Courtyard House: Home Alone

He could clearly "see" the mountains of gold and priceless artifacts piled up in the space, yet he felt no ripples in his heart, as if he had only taken some insignificant things.

Having secured his target, he showed no hesitation, teleporting once more and disappearing into the night. His next destination was the granary in Yangliuqing Town, which stored over 80,000 tons of grain plundered by the Japanese, which would soon be transported back to Japan.

At this point, it had only been a little over an hour since he left 17 Victoria Road, and he had already cleanly and efficiently dealt with the East Asia Hotel's training base and taken the treasure from the Hai Kwong Temple.

Yangliuqing Town is located in the east of Tianjin's urban area, near the dock, and is less than 20 kilometers away from Haiguang Temple.

Lin Yifan teleported four times in quick succession, and when he reappeared, he was already inside the granary. After appearing, he first drank two mouthfuls of spiritual spring water, as the continuous use of mental power and teleportation had consumed a lot of his mental energy.

The cool spring water entered my throat, and a warm current quickly spread to my limbs and bones, instantly dispelling most of the fatigue in my mind.

He looked up and surveyed the enormous granary, the air thick with the dry, characteristic scent of wheat.

The warehouse was built of huge brick and wood structures, with rows of tall grain bins neatly arranged, like silent giants, filled with wheat and rice plundered from all over North China.

The four corners of the granary and the main passageway were guarded by heavily armed Japanese soldiers. They were wearing thick winter clothes, rubbing their hands which were red from the cold, and patrolling back and forth vigilantly.

The beams of searchlight swept across the night sky, trying to illuminate every dark corner. Lin Yifan concealed his presence, moving silently among the grain bins like a shadow blending into the darkness.

At the same time, he emptied all the grain bins he passed. This way, the loss of his mental energy would be relatively small.

He moved extremely quickly, moving from one grain bin to the next in a swift and silent manner. The only sound was the faint rustling of air as the grain moved, which was quickly drowned out by the wind outside the warehouse.

Time passed slowly, and the grain bins in the warehouse were emptied one by one. The patrolling Japanese soldiers were completely unaware of this; they continued along their fixed routes, occasionally exhaling white breath and complaining about the cold winter night.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Yifan's forehead. Continuously using his mental power to move such a large amount of food had taken a heavy toll on him. He took out the spiritual spring water again and gulped down several mouthfuls. The icy water, carrying powerful energy, sustained him as he continued.

By the time the last grain bin was emptied, it was already 11 p.m. Lin Yifan looked at the empty warehouse and let out a long sigh of relief.

More than 80,000 tons of grain have already solved a quarter of the famine preparedness task. Without the slightest hesitation, after confirming that no trace had been left behind, he teleported away and disappeared into the night.

Soon, he returned to the other side of the road from Fuji Corporation. He enveloped the entire company with his mental energy and found that apart from four Japanese soldiers still awake in the guard room next to the porch, the other more than one hundred Black Dragon Society members were already asleep in the rooms in the courtyard.

Each room contained a cot, where six to eight Japanese soldiers slept.

Lin Yifan's lips curled slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He didn't choose to enter through the main gate, but instead teleported directly to the backyard.

He crouched low like a cheetah, using the cover of night and shadows to silently approach the rooms.

He first went to the nearest room and used his spiritual power to "peek" inside. Six members of the Black Dragon Society were lying haphazardly on the bed, snoring incessantly.

Without hesitation, he instantly locked his mental energy onto the space between the six people's eyebrows. The next moment, six barely perceptible silver lights shot out from his space, piercing through the window paper like ghosts, and accurately entering the brains of the six people.

Almost simultaneously, the snoring in the room stopped abruptly, and the six people's bodies twitched slightly before falling silent again.

After clearing the first room, Lin Yifan didn't linger and quickly moved on to the next one. With the same method and the same precision, the eight Black Dragon Society members in the room died in their sleep.

Like an efficient grim reaper, he moved through the company's grounds, "cleaning" room after room, and the stench of blood in the yard grew stronger and stronger.

His movements were incredibly fast, and he made no extra sound except for the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze, which masked the traces of his actions.

The four Japanese soldiers in the duty room were sitting around the stove, drinking and chatting, completely unaware that death was approaching.

After dealing with all the members in the rooms, Lin Yifan set his sights on the duty room. He silently approached the window of the duty room, and his mental energy instantly enveloped the four people inside.

These four were clearly more alert than those who were fast asleep in the room, but in the face of Lin Yifan's absolute strength, this level of alertness was meaningless.

Four bullets silently pierced the window paper, accurately ending their lives.

The entire process was swift and efficient, taking no more than ten minutes. More than a hundred members of the Black Dragon Society, along with the Japanese soldiers on duty, were all silently eliminated by Lin Yifan.

He stood in the center of the courtyard, looking around to make sure there were no survivors. The air was filled with the stench of blood, but it was quickly dispersed by the night wind.

He didn't linger at the company. After confirming that he hadn't left any trace of himself, he vanished into the vast night in an instant.

Lin Yifan returned to 17 Victoria Road. Liu Quande opened the door for him today. Seeing Lin Yifan return looking exhausted, Liu Quande quickly asked, "Young master, I specially saved half a roast chicken for you. Do you want to eat some before you go to sleep?"

Lin Yifan waved his hand, his voice slightly hoarse: "No, Uncle Liu, I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

He did feel a deep sense of exhaustion, not just physically, but also mentally. The continuous high-intensity use of mental energy and killing had taken a toll on his spirit.

He went straight up to the second floor, returned to his room, and closed the door behind him. The room was pitch black, so he didn't turn on the light. Instead, he walked to the window and gazed at the deep night outside.

He took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from his spatial storage, took a few more sips, and felt the cool liquid slide down his throat, bringing a refreshing sensation and restoring his spirits considerably.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, not lying down immediately, but instead began to organize his plans for tomorrow. He still needed to exchange some yen tomorrow morning. Thinking of the yen, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't visited either of the two Japanese banks he'd been to during his trip to Tianjin. Such a big mistake was really inexcusable.

He glanced at his watch; it was only midnight, and a trip there wouldn't take long. So, he stood up from the edge of the bed and teleported to the alley between Mitsui Bank and Kimjong Bank.

The two island nation banks happened to be located together, which saved him a lot of trouble.