Courtyard House: Home Alone

Lin Yifan slightly increased the pressure on his foot, and Yamada Niku immediately cried out in pain, veins bulging on his forehead. "Important news?"

Lin Yifan's voice held a hint of amusement, "Is your life worth this price?"

He slowly squatted down, grabbed Yamada Niku's hair, and forced him to look up into his emotionless eyes. "Speak. Tell me everything you know. If you tell me in a way that satisfies me, maybe I can consider giving you a quick death."

At the same time, his mental energy enveloped the entire dock and warehouse area. The gunfire just now was quite intense. It would be a huge embarrassment if the Japanese soldiers on the dock rushed in and caught him off guard.

To his surprise, this "look" revealed that the Japanese soldiers on the dock, including the guards and patrols in the warehouse area, were not paying any attention to this area.

He immediately understood. It must have been arranged before Yamada Niku's operation. The Japanese soldiers outside all thought it was the Black Dragon Society that was handling the matter, especially since the Black Dragon Society had sent more than thirty people this time.

Yamada Niku felt a sharp pain in his scalp and the suffocating killing intent in the other person's eyes. He hurriedly said in a broken voice, "There are... there are three main strongholds! One is the East Asia Hotel in the concession, which is our intelligence relay station;

There was also a Fuji Corporation in the concession, which ostensibly engaged in business, but in reality was a distribution center for weapons and personnel;

"The last one is in Yangliuqing Town outside the city. There is a large granary there, which is full of grain that is prepared to be transported back to the country. There are a total of 80,000 tons!" He was afraid that he would speak too slowly or make a mistake. Every word he spoke seemed to be using all his strength.

Lin Yifan listened expressionlessly, his fingers lightly tapping his knee, as if judging the authenticity of the information.

"And another thing, this little bit isn't enough to buy your life," he pressed, his tone completely flat.

"And... there's also... in the underground warehouse of Haiguang Temple, there's a batch of cultural relics and gold that are ready to be transported back to China."

The military has specially arranged for two destroyers to arrive in three days, and the cargo will be loaded onto the ships immediately upon arrival at the dock.

"Haiguang Temple? Wasn't Haiguang Temple attacked by a 'ghost' last time? You still dare to use it?"

Yamada Niku winced in pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his voice trembling with sobs: "It's...it's because the last attack didn't destroy those foundations, and now the Empire's resources are extremely strained."

So...so after a simple fix...it'll be back in operation. The military's message is that since 'Ghost' attacked once, they...they won't come back." He said, while secretly observing Lin Yifan's expression, hoping this news would satisfy the other party.

Lin Yifan sneered inwardly. These little devils were quite the schemers, thinking the most dangerous place was the safest place? Too bad, they underestimated "Ghost".

He continued, "How much of that batch of artifacts and gold is there exactly? What is the current security situation?"

Yamada Niku dared not conceal anything and hurriedly said, "There are more than 600 cultural relics, all of which are precious items looted from various parts of North China and from aristocratic families! There are 80 boxes of gold, each box weighing 100 kilograms!"

We were involved in the transportation at the time, and the item was delivered to Haiguang Temple, but we don't know exactly where it is now hidden.

The guards... the guards consisted of a regiment of Imperial Army soldiers, all equipped with weapons as field troops.

In addition, this renovation cleared out the entire 300-meter radius around Haiguang Temple, leaving not a single blade of grass on the ground. Four watchtowers were also added around the area…”

His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, as if he were afraid that revealing these secrets would bring him even greater disaster, but his survival instinct forced him to tell the whole story.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yifan stopped tapping, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. Over six hundred artifacts and eighty chests of gold—this was no small fortune. Especially the artifacts; they were national treasures, and they absolutely could not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Japanese.

Seeing that he could no longer get anything out of Yamada, Lin Yifan flipped his wrist, and a short knife appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing the short knife appear in his hand, Yamada Niko's pupils contracted sharply, a strange "hoarse" sound escaped his throat, and his body trembled violently like a leaf. "No...no...please...spare me..."

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from Lin Yifan's control, kicking his legs on the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust, but it was all in vain.

Lin Yifan's eyes were cold. Without the slightest hesitation, the short knife flashed and cleanly sliced ​​across Yamada Niku's neck.

Yamada Niko's body stiffened abruptly, the fear in his eyes froze, and then he lost all vitality, collapsing to the ground. Blood gushed from his neck, quickly pooling on the ground.

After dealing with Yamada Niku, Lin Yifan stood up and turned his gaze to Pierre, who was already terrified and slumped on the ground.

Pierre stared at Lin Yifan, who resembled a demon from hell, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word. He had originally thought he was one of the controllers of this deal, but he never expected that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; he was merely a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

Lin Yifan walked slowly to Pierre and looked down at him. "Mr. DuPont, now, let's talk about your matter."

You've always wanted to see the 'ghost,' haven't you? That's me! I know you only want to see me to help the Japanese lure me out.

At the same time, I also had someone warn you that no one who has ever seen me has survived to this day.

Pierre's face instantly drained of color. He opened his mouth as if to explain something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

He could clearly feel the chilling killing intent emanating from Lin Yifan. It was an undisguised aura that treated human life as worthless, even more suffocating than Yamada Niko's ferocity just now.

He knew he had truly bitten off more than he could chew this time, and it was a rock that could shatter him to pieces. He even began to regret why he had been greedy for the huge commission offered by the Japanese, and why he hadn't heeded the warning sooner. Now it was too late.

Pi raised his head, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Mr. Ghost... I... I'm just an ordinary businessman, I don't know anything, I'm just here to do some business..."

As he spoke, he tried to distance himself from the bloody scene that had just occurred, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Lin Yifan tilted his head slightly, his gaze beneath the hood sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through all of Pierre's disguise.

"An ordinary businessman?"

He chuckled, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm. "A merchant who can trade with the Black Dragon Society and the Special Higher Police can't be considered ordinary, can he? And who are you planning to sell these medicines in your warehouse to?"

I warned you repeatedly that my medicine must never be sold to the Japanese, but what did you do?