Courtyard House: Home Alone

The leader was a one-eyed man with a long scar on his face, making him look particularly fierce.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine! If you want to pass, leave your toll!" the one-eyed man shouted arrogantly, pointing his gun at the driver's seat.

Master Yao turned pale with fright and looked at Lin Yifan tremblingly, "Mr...Mr. Lin, what...what should we do?"

Lin Yifan patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to be afraid, then pushed open the car door and jumped out.

"How much money do you want?" Lin Yifan asked calmly, his gaze sweeping over the bandits.

The one-eyed man was somewhat surprised by Lin Yifan's composure. He sized him up and down: "Kid, you've got guts! Looks like a rich kid. It's only right that we men get rich. Brothers, tie him up and make his family pay the ransom!"

Lin Yifan's lips curled into a cold smile: "Just the few of you?"

Enraged by the child's contemptuous attitude, the one-eyed man's scarred face twisted into an even more ferocious grimace: "Kid, you're fucking asking for it! Get him! Break his legs!"

At the one-eyed man's command, several burly men wielding large knives roared and pounced forward, their blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight, aiming straight for Lin Yifan's vitals. Master Yao, in the driver's seat, closed his eyes in terror, his heart pounding in his chest.

However, Lin Yifan stood still, seemingly oblivious to the blades coming at him.

Just as the blade was about to strike, he suddenly shifted his body to the side, dodging the first blow like a ghost. At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing the wrist of a burly man holding a knife.

With a sharp "crack," accompanied by the burly man's agonizing scream, the broadsword in his hand clattered to the ground, his wrist twisted at an unnatural angle.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, leaving the other bandits stunned. One-Eyed Dragon's pupils also contracted; he hadn't expected this seemingly ten-year-old child to be such a formidable opponent.

"This is a tough one! Get all of you to use your guns!" One-Eyed Dragon reacted quickly and roared immediately.

The remaining armed bandits dared not be negligent and raised their rifles to aim at Lin Yifan.

But would Lin Yifan give them a chance to fire? He moved swiftly, like an arrow released from a bow, towards the nearest armed bandit. Just before the bandit pulled the trigger, he delivered a chop to the bandit's neck.

The bandit didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground. Lin Yifan snatched the rifle from his hand and swung it around, smashing the butt of the rifle heavily into another bandit's face. Blood spurted from his nose, and several of his teeth were knocked out.

Lin Yifan's lips curled into a cold smile: "Just the few of you?"

"Hey! You little brat, you're asking for it!" One of the bandits couldn't hold back any longer and swung his broadsword at Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan's eyes sharpened, and he slightly shifted his body, easily dodging the opponent's attack. At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, and a Browning pistol appeared in his hand without anyone noticing. With a "bang," a bloody hole appeared between the bandits' eyebrows, and the large knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang."

The land of China is currently being ravaged by the Japanese invaders, while these bandits are still robbing and killing people at every turn. They are more despicable than the Japanese invaders. When these bandits appeared, Lin Yifan sentenced them to death.

This swift and clean move immediately stunned the other dozen or so bandits. A hint of fear flashed in the one-eyed man's eyes, but relying on his superior numbers, he still roared, "Brothers, attack together! Cripple this kid!"

But Lin Yifan didn't give them any time to react. In less than five breaths, he emptied the gun of twelve bullets. The gun he was holding was a Browning high-powered pistol designed and produced in 1935.

The magazine uses a double-stack design and can hold thirteen rounds, plus one round in the chamber. It can hold a total of fourteen rounds, but to ensure reliability during use, Lin Yifan only loaded eleven rounds into the magazine.

The bandits who were shot were all shot between the eyebrows and were beyond dead. The four bandits who were still alive, including the one who was the first to be injured by the knife, were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, with a stain of urine showing in their crotches.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yifan had already changed the magazine on his gun. Then, "bang bang bang," three more shots were fired, and the wounded bandit also went to meet his maker. Only a young bandit who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old was left behind.

The young bandit had already knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly with his head thumping, crying and pleading, "Spare me, sir! Spare me, sir! I was forced into this! I have an old mother to support, I truly have nowhere else to go!"

Meanwhile, Mr. Yao, who was in the driver's seat, was almost scared out of his wits. He never expected that the seemingly harmless child who had been with him for two or three years would have such ruthless skills and decisive killing power!

The dozen or so gunshots that had just rang out were like thunderclaps in his ears, each one accompanied by the fall of a bandit. The marksmanship, accurate to the point of the forehead, was even more impressive than that of a sharpshooter in a play.

He covered his mouth tightly, afraid of making a sound that might disturb the "demon" outside. He was trembling like a leaf, and could not even hold the steering wheel.

Lin Yifan coldly stared at the young bandit kneeling before him, his eyes showing no emotion. The young bandit looked immature; when the others were about to rush forward, he had been hiding behind them all by himself.

That's why Lin Yifan spared his life for the time being. However, the key reason was that he wanted to ask about the bandits.

"Forced?" Lin Yifan's tone was icy as he slowly walked up to the young bandit, looking down at him. "Being forced gives you the right to rob people and take their lives? Do you know what happens to the families of those you've robbed?"

The young bandit trembled with fear at Lin Yifan's gaze, kowtowing repeatedly: "I...I know I was wrong! Young master, I really know I was wrong!"

I've only been with them for a few days, I... I haven't killed anyone! Please give me another chance, I'll never do it again! I'll go home right now, take care of my elderly mother, and never do such a heinous thing again!

Lin Yifan remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, before looking at the young man in front of him, tears streaming down his face.

He knew that in chaotic times, many people were indeed forced by circumstances, but that should never be an excuse for doing evil. However, this young man might still be salvageable.

"How many of you bandits are there? Who is your leader? Where do you usually operate?" Lin Yifan asked, his voice still devoid of warmth.

The young bandit dared not conceal anything and hurriedly said, "We... there are only about a dozen of us. The leader is that one-eyed guy, everyone outside calls him 'Scarface Qiang,' but I... I don't know his real name."

We...we usually operate around this Black Wind Pass, generally from afternoon to evening, and we take action when we see lone pedestrians or small caravans..."