Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

In the dark, damp chamber, Zhao Tianba lay sprawled on the floor like a rag doll, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, emitting incoherent groans—a sign of excruciating pain beyond even the ability to scream. Wang Huanbo stood before him, his face expressionless, only his eyes burning with cold fury. The blood-stained repair hammer lay carelessly tossed aside.

From Zhao Tianba's intermittent, agonizing confession, a heinous crime was revealed. It wasn't just arms smuggling and market manipulation; even more appalling was his long-term collusion with Ji Shan in human trafficking! They used enticing promises of "jobs in Jinshan" and "get rich in Southeast Asia" as bait, or set traps in casinos and opium dens controlled by the Shahe Gang, to lure and coerce large numbers of impoverished people from Foshan and surrounding areas into signing indentures. They then crammed these people into the crowded, filthy hold of cargo ships like goods and transported them to the United States across the ocean.

"Men...men...went to mine...build railroads...the Pacific Railroad...that was...a death trap..." Zhao Tianba cried, tears streaming down his face, his face contorted with pain and filled with terror. "The jobs the white people wouldn't do...were all...made for pigs...made for Chinese laborers...they ate spoiled food...lived in leaky shacks...when they got sick...they just threw them out...fed them to wolves...when they died...they dumped them in the wilderness...Ji Shan...Ji Shan them...charged them by the head...if it wasn't enough...they made us do more..."

Wang Huanbo's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Although he already knew this bloody history, hearing the details from the executioner's own mouth made his suppressed rage almost burst out of his chest. He suppressed the urge to immediately kill this scumbag and demanded sharply, "Where are the women? Where are all the women you deceived?"

Zhao Tianba's eyes flickered, and under Wang Huanbo's murderous gaze, he finally broke down: "Women...women...are even worse...sold directly...sold to brothels...or...railway construction sites...to those...white devils...to relieve their lust...the same...they're expendable...when they die...then we'll replace them..."

"You beast!" Wang Huanbo kicked Zhao Tianba's broken leg, eliciting a pig-like scream. "The list! The transaction records! The hiding place! Tell me! I'll give you a quick death!"

In the extreme pain and fear of being unable to live or die, Zhao Tianba spilled the beans, revealing crucial information such as the secret warehouse hiding weapons, the hideout where the "coolies" about to be transported away were held, the ledgers of his financial transactions with Jishan, and the transportation routes. Wang Huanbo carefully recorded it and forced him to sign and affix his fingerprint.

Having obtained all the evidence, Wang Huanbo's eyes flashed coldly as he looked at the dying Zhao Tianba on the ground. Handing him over to the authorities like this would be too lenient. He picked up a hammer and, amidst Zhao Tianba's desperate cries and pleas for mercy, calmly and precisely smashed his fifth limb (crushing it completely)! The intense pain caused Zhao Tianba to instantly lose consciousness. Only then did Wang Huanbo take out some wound medicine, quickly stopping the bleeding and bandaging him to ensure he wouldn't die immediately—this scum must be alive to face public trial; his testimony was crucial to sealing Ji Shan's fate!

Carrying a thick stack of evidence and confessions, Wang Huanbo found Huang Feihong. After reading the confessions, Huang Feihong trembled with rage, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears: "Utterly depraved! Utterly depraved! The people of Foshan have suffered such torment! Huanbo, this matter must not be left unresolved!"

The master and apprentice sought an audience with Magistrate Zhao Guodong that very night. Zhao Guodong initially refused to see them, but when Wang Huanbo presented him with a portion of the bloody confession, the incompetent official turned pale with fright, especially upon hearing that it involved the good deeds of foreigners, he nearly fainted.

"Lord Zhao!" Wang Huanbo's tone was chilling. "This is no ordinary brawl! The Shahe Gang has colluded with foreigners, trafficked people, and poisoned the countryside. The evidence is irrefutable! If you continue to turn a deaf ear and condone this, once public resentment boils over and the higher-ups investigate, or if this evidence is accidentally published in the newspapers, you will be the first to lose your head!"

Huang Feihong also said righteously, "Lord Zhao! A good official should bring benefits to the people! Now that evil has reached its peak, if you can step forward, eradicate the wicked, and restore justice to the people, the people of Foshan will surely be grateful for your kindness! I, Huang, am willing to lead the disciples of Baozhilin to fully assist you in solving the case!"

Zhao Guodong broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at the mountain of irrefutable evidence before him, and considering the public resentment and the possibility of being held accountable by his superiors, and recalling Wang Huanbo's elusive skills that night, he finally steeled his resolve: "Fine! I... I will immediately gather all the constables and yamen runners! Seize the hideout and capture the ringleader!"

At dawn the next day, Magistrate Zhao Guodong personally led a large number of constables and yamen runners out, guided by Huang Feihong, Wang Huanbo, and the disciples of Baozhilin, and headed straight for the armory and hideouts that Zhao Tianba had revealed.

The armory was located in an abandoned warehouse at the dock, heavily guarded by the Shahe Gang. Upon seeing the government troops arrive, the gang members attempted to resist. Wang Huanbo took the lead, his M1911A1 pistol firing accurately in bursts, instantly taking down two armed bandits. Huang Feihong, like a tiger among sheep, unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. The officers, their morale boosted, swarmed in and quickly brought the situation under control. They seized three hundred brand-new Martini-Henry rifles, over fifty Remington M1858 revolvers, and countless rounds of ammunition! Zhao Guodong was horrified and filled with lingering fear; if these weapons had entered the market, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

Afterwards, the group rushed to a secluded manor outside the city, a hideout where the "coolies" were imprisoned. The scene upon entering was heartbreaking: dozens of emaciated men and women, their eyes vacant and lifeless, were locked in iron cages like livestock, the air thick with a stench. Upon seeing the government troops, they initially cowered in fear, but only after recognizing Huang Feihong and Wang Huanbo did they burst into cries of relief. Aunt Thirteen, along with the other women, hurriedly went to comfort and treat them.