Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

As the voice sounded, a tall figure suddenly appeared from behind the small building. He was very tall and strong.

He is a handsome middle-aged man in his 40s with a dignified look. Judging from his facial features, he is about % similar to Qi Liang. He should be his father Zheng Yuming.

"Wait!" He shouted again the moment he jumped out.

"Wait till you're paralyzed!"

Du Weiguo cursed back angrily, without stopping at all, and rushed towards the small building like lightning.

Damn it, you just shot me dozens of times and stabbed me in the stomach, and now you want to stop now that you’re at a disadvantage. How can such a good thing happen in the world?
"Duoduoduo~"

The cold light flashed, and the sharp rain of swords appeared again, but this time it could no longer threaten Du Weiguo. The few sparse trees outside the yard protected him from the disaster.

The reason why I was in such a panic just now was because there was no cover on the road and there were no obstacles to dodge.

Even though there are only a few more trees now, he has room to move and dodge, making it difficult for him to be hit.

Du Weiguo was extremely fast. In a flash, he rushed to the gate of the courtyard. Without hesitation, he let out a low roar and rushed towards the gate like a bull.

"Boom~" The solid wooden door, which was three fingers thick, was instantly smashed into pieces by him.

Du Weiguo's figure was not delayed at all. Like an arrow shot from a bow, he rushed to Zheng Yuming amidst the flying broken boards and wood chips.

"Shu~"

The small Tang sword swung out a dim crescent-shaped blade light, with an unstoppable sharp momentum, and slashed fiercely at Zheng Yuming's throat.

At the critical moment, a scimitar made of fine steel suddenly appeared on the forward trajectory of the small Tang sword.

"Qiang!"

The scimitar accurately blocked the small Tang sword, but it could not withstand the huge force contained in the blade and was chopped into pieces.

Even Zheng Yuming was knocked down by the huge force.

In an instant, his cheeks, neck, and shoulders were all pierced with broken pieces of the flying knives, and blood was gushing out.

The worst thing was that his right hand holding the knife was instantly broken at the wrist and twisted into a very strange angle.

With just one move, Zheng Yuming was defeated.

"No, no, Mr. Wesley, please show mercy!"

Zheng Yuming, who fell to the ground, no longer cared about the pain and had no courage to resist. He stretched out his intact arm, barely covering his head and neck, and pleaded anxiously.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo stopped what he was doing, raised his eyebrows, and was slightly surprised.

"you know me?"

Zheng Yuming nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I know you."

"How did you~"

Du Weiguo was about to get to the bottom of the matter, but suddenly he stopped talking and glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the neighbors nearby may have heard the noise. Several households turned on the lights, and some people came out wearing clothes to check.

"Snapped!"

Du Weiguo suddenly stepped forward and slapped Zheng Yuming on the chin. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Reaching out and grabbing his belt, Du Weiguo lifted him up like a dead dog. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, rose from the ground in an instant, and disappeared into the night in a few leaps.

A moment later, in the North Fifth Road Tower, the guard room.

Du Weiguo threw the man heavily to the ground, and Zheng Yuming woke up with a groan in pain.

Nim came closer, took a look at Zheng Yuming, who looked like a bloody gourd, and gave Du Weiguo a thumbs up, praising him sincerely:
"Yoho, you captured him alive, boss, you are worthy of it!"

Nim said this in Chinese. Although it sounded a bit stiff, it was still fluent and had a hint of Beijing accent.

Du Weiguo took out a cigarette box, gave one to Nim, and took one himself.

"Hey, Nim, where did you find this Chinese teacher? He's from Beijing?"

"Hi~" Nim also laughed. He took out a lighter to help Du Weiguo light the cigarette and teased.

“Don’t mention it. The old man who helped me with my treatment and hiding came from the Forty-Nine City. I have been living and eating with him recently.

This old man is a nice guy, but he's a veterinarian, his hands are shaky and his work is rough. I almost died from the pain in his hands."

"Hahaha! Nim, that's great. You speak these two lines in authentic Beijing dialect."

Du Weiguo laughed out loud at his amusement.

Unconsciously, the relationship between him and Nim became much closer. After all, tonight was not a trap, which made his trust level improve qualitatively.

"Whoo~"

When he had almost finished laughing, Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, raised his toes, and flipped Zheng Yuming, who was lying on the ground, over.

