The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

With a "thud".

The bolt lost its support and fell limply onto the hardwood floor.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening bang!

Two finely carved wooden doors were violently kicked open from the outside, the hinges groaning under the strain.

Wood chips flew through the air, and the cold wind outside, carrying an intense and palpable killing intent, immediately rushed in, filling Room No. 1.

The pale moonlight poured in through the open door, casting long shadows of the people at the entrance, making them look like hideous and terrifying demons crawling out of hell.

The proprietress took the lead, swaying her slender waist as she stepped over the threshold.

Her face, which was covered in thick makeup and exuded endless flattery during the day, now appeared distorted and terrifying under the moonlight, her eyes filled with greed.

Behind her, a dozen or so burly, muscular men filed in.

These men were all menacing, with fierce eyes and an aura of ruthlessness that came from years of bloodshed and disregard for human life.

Holding gleaming, sharpened butcher knives and nine-ringed broadswords, they quickly dispersed, immediately surrounding the entire room so tightly that not even a fly could escape.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.

The proprietress crossed her arms and looked down at the father and daughter lying on the floor.

Looking at Qian Duoduo, the nouveau riche who was holding his precious daughter and trembling like a leaf, I could see...

Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she tilted her head back and let out a sharp, piercing laugh, like that of a night owl.

"Hahaha! Weren't you pretty arrogant on the street during the day?"

"Didn't they say they had so much money they didn't know what to do with it, and if they weren't happy with their accommodations, they wanted to tear down my century-old shop?"

"Why are you lying on the ground like a boneless dead dog, not even daring to fart?"

The proprietress mocked him relentlessly as she stepped forward and kicked Su Zhen's expensive mink coat hard with her toe.

"Dressed so well and carrying so much real money, yet they don't even understand the most basic dangers of the underworld."

"I really don't know how you two fat sheep with brains full of fat have managed to survive until now."

The scarred-faced guy next to him let out a malicious sneer.

"Shopkeeper, why waste words with a dead man about to be reincarnated? I've got my eye on that old man's mink coat; I'll take it off for winter!"

"The gold chain around that little girl's neck and the ring on her finger are mine. That's thick pure gold; it's worth at least several hundred taels of silver, enough for the brothers to live it up for months!"

Faced with the unbridled clamor of this group of desperate criminals, Su Zhen displayed the most superb acting skills he had ever possessed.

He held the "unconscious" Su Yaoyao tightly in his arms, his teeth chattering as if he were truly terrified.

"Lady, heroine, spare me! Good sirs, please spare me!"

Su Zhen perfectly portrayed a cowardly and spineless nouveau riche, his facial muscles twitching in unison.

He scrambled to the corner, his voice tinged with a realistic sob.

"All the money is yours! The golden carriage outside, and the gold ingots in the bundle, I'll give you everything, not a single penny left!"

"Please, have mercy! Spare our lives, father and daughter!"

"I have an 80-year-old mother who is bedridden year-round, and a young daughter who is crying for milk. I really can't die!"

This tearful and undignified pleas for mercy greatly satisfied the proprietress's perverted vanity and desire for control.

She snorted coldly, her eyes filled with disdain, as if she were looking at two talking ants.

"Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late!"

"Once you've entered my Dragon Gate Inn and drunk my tea, don't even think about leaving with your last breath."

"I'll take all the money! And your lives, I'll take them all today too!"

"Only the dead have the tightest mouths; they won't run to the authorities and cause trouble!"

As soon as the proprietress finished speaking, the thugs behind her raised their broadswords, their faces contorted with malice, ready to hack the two men to death.

At this critical, terrifying moment, fraught with danger.

In Su Zhen's arms, Su Yaoyao kept her eyes tightly closed, as if she had already fainted from the poison.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable scream of excitement rang in my mind.

A deafening voice exploded in the tyrant father's mind:

Wow! Wow! The hairpin the proprietress is wearing!

