Courtyard House: Home Alone

After leaving Dongjiaomin Lane, he didn't go home immediately, nor did he teleport again. Instead, he wandered through the alleys like a ghost, familiarizing himself with the terrain.

At the same time, they were keeping an eye on their surroundings to see if there were any suitable "prey" to target and earn more contribution points for themselves.

The darkness of night was his best cover. And he would become the nightmare of the Japanese invaders and traitors roaming Beiping.

The nights in Beiping are chilling to the bone, and the deep alleys are so quiet that you can hear your own footsteps.

Lin Yifan concealed himself in the mottled shadows of the wall, like a lurking cheetah, his sharp gaze scanning his surroundings as he walked.

He wore a black jacket he'd found at a Japanese general store and an old felt hat, trying his best to look like an ordinary night owl. But the occasional glint of cold light in his eyes in the dim light betrayed his extraordinary nature.

He specifically chose to walk through secluded, dimly lit alleys. These places were often a melting pot of all sorts of people and were blind spots for Japanese soldiers and traitors at night, making it easier to find targets.

Although his gains at the general store solved his immediate problem, the efficiency of exchanging 25 contribution points for 1 skill point was far too low. He needed to accumulate contribution points more quickly to improve his strength in order to deal with the tough nut of the consulate.

"Huh?" Lin Yifan paused, stopping at a corner. Not far ahead, a dim light shone from a small shop with a sign that read "Tobacco, Alcohol, Sugar and Tea," and he could vaguely hear rude laughter and curses coming from inside, mixed with a few broken Japanese words.

He approached quietly, tiptoeing closer, and peered inside through the gaps in the old newspapers pasted on the shop door.

Inside the shop, smoke swirled, and four men dressed in black silk shirts and melon-shaped hats, along with a Japanese soldier, were sitting around a square table playing dominoes. One of them, a man with a flat nose and triangular eyes, was bowing and scraping as he poured wine for a short officer in a Japanese military police uniform across from him.

The officer, with a face full of scars, leered at the trembling young female shopkeeper standing to the side, occasionally reaching out to grope her, which drew laughter from the other men.

"Damn it, it's traitors and Japanese soldiers again." Lin Yifan sneered inwardly, his eyes instantly turning icy. This kind of scene probably plays out every day in Beiping these days.

He observed carefully and saw that the Japanese officer looked to be only a corporal, while the four traitors were dressed like typical thugs, with bulging waistbands, as if they were carrying weapons.

"Perfect, I'll use you guys as practice subjects and earn some contribution points along the way," Lin Yifan decided. He was absolutely confident in dealing with enemies of this level.

He didn't rush in rashly. Instead, he first found a rag in the space warehouse and covered his face with it. Then, with a thought, he appeared in a corner filled with clutter.

The men inside the shop were engrossed in their gambling, and with the tense atmosphere outside, none of them noticed the extra person behind them. Lin Yifan's eyes locked onto the Japanese corporal; this man was the biggest threat and had to be dealt with first.

He took out the Browning pistol he had captured from his spatial storage, and stealthily moved like a ghost. When he was still two steps away from the Japanese corporal, he suddenly launched an attack!

With his right hand gripping the pistol handle, he struck the female boss in the carotid artery, knocking her unconscious. With his left hand, he swiftly reached for the Japanese corporal and stored him in his spatial storage.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, taking only a second or two. The four traitors were stunned at first, and before they could react, the two traitors on either side of the card table were taken into Lin Yifan's spatial storage.

At this moment, the traitor who had poured out the water across from them finally realized what was happening. "Where is he?!" The two traitors stared wide-eyed in horror.

The companions and Japanese officers who were just playing dominoes vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.

Only the two of them remained in the shop, along with the female shopkeeper who had fainted on the ground, and the air thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol.

They looked at each other, their faces filled with fear and confusion, their legs trembling, and for a moment they forgot to call for help.

Lin Yifan didn't give them much time to react. After taking down the three in front, he pounced on them like a ghost, his speed so fast that he was just a blur.

The two traitors were about to grab the stools to fight back when they felt a blur before their eyes, a sharp pain in their necks, and then everything went black as they lost consciousness.

Lin Yifan did not kill them directly, but instead put them into the system space as well.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without making much noise. Apart from the slight thud when the female shopkeeper fainted, she barely disturbed anyone.

Lin Yifan walked to the female shopkeeper's side, checked her breathing, and after confirming that she was only temporarily unconscious, he went to the back of the house, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and splashed it on her face.

The female shopkeeper shuddered, abruptly opening her eyes. Seeing Lin Yifan's masked face, she screamed in terror. Lin Yifan reacted quickly, covering her mouth and whispering, "Don't make a sound! I'm here to save you. I've already dealt with those Japanese devils and traitors."

The female shopkeeper's eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and her body was still trembling slightly, but when she heard the words "the Japanese devils and traitors have been dealt with," her muddled mind seemed to clear up a little.

Through Lin Yifan's fingers, she cautiously looked at the spot where those people had been sitting. Sure enough, it was empty, with only the dominoes and wine glasses scattered on the table as evidence of what had just happened.

She slowly stopped struggling, but her body remained tense with fear.

Seeing that she had calmed down a bit, Lin Yifan slowly released his grip, but still watched her warily. He deliberately said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Clean up the room. If any Japanese soldiers or traitors ask you questions later, just say that these people were just playing around for a while and then left, saying they were going somewhere to drink. You won't know what happens after that."

The female shopkeeper nodded timidly, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something but dared not speak.

Lin Yifan knew the fear in her heart, so he didn't say anything. He quickly scanned the shop to make sure that he hadn't left any trace of his presence, especially the moment when he took out the pistol from his space and put the person away. He believed that no one had noticed.

"These people won't bother you anymore." He said this and then left without a trace, disappearing from the shop as silently as he had come, disappearing into the darkness outside.

Back in the system space, Lin Yifan released the newly acquired "living creatures" from their confinement with a thought.

The Japanese corporal and the four traitors were horrified to find themselves in an unfamiliar white space with nothing around them as soon as they were able to move.

"Where...where is this?!" The traitor with the flat nose screamed, his voice distorted with fear.