything, "Mr. Ji, I have a batch of sandalwood, enough..."

Before he could finish speaking about how much he could afford to occupy the courtyard, Old Ji stopped puffing on his pipe, his eyes lit up, and the furrows on his brows relaxed.

"Really? Are you just standing here waiting to be struck by lightning? Why aren't you bringing the materials over?"

"A daybed, two wardrobes, a chaise lounge, a dressing table, a desk..." Old Ji said happily, gesturing with his hands.

“This main building is big enough. In modern China, there’s no need to replicate everything from ancient times. What do you all think?”

Remembering the most crucial point, he asked again, "Do you have enough timber for what I mentioned?"

"That's enough! There are enough tables and chairs in the dining room and the reception room!"

Old Master Ji was overjoyed. His ancestors had participated in the construction of the imperial palace, and his family had been craftsmen responsible for its repair for generations. After the event began, he gradually retired to his home.

His main job was restoration, and he dreamed of building a mansion entirely made of rosewood. However, after the event, the already scarce wood was completely destroyed by fire.

I thought I would have this regret until I died, but I never expected that two young people would provide this opportunity.

“Okay!” Ruan Xianxian readily agreed. “I’ll have my boyfriend find a car to take you home later.”

Mr. Ji nodded in satisfaction, "Later is better, while it's still dark."

Ruan Xianxian: Goodness, you're in a hurry!

With rosewood as the material, Mr. Ji became even more meticulous. The three of them were discussing where to place which furniture, aiming to present an antique charm without simply copying others...

Miyano's ears twitched, and he suddenly looked towards the front yard.

Ruan Xianxian was a little slower than him and looked over as well. She squinted her eyes and said, "Old Gong, there are rats in the house. You take Old Ji out the back door first, and I'll go and deal with them."

After saying that, he stepped out of the main building.

Mr. Ji was puzzled, and Gong Ye didn't explain further. "You're a professional when it comes to renovating old houses. I'll deliver the timber to your yard later. This way, please."

Old Ji glanced at the front yard, making plans in his mind, and didn't linger any longer.

He rushed out of the backyard and urged Gong Ye to go back, saying, "Old man, I have hands and feet and I can walk home by myself. You should hurry back and bring the wood over as soon as possible; it's better to do something superficial than to do something insincere."

The words were harsh, but they indicated that something might have happened at home and urged him to go back immediately.

Only after watching the old man's hurried back and confirming that there were no members of the Revolutionary Guards along the way from the back door did Miyano turn around, his smiling face turning completely cold.

The color under the eyes is deep and dark.

...

The Gewei gang stormed through the gate, about twenty men carrying sticks and looking menacing.

Fan Caicai, who was ordered to cut paper-cuts for the window in the gatehouse, rushed out upon hearing the noise and stood in front of the screen wall.

"What are you doing? Do you know this is a private residence? Do you have no respect for the law?"

The leader looked him up and down, but didn't answer. Instead, he said, "You're Gong Ye? We have orders that you're suspected of shooting a leader's family member. Come with us."

Fan Caicai was quite surprised that he didn't say "I am the law." He pushed up his glasses and looked at the leader seriously.

"First of all, I am not Miyano."

Secondly, who is your superior? Did he order you to do this? Even if your superior were here in person, he would have to address Miyano as "superior" and say, "Bring people here, where's the arrest warrant?"

"Shut up." The leader shoved Fan Caicai to the ground, where she fell flat on her back like a little turtle, her glasses flying off.

He half-scrambled to his feet, groping around on the ground with both hands, "Where are my glasses?"

This move amused the Gewei Association, who couldn't help but laugh. The leader gave it a disdainful look and raised his hand in a gesture of respect.

"Brothers, smash it!"

“A young man who works for a unit is living in a courtyard house. Is he a counter-revolutionary? Smash the courtyard and take him back for a thorough interrogation.”

Besides murder, what other wrongdoings, bad deeds, or illegal acts have you committed over the years?

The neighbors outside the door pointed and whispered, and more than twenty people rushed inside. Fan Caicai got up, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Just as Kakeroshiki passed through the screen wall and raised his long stick, a fair-skinned girl wearing a bright red winter coat walked out from the hanging flower gate.

She had her hands in her pockets, a half-smile on her face.

"The courtyard was a wedding gift from the old gentleman to my wife and me. Are you implying that everyone involved with this courtyard is a counter-revolutionary?"

The leader's expression changed drastically. Before coming, he hadn't been told that the courtyard was a gift from the old gentleman, and his arrogance instantly diminished.

"Who are you, the one who runs the Gewei Association?"

Ruan Xianxian looked up at a broken window and slowly untied the nine-section whip from her waist.

"Who I am is not important. Your malicious destruction of the courtyard that the old man ordered to be repaired is a slap in his face."

Letting you leave this courtyard fully functional is tantamount to approving your actions, isn't it?

Her eyes flashed with a cold light, and her nine-section whip lashed out like a serpent, wrapping around the neck of the nearest person. "Die!"