"Okay, Colonel Zheng, stop playing dead and tell me, how do you know me?"

The moment he was turned over, Zheng Yuming struggled to stand up and glanced at the wound on Du Weiguo's abdomen.

"I really didn't expect that the invincible evil spirit would wear a bulletproof vest."

At this moment, Du Weiguo's black shirt with the collar open revealed a thin, close-fitting special bulletproof vest, and there was a new wound on his abdomen.

This thing is a piece of black technology developed by the KGB, and almost every evil spirit has one.

However, Du Weiguo definitely did not wear it when he was fighting desperately just now. He put on this bulletproof vest while Zheng Yuming was knocked unconscious.

After all, you have to do the whole show.

Du Weiguo patted his belly:
"Why? I am also a mortal, why can't I wear a bulletproof vest?"

Zheng Yuming tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying:
"Oh, that's true. The evil spirits are also human beings, and everyone is afraid of death."

His performance now was much calmer than that in the courtyard just now. He had no intention of begging or flattering, and even dared to ridicule Du Weiguo in return.

It was as if all of a sudden, I felt more confident.

Du Weiguo was stunned for a moment, then he figured it out. He raised the corner of his mouth and said jokingly:
"Zheng Yuming, do you think that now that your wife and children are safe, you dare to show your teeth to me?"

Without waiting for his reply, Du Weiguo continued to speak sinisterly:

"Mr. Zheng, since you know me, you should be aware of my abilities."

"If I'm determined to kill someone, then no one will be able to escape my name. Even the King of Hell can't do anything about it."

In the two-story building where Zheng Yuming lived, besides him, there was a woman and two children. The older boy was about ten years old, and the younger girl was about five or six years old.

It is obvious that the woman and the child are members of the family he re-established after coming to Bay Island.

And judging from his behavior, he seemed to care about his new family very much. Before he showed up, he must have properly arranged a place for his wife and children.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Zheng Yuming's pupils instantly contracted and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, completely unable to hide his panic.

"According to the rules of the martial arts world, the disaster will not affect your family. Evil God, you, you must abide by the rules. You can't do anything to them."

"Tsk~" Du Weiguo sneered, looked at him as if he were an idiot, and said with disdain:
"You're an idiot, aren't you? What rules do I need to follow? Wake up, I'm the one who makes the rules."

At this time, Zheng Yuming also reacted, his face was as pale as a dead person. Indeed, to this day, Du Weiguo has long become the god of the dark world, and also the one who makes the rules. Even with his current momentum, it won't be long before even the surface world will have to look at his face.

"You, whatever you ask, I will answer honestly. Mr. Wesley, please, let my wife and children go."

In an instant, Zheng Yuming returned to his previous humility. He sat up with great effort and knelt in front of Du Weiguo.

Because his right arm was disabled and his left arm was also removed, he could only kowtow and beg for mercy in a very awkward posture.

Nim was very tactful and pulled the lighthouse keeper's chair over. Du Weiguo didn't hesitate to sit on it and crossed his legs.

"Okay, then first tell me, why do you know me? With your level, you shouldn't be able to access my photos."

Although Zheng Yuming is a naval colonel, he is only a logistics officer, and Du Weiguo's photos are top secret and he has no access to them at all.

"I am the director of logistics at the naval base. Besides that, I have another identity. I am a spy planted by the CIA."

In order to save his family's lives, Zheng Yuming gave it his all and confessed everything very readily.

"You came to Taichung and Changhua last year and robbed a counterfeiter nicknamed Ghost Hand, as well as several U.S. dollar engravings.

At that time, the CIA mobilized almost all its forces to search for your whereabouts, and also sent me your photo. "

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo suddenly realized that the bald guy Leonard was still alive at that time, and this incident must have been caused by him.

As for his identity as a CIA spy, it is not surprising at all.

This is absolutely normal. It is said that during the peak period of the CIA, it had nearly 10,000 secret informants in Taiwan, spread across the streets and alleys and in all walks of life.

"Okay, you passed this question."

Du Weiguo nodded and lit another cigarette, looking at the cigarette butt that was about to burn out.

"Zheng Yuming, you have family in the north, did you know that?"

Hearing this question, he couldn't help but tremble again, and replied with some difficulty:
"I know, I know. I've asked people to look for them secretly more than once, but they're all gone."

"Heh~" Du Weiguo curled his lips and sneered.

