Courtyard House: Home Alone

At this moment, Lin Yifan, inside the space, took in all of this.

Thirty minutes later, he "saw" Yamada Niko, leading more than thirty members of the Black Dragon Society and Special Higher Police agents, speeding toward the dock warehouse in five trucks.

Yamada Niko sat in the passenger seat of the first truck, his face grim, his knuckles white from gripping the hilt of his samurai sword.

The bombing at the Special Higher Police enraged him and made him more wary of the drug deal. He decided that once he obtained the drugs, he would silence the greedy French businessman and eliminate any future threats.

Inside the warehouse, Pierre stubbed out his cigar, glanced at the dozens of boxes of medicine piled in the center of the warehouse, and then looked at his watch. There were less than ten minutes left before Yamada Niku arrived.

He pulled a small Browning pistol from his pocket, checked the magazine, and then tucked it back into his sleeve. Although he had promised Yamada Niko that he wouldn't bring any bodyguards, he still needed to have some means of self-defense.

Lin Yifan's mental power kept a firm grip on the movements of Yamada Niku and his group. Their truck stopped 500 meters away from the warehouse, and more than 30 people quickly got out and formed a tactical formation to surround the warehouse.

Yamada Niko waved his hand, and two agents cautiously approached the warehouse door, peering through the crack. The warehouse was dimly lit; only piles of wooden crates and a figure leaning against them could be vaguely seen.

"Report, there's only one person inside," the agent whispered.

A flicker of doubt crossed Yamada Niko's eyes, but the Special Higher Police's explosion made him eager to get the medicine, and it also made him more impatient. "Go in!" he shouted, drawing his katana first and leading his men to kick open the warehouse door.

"Mr. DuPont, where are your medicines?" Yamada Niko's voice was cold as his gaze swept across the warehouse before finally settling on Pierre.

Pierre forced a smile and pointed to the wooden crates behind him: "Mr. Yamada, the medicines are all here, not a single one missing. Where's my money?"

Yamada Niko waved his hand, and two Black Dragon Society members stepped forward, each carrying a heavy leather suitcase. "Here's one million US dollars. Count it."

Just as Pierre was about to step forward, Yamada Niko suddenly sneered, "However, before we count, Mr. DuPont, you seem to have forgotten something." His katana slowly rose, pointing at Pierre's throat. "Was the Special Higher Police's explosion your doing?"

Pierre's expression changed, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Mr. Yamada, what do you mean by this? I am just a businessman, only concerned with business, and have no interest in your Japanese internal affairs."

"Explosion? I have no idea what you're talking about!" he said, while secretly reaching for the Browning pistol hidden in his sleeve.

Yamada Niko clearly didn't believe him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Hmph, sophistry! The Special Higher Police just got attacked, and you're already rushing to make a deal? What a coincidence! I think you're an accomplice of that 'Ghost,' trying to use this batch of drugs as bait!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his knife at Pierre.

Pierre, anticipating this, dodged to the side, simultaneously drawing his pistol and pointing it at Yamada Niku: "Yamada! Don't go too far! If the deal falls through, you won't get the medicine either!"

The atmosphere inside the warehouse instantly froze, and tensions rose between the two sides. Yamada Niko's men drew their weapons and surrounded Pierre.

Just at this critical moment, a soft "crack" sound came from the top of the warehouse, and a figure descended from the sky like a ghost, landing steadily between Pierre and Yamada Niku.

The newcomer was Lin Yifan, wearing a hood. He dusted himself off, a mocking smile on his face, and changed his voice: "Everyone, it's so lively, why didn't you invite me?"

Yamada Niku and Pierre were both startled; neither of them had expected a third person to appear in the warehouse like a ghost.

Yamada Niko shouted angrily, "Who are you?!"

Lin Yifan ignored him and turned to Pierre, saying in fluent French, "Mr. DuPont, it seems your business partner isn't very trustworthy."

Pierre looked at Lin Yifan, who had suddenly appeared, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. But he quickly realized that this person was likely the "ghost" that everyone was talking about.

Seeing that Lin Yifan was ignoring him, Yamada Niku was furious: "Baka! I asked you who you are!"

Lin Yifan slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as he swept over all the Black Dragon Society members and agents present: "Who I am is not important. What is important is that this batch of medicine, and the lives of all of you, must be preserved."

Of course, you two fought over the price of the medicine.

As for the medicine and payment... I don't know who took advantage of them." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling pressure.

Yamada Niko was intimidated by Lin Yifan's imposing manner, but relying on his superior numbers, he still roared, "Kill him!"

More than 30 Black Dragon Society members and agents immediately raised their guns and opened fire, bullets raining down on Lin Yifan.

However, the bullets that reached Lin Yifan miraculously disappeared.

At the same time, his figure vanished from the spot, leaving only afterimages. The next second, screams rang out one after another.

The warehouse had become a battlefield, and Lin Yifan was like a tiger among sheep, his short blade flashing up and down, each swing taking a life.

Those Black Dragon Society members and spies were no match for him; they fell into pools of blood before they even had time to react.

Yamada Niko was terrified. Although his swordsmanship was first-rate, he never imagined that there was such a powerful person in the world.

He turned to run, but was stabbed in the thigh by the samurai sword thrown by Lin Yifan, and then stepped on Yamada Niku's back.

"Trying to run away?"

Lin Yifan sneered, "Weren't you very arrogant just now?"

Yamada Niko was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he begged for mercy incoherently, "Spare...spare my life...I was wrong...please let me go..."

Lin Yifan's eyes showed no pity: "Let you go? You have so much Chinese blood on your hands, and now you know to beg for mercy? Too late."

"Please...please, I...I'll give you crucial information in exchange for my life. Just let me go, and I'll tell you the locations of all the Black Dragon Society's strongholds and warehouses in Tianjin, as well as the Special Higher Police's next action plan!"

I can even help you contact people in the Japanese military and provide you with intelligence! Please... please give me a chance!

Yamada Niko lay on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold earth, his voice trembling with fear and pain, saliva and tears mingling together, looking utterly pathetic.

He knew that the person in front of him was no good, and that conventional begging would probably be ineffective. Only by offering a sufficiently attractive bait could he possibly have a chance of survival. He even began to regret why he had provoked the "ghost" in the first place; now he was even risking his life.