Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

These words stunned not only Zhang Dabiao, but also Qu Wu, who was grimacing in pain.

A scene flashed through Zhang Dabiao's mind—the first time they met, in a tea restaurant on Shau Kei Wan Main Street, he ordered beef offal hot pot, but Lou Yufan paid the bill, and Lou Yufan patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you need anything, go to the Lou Family Chamber of Commerce to find me... In Hong Kong, my Lou family still has some influence."

Although Lou Yufan had ill intentions at the time, those words and that meal were genuine.

Moreover, at this moment, Lou Yufan and Feng Kuzi's images overlapped, and Zhang Dabiao suddenly felt like laughing, and his murderous intent inexplicably dissipated.

More importantly, he had just received Lou Xiao'e's family heirloom jade bracelet yesterday, though it was given to him as collateral to give the Lou family some time to settle these matters. To then turn around and kill Lou Yufan like that... well, that's a bit hard to say.

Either don't take the job, or if you do, you turn around and kill someone... even though they said they wanted to be themselves...

Anyway, while the motive for the murder was sufficient, it still felt rather strange.

Moreover, Zhang Yaoyang's stomach was churning violently, the mingled smells of blood making him feel nauseous, and he wished he could find a place to vomit immediately.

He killed two people, one of whom he beheaded. Even if he had watched countless police and gangster movies in his past life, it wouldn't compare to even a fraction of what he had experienced firsthand.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, and pointed the knife at Lou Yufan and Qu Wu, who were slumped on the ground. He said in a hoarse voice, "Fine, considering how much money your father gave my brother and how your sister pawned the family heirloom jade bracelet, I'll give your Lou family some face."

"I won't kill you two today."

Zhang Dabiao didn't know if his decision was right or wrong, but he needed to find a place to vomit immediately.

These words were like a pardon, causing Lou Yufan and Qu Wu to collapse to the ground, panting heavily, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads, too exhausted to even say thank you.

Zhang Dabiao glanced at the two corpses on the ground and the head that had rolled into the corner, and said coldly, "They tried to kill me, so I killed them in return. Is that a problem?"

Lou Yufan and Qu Wu nodded vigorously, as if pounding garlic. As long as you don't kill me, whatever you say is right.

"I'll come again tomorrow night." Zhang Dabiao's gaze fell on Lou Yufan's face, his eyes filled with an undeniable ruthlessness. "If you, old man, are short even a penny of the HK$100,000 you mentioned earlier, I'll kill your whole family."

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips: "Of course, you can make the first move, or go after my brother in Beijing."

"But remember this—"

"As long as either my brother or I survives."

He stared into Lou Yufan's eyes and said, word by word, his voice so cold it could freeze a person: "The Lou family in the mainland, and the Lou family in Hong Kong, will be wiped out."

"I'll even dig up the earthworms in the ground and split them in half vertically!"

After saying this, Zhang Dabiao didn't look at the two of them again and turned to walk to the window.

The factory's second floor is at least seven or eight meters high, with a hard cement floor underneath.

Lou Yufan and Qu Wu watched his retreating figure, and a doubt suddenly arose in their hearts—what was he going to do?

But the next second, Zhang Dabiao leaped into the air without screaming or hearing bones break.

Lou Yufan and Qu Wu quickly climbed to the window and looked down—

Under the moonlight, the cement ground was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

It was as if the ruthless killer from just moments ago had never existed.

It just disappeared like that?

"Hurry...hurry up and call a car!" Lou Yufan finally came to his senses, grabbed Qu Wu's arm and shouted hysterically, his voice still trembling with sobs.

Whether or not to retaliate is another matter; let's hurry, there's still a chance to reconnect!

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At this moment, Zhang Dabiao had already flashed back to the "small nest main base", and then appeared in the village house of Agongyan Village through the window of the balcony.

As soon as he landed in the main room of the village house, he could no longer hold back and began to vomit violently.

He vomited up a mixture of acid, bile, and undigested dinner all at once. He vomited so hard that he felt dizzy and even choked on his own tears.

Only when his stomach was completely empty did he collapse to the ground, panting heavily.

The smell of blood and vomit mixed together on his body was extremely unpleasant.

He looked at his blood-stained hands, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.

He wasn't some grandmaster or a ruthless killer.

He was just an ordinary otaku from the future, Zhang Dabiao.

But now, he has two lives on his hands.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the village house.

Zhang Dabiao suddenly looked up, his hand gripping the watermelon knife tightly, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Yaoyang, you're back?"

The person who came was Ah Xiang. He had just finished his business and happened to live not far from Zhang Dabiao's house. He heard the noise inside and came over to check.

"Wait for me in the yard."

Zhang Dabiao called out, then slipped back into his "little nest," went to the bathroom to quickly wash his face and hands, and changed his clothes before coming out.

Seeing his somewhat disheveled appearance, Ah Xiang looked worried and asked cautiously, "Yao Yang, are you... are you alright?"

Zhang Dabiao waved his hand, his voice hoarse: "It's nothing, just an upset stomach."

He paused, looked at Ah Xiang, and earnestly instructed, "Be careful when you're setting up your stall these next few days. I... might have gotten into a little trouble."

Ah Xiang was a quick-witted person. Seeing that Yao Yang's eyes were bloodshot and he seemed a bit off, and there was some blood on his pants, he quickly nodded and said, "I understand, Yao Yang. Don't worry."

Zhang Dabiao nodded and said nothing more.

Ah Xiang went back, and Zhang Dabiao, still holding the watermelon knife, sat alone in the main room for a long time until night fell and the lights in the homes of the villagers of Agongyan Village were all turned off, but there was still no movement outside.

He glanced at his watch; it was already 11 p.m.

For the past few hours, there has been absolutely no movement from Lou Yufan's side.

There were no police, no thugs, nothing at all.

Are these people really scared?

Or did he die because he wasn't taken to the hospital in time?

Zhang Dabiao chuckled self-deprecatingly, stood up, dusted himself off, and slipped back into his "little nest".

When he reappeared, he was already in the small wooden house in the courtyard.

As he walked into the small courtyard, the familiar smell of the vegetable garden eased his tense heart a little.

He still smelled faintly of blood and vomit, so he pulled out a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from under the bed, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquid slid down his throat, burning and making his throat hurt, but it also suppressed the nausea.

But the more he drank alone, the more depressed he felt.

His mind was filled with the images of the murder he had just committed—the blood, the corpses, and Lou Yufan's terrified expression. The images wouldn't leave his mind.

He wanted to find someone to drink with, someone to talk to.

It's equivalent to psychological counseling.

So he picked up a few more bottles and walked out of the courtyard.

First, he walked to Xu Damao's window and knocked on it—

"Da Mao, come out for a drink!"