"When you were looking for them, they should have just left their hometown. But now they are indeed gone, Colonel Zheng. Thanks to you, they are all living a miserable life."

"boom!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yuming's eyes turned red, he shook as if he had been electrocuted, and slammed his head hard on the floor.

"Damn it~"

He burst into tears and cursed through gritted teeth, not knowing who he was cursing, himself or this helpless world.

Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him with disdain, showing no mercy at all.

"Okay, stop being so hypocritical. This is your own choice, isn't it? I understand. If you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth."

Zheng Yuming raised his head suddenly, and his pair of blood-red eyes stared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to devour someone.

However, he couldn't defend himself. After all, Du Weiguo said nothing wrong.

At the beginning, it wasn't that he really couldn't stay in the North, but for his own interests and future, he eventually chose to abandon his wife and children.

Perhaps it is because he is old, or maybe he regrets the wrong choice he made back then, so he has always felt extremely guilty in his heart, which is why he cherishes his current family even more.

"Why, you don't accept it? Is there nothing you can say to defend yourself? Never mind. I'm not interested in arguing with you."

Du Weiguo waved his hand jokingly and changed the subject.

"Zheng Yuming, do you know why I came to see you?"

"why?"

This question actually made his eyes regain some clarity. This was also the biggest question in his mind, and he asked himself subconsciously.

"My ability is well hidden and rarely used. There is no way anyone would have discovered it. Except for this foreigner, I killed everyone who knew about it.

I am of low status and have not obtained any top-secret intelligence. No matter what, I will not let the evil spirit personally take action against me."

"Okay, stop guessing."

Du Weiguo put out his cigarette and clapped his hands:
"Your family in the north is not extinct. You still have a son. He is also a person with special abilities like you. He is now under my command."

Zheng Yuming's eyes widened instantly, emitting a fascinating light, and he excitedly asked a series of questions:
"Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang is still alive? Has he also awakened his ability? Is it the same as mine? Sha Shen, where is he now?"

Du Weiguo did not answer any of the questions, but just looked at him quietly with a smile.

Zheng Yuming was not stupid, and he reacted immediately:

"I understand, because Xiaoliang followed you, and you and I are in the enemy camp, and I am his biological father."

There was a glimmer of sadness in his eyes: "So, I must die."

Du Weiguo gave him a thumbs up and praised him sincerely, "Smart, you got it all right."

"Ah~" Zheng Yuming sighed and shook his head:

"I was lucky that I didn't kill that foreigner before. I should have immediately taken my family and fled the island."

Nim suddenly interrupted coldly:
"It's useless. If you don't die, my boss will be uneasy. If you are targeted by the evil spirit, you will die. It's just a matter of time."

Zheng Yuming gritted his teeth and glared at Nim with hatred, but ultimately did not refute anything because he knew in his heart that Nim was right.

There was a brief silence at the scene. After about half a minute, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Sha Shen, you actually came to kill me in person. It seems that you think highly of Xiao Liang?"

"Well, I do think highly of him." Du Weiguo did not hide it and admitted it generously.

"His abilities are exactly the same as yours, but he is slightly weaker than you now. When I first met him, his weapon was a pebble, and I taught him to switch to a throwing knife."

"Hehehe~" After being stunned for a few seconds, Zheng Yuming laughed, and his laughter was very hearty.

"Good, good. The God of Death values ​​him and trains him personally. Xiaoliang will definitely be more successful than me in the future. It's worth it even if I die."

"Well, don't worry. He is definitely better than you. At least he has someone to rely on, and he doesn't have to live in hiding."

Having said that, Du Weiguo stood up from his chair.

"Okay, Zheng Yuming, we've talked enough. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Yes." He knew that it was time to set off, and he became calm instead.

"Can you let go of my current wife and children? Sha Shen, they are innocent, just ordinary people, nothing~~"

"No need to say more, I promise you, I won't touch them." Du Weiguo interrupted.

Zheng Yuming's eyes were a little moist, and he bowed to Du Weiguo with difficulty:
"Thank you, thank you. I'll leave Xiaoliang to you from now on."

"Well, you can rest assured about this. I always protect my children. I will treat my brothers as treasures."

Du Weiguo's voice was light, but his tone was firm.

Zheng Yuming smiled: "Okay, finally, can you give me a cigarette?" (End of this chapter)