Qiu Juncheng was helped upstairs by his wife. He first washed up briefly, and Ning Yan quickly gave him a carton of milk and a piece of bread. These things were easy to digest and would be fine for him.
He went into the bathroom after finishing a piece of bread and drinking milk.
There was nothing I could do; I hadn't showered for days, and I smelled terrible.
Just as he finished showering and came out, the millet porridge and side dishes were ready.
Do you want me to feed you?
Qiu Juncheng simply shook his head, too exhausted to speak.
Ning Yan stopped talking and watched him eat. After he finished eating, she urged him to go to bed. He slept for more than three hours, then she woke him up and had another meal.
In short, the suffering I've endured these past few days will take a long time to fully recover from the damage to my stomach.
Who are you planning to kill tonight?
Ning Yan chuckled, "I'm not killing anyone tonight, I'm going to the Eight Great Hutongs."
Qiu Juncheng, who had been feeling weak all over, suddenly sat up with a burst of strength. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Don't worry, I won't go looking for that young master. I'll go help ban smoking!"
I won't go into those grand principles, everyone understands them. The main point is that it's too difficult to kill someone again this time. Anyway, her goal is to cause trouble, and the bigger the trouble, the better.
Have you chosen your target?
"I've made my choice. Tonight, I'll target the Koreans!"
Before the Japanese entered Beiping, there were opium dens in Beiping. After Beiping fell, heroin was brought into Beiping by the Japanese army as an anesthetic. Later, Japanese officers discovered the commercial value of heroin and began to sell it secretly in the Eight Great Hutongs.
Later, with the help of the Japanese, Koreans rented and sold houses in the Eight Great Hutongs, and these actions were permitted and public.
Killing the Chinese who run opium dens is useless; only killing those businessmen who dare not sell drugs anymore will make them behave.
Moreover, with so many drug dealers, she wanted to see how the police department would manage to control the situation.
"Then be careful."
"rest assured."
...
After leaving her alley, Ning Yan took out her car and drove straight to the Eight Great Hutongs.
Finding Korean drug dealers is very easy; just look for those big houses decorated in a Korean style—that's definitely them.
Because selling that stuff is so profitable, the Koreans, backed by the Japanese, are incredibly arrogant and don't try to hide it at all.
It's not even 10 o'clock yet, which is the busiest time in the Eight Great Hutongs.
Coincidentally, when Ning Yan arrived at Han Zhengmin's house, a transaction was taking place.
Li Danan ran an opium den in the Eight Great Hutongs. Business was good, so he came here to buy opium.
The amount of money involved in the transaction was substantial; a large box filled with silver sat in the living room.
Several men were standing outside the hall, presumably there to help carry the boxes.
Ning Yan waited patiently for the two to finish their transaction before making her move. She followed Li Zhengmin's servant to the place where he kept the heroin and saw his stash.
The room was absolutely packed with goods.
No, saying the room was full is an exaggeration. There was an empty row on the far left, with five boxes in total. Each box contained about 20 kilograms. There were 241 such boxes in the room, weighing nearly 5,000 kilograms.
These things are all scamming Chinese people, and a lot of money will flow into the hands of Japanese and Koreans.
Thinking about it, I really can't stand it.
I'll keep it for now. This stuff is a bit toxic, but I'll need it sooner or later.
After leaving the warehouse, Ning Yan returned to the main hall.
Then she watched as the opium den owner left with a box full of heroin, and then she watched as Han Zhengmin ordered his men to carry the money into his study.
After everyone left, he opened the secret room in his study, intending to move the box of silver dollars into it himself, but he would never have the chance in his life.
A Mitsubishi bayonet appeared out of nowhere and struck Han Jung-min squarely between the eyebrows. This South Korean man in his thirties had given up his life on this land for money.
Upon entering the secret room, one finds box after box of silver coins, gold bars, and antiques.
Moreover, this secret room is much larger than the warehouse that contained heroin.
He waved and collected everything.
After leaving the study, Ning Yan carried out a thorough purge, killing everyone who was still breathing. They were all Koreans, oh, and two Japanese maids too; she showed them no mercy whatsoever.
After killing the person, she deliberately took out a box and smashed it on the ground, pretending that she had accidentally spilled it while moving it. She also changed into different shoes and walked around the study and backyard several times.
She was familiar with the process.
Stealing so much stuff requires accomplices, doesn't it?
After that, she opened the gate to the backyard of the Han family and moved the large truck out of the shrine. She put all the goods and money on it to increase the load, then drove the truck out of the alley, found a secluded place, and put the truck and goods into the shrine.
She turned around and went back to the Han family home, leaving a note on the wall: Drug dealers shall be killed without mercy!
When they left, they also took Han Zhengmin's Citroen.
...
When Ning Yan returned home, the man in the bed was still awake.
Why aren't you asleep?
Qiu Juncheng thought to himself, what else could it be but worry?
"It's done?"
"With me in charge, is there anything I can't accomplish?"
Ning Yan washed her hands, then took out ginseng chicken soup, a spoon, and a bowl from the Divine Palace.
"Since we're not asleep, let's have another meal."
"What about you? I can't finish all this soup either, you should have some too."
Ning Yan nodded, "Okay, I'll have a bowl too, to keep you company."
The chicken soup was incredibly delicious. Although it contained medicinal herbs, you couldn't taste any of them at all, and it wasn't greasy at all.
After Qiu Juncheng finished his bowl of chicken soup, Ning Yan packed up the things and said excitedly, "Come on, let me show you how many good things I brought back tonight."
Soon, the bedroom floor was filled with boxes of all sizes.
"Look, this is all gold! And these are all silver dollars."
Then many more things appeared on those boxes, "These are all antiques."
Qiu Juncheng: ...
He now understood somewhat why his wife wanted to donate her property to the higher authorities.
If we donate more, it will be too tiring for her to carry all that stuff.
This tiny child is carrying so many things.
"Unfortunately, we cannot leave Beiping City for the time being."
"What's the pity? You can contact someone to come and transport it."
However, we won't donate the antiques, because they would just be wasted now.
"This is definitely something we could do."
...
The next day, news of the Korean businessman's entire family being wiped out made the newspapers, but the Japanese were not as furious as Ning Yan had imagined. However, she soon realized that the status of drug dealers and traitors was different in the eyes of the Japanese.
Moreover, the Japanese now seem to have a "the more lice, the less they bite" mentality; since it was all done by the same person, they might as well investigate, whether they can actually find out is another matter.
After lunch, Luo Siyuan arrived by car.
The driver behind him was carrying a pile of gifts.
Ning Yan naturally gave them a warm welcome, and the two later went into the study. After about half an hour, Luo Siyuan left. (End of Chapter)
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