Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

Huang Feihong and Wang Huanbo were imprisoned in the cold and damp county jail. Zhao Guodong, fearing trouble, separated them and increased the number of guards. He knew he had stirred up a hornet's nest; Huang Feihong had extremely high prestige in Foshan, and this matter would certainly not end well. But for now, he could only grit his teeth and endure, hoping that the foreigners could protect him.

In his cell, Wong Fei-hung leaned against the cold wall, gazing at the crescent moon outside the iron bars, his heart filled with grief and helplessness. He had spent his life upholding justice and helping the needy, yet this was his end! Foreigners ran rampant, the government was corrupt, and the people suffered—what had become of the Qing Dynasty? He thought of his thirteenth aunt's tearful eyes, of the innocent people who had died tragically, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

In the next cell, Wang Huanbo appeared much calmer. He sat cross-legged, eyes closed, seemingly resting, but his mind was racing. His imprisonment was entirely expected, even part of his plan. Only by being in the thick of it could he better understand the movements of the various factions and expose the weaknesses of certain individuals. He was certain that the Shahe Gang and Jishan would not let this opportunity to strike from prison slip by. His system space was fully equipped with weapons, medicine, and tools, enough to handle any emergency. At this moment, what he needed to consider more was how to use this crisis to completely eradicate the Shahe Gang and Jishan, this cancerous growth, and use this opportunity to push for some changes.

Sure enough, in the dead of night, faint footsteps and the sound of a key unlocking the lock could be heard outside the cell. It wasn't the time for the guards to change shifts! Wang Huanbo quietly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

The cell door was gently pushed open, and two dark figures slipped in, gleaming daggers in their hands! They were the desperate criminals of the Shahe Gang! Zhao Tianba had indeed bribed the jailer to send men to silence them!

"Kid, you only have yourself to blame for offending the wrong person! In your next life, be more careful!" A dark figure lowered his voice, and a dagger was thrust straight at Wang Huanbo's heart!

Wang Huanbo was prepared. He moved like a ghost to the side, dodging the dagger. At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the other's wrist, and twisted it forcefully!

"Crack!" The wrist bone shattered! Before the man could even scream, Wang Huanbo's left palm had already slammed into his Adam's apple! The scream stopped abruptly, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The other assassin was shocked and swung his knife wildly! Wang Huanbo advanced instead of retreating, engaging in close combat, and delivered a sharp elbow strike to the assassin's ribs! Another sound of bones cracking! The assassin groaned and fell to the ground, spitting out blood.

After dealing with the two assassins, Wang Huanbo quickly dragged them to a corner and covered them with straw. Then, he silently approached the cell door and listened for any sounds outside. Sure enough, he heard fighting and muffled groans coming from next door, but they quickly subsided. It seemed his master had also dealt with the trouble.

"Master, are you alright?" Wang Huanbo asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing. Just a few petty thieves." Huang Feihong's voice was calm, carrying a chilling edge after his previous words. "Huanbo, it seems someone doesn't want us to leave here alive."

"Perfect, we can turn the tables on them," Wang Huanbo said calmly. "Master, please wait a moment."

He took out lock-picking tools (from the modern era) from his system space, easily opened the iron lock on the cell door, and then sneaked to Huang Feihong's cell and did the same. The master and disciple reunited, like cheetahs in the dark.

"Where are we going?" Wong Fei-hung asked.

"Go find Zhao Guodong. It's time to have a 'good talk' with him." A sharp glint flashed in Wang Huanbo's eyes.

The two men, evading the patrolling jailers, stealthily made their way to the back of the county government office, relying on their superior skills. At that moment, Magistrate Zhao Guodong was sound asleep in his bedroom, embracing his newly acquired concubine, dreaming of promotion and wealth. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck—a cold dagger pressed against his throat! He awoke with a start, only to find Huang Feihong and Wang Huanbo standing before his bed like divine intervention!

"Ah...you...how did you get out?!" Zhao Guodong was so scared that he wet his pants.

"Lord Zhao, it seems the assassins you hired aren't very effective," Wang Huanbo said coldly, sheathing his dagger and pulling up a chair to sit down. "We've come to make a deal with you, sir."

"Wh...what deal?"

"It's very simple." Wang Huanbo stared into his eyes. "Tomorrow in court, you will reveal the truth about the theater tragedy in detail. You will accuse Ji Shan and Jackson of instigating the murders, and Zhao Tianba of the Shahe Gang of fanning the flames. We can save your life, and perhaps... even keep your official position."

"Impossible! Mr. Jishan will not let me go! The foreigners... the foreigners will send troops!" Zhao Guodong's face turned ashen.

"Foreigners?" Wang Huanbo sneered. "What if... I had evidence that Ji Shan was smuggling arms, colluding with gangs, and harboring ulterior motives? What if that evidence appeared in the consulate and newspapers tomorrow? Tell me, would the foreigners protect a troublemaking businessman, or sacrifice him to save the king?"

Zhao Guodong was stunned. Wang Huanbo continued to exert pressure: "Lord Zhao, is it better to follow the foreigners down this dark path and end up as a scapegoat, or to set things right, clear your name, and perhaps even atone for your crimes? The choice is yours. Don't forget, if the Shahe Gang's assassins could kill us in jail tonight, they might be able to kill you in your bedroom tomorrow."

Huang Feihong also said in a deep voice, "Lord Zhao, an official should bring benefits to the people in his jurisdiction. If you can repent and seek justice for the deceased, I, Huang, will do my utmost to contact gentry from all walks of life to ensure your safety!"

Zhao Guodong was torn internally. Ultimately, the fear of death and his greed for his official position prevailed. He collapsed to the ground, trembling as he said, "I...I promise you! Tomorrow...tomorrow I will..."

Wang Huanbo and Huang Feihong exchanged a glance, knowing their plan was halfway to success. They quietly left the county government office and returned to the prison, as if nothing had happened. But for many in Foshan, this night was destined to be sleepless. The darkness before dawn is the deepest, but it also foreshadows the coming light.