[A red agate inlaid with gold wire—the craftsmanship is so exquisite; it must be a top-grade imperial gift! Resell it on the black market, and it could fetch at least three thousand taels of silver!]

Su Zhen, who was trembling on the ground, stiffened slightly when he heard the words "three thousand taels".

The girl's heartfelt words didn't end there; they grew even louder.

She comfortably closed her eyes and used the interstellar miniature scanner in her personal space to conduct a comprehensive, thorough scan of the guest room.

Wow! This isn't just a rip-off place, it's a treasure trove, a place of perfect feng shui!

[The third to last floor tile on the left of the tyrant father—it's definitely hollow when you tap it!]

The scanner's perspective view revealed a huge hidden compartment underneath! It was filled with neatly stacked gold bars! Golden gold bars indeed!

Su Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

What is that?

A whole hidden compartment filled with gold bricks?!

He glanced at the inconspicuous floor tile to his left.

[And there's more! Wow, the thickest wall on top!]

The red bricks inside the wall have all been hollowed out; it's all just hollow layers!

The gaps were densely packed with ingots of official silver! Judging from the markings, they all bore the official seal of the Great Yan Kingdom; there must have been at least 100,000 taels!

One hundred thousand taels of government silver?!

The tyrant father's breathing immediately became rapid, and he even forgot about pretending to tremble.

Although 100,000 taels of silver was not even comparable to the wealth of a top corrupt official in the Great Yuan Kingdom in the eyes of this father and daughter who valued money above all else.

But this is the territory of the Great Yan Kingdom, someone else's land!

Taking government silver hidden in other countries is like picking up money on the street. Not only is there no psychological burden, but there is also a strange sense of excitement.

The main focus is on cross-border zero-dollar purchases.

God of Freebies, take off!

The survival instinct he had just feigned for the sake of acting vanished the moment he heard that series of announcements about wealth.

An endless fervor and desire for wealth to be given away for free overwhelmed reason.

Su Zhen had been deliberately feigning a look of utter terror in his eyes, which now gleamed with a ghostly green light like those of a hungry wolf.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the fierce-looking bandits wielding large knives, and fixed on the wall where the official silver was hidden.

That look in his eyes was a hundred times more affectionate and infatuated than when he ascended the throne and sat on the Imperial Seal.

Greed and madness.

"Government silver... gold bricks... we've struck it rich..."

Su Zhen muttered something under his breath, his body spinning uncontrollably on the ground.

He roughly shoved aside a bandit henchman blocking his way, and lunged at the third-to-last paving stone on his left, using both hands and feet.

With a formidable enemy at hand, a dozen large swords hung overhead, ready to fall at any moment.

This fearsome, living Yama of the Great Abyss Kingdom lay sprawled on the filthy wooden floor, oblivious to everything around him.

Extending out his well-maintained fingers, he carefully and forcefully dug into the grout lines of the floor tiles!

He was so focused and deeply absorbed in his work.

It's like he could instantly attain enlightenment and ascend to immortality simply by lifting up this floor tile.

This scene completely stunned the bandits who were preparing to kill and rob the house.

The scarred-faced waiter holding the knife stood frozen in place, looking at Su Zhen on the ground, then turning to look at the proprietress, his face full of confusion.

"Boss... has this old man been scared out of his wits by us?"

"He was about to die, why wasn't he dodging the knife? What was he doing digging at our floor tiles? Was he trying to dig a hole and bury himself?"

The proprietress was also completely baffled by Su Zhen's bizarre behavior, which was completely unpredictable.

But when she followed Su Zhen's movements and looked closely, she saw that he was desperately digging at the floor tile where the gold brick was hidden.

The proprietress's face, covered in makeup, immediately lost its color and turned deathly pale.

Her heart tightened, and a strong sense of panic, like someone who had done something wrong, immediately welled up inside her.

How did that old man know the location of that hidden compartment?!

That place held all the wealth she had accumulated over the years by running a shady business, committing murder and robbery, and even her closest employees didn't know about it!

Anger, fear, and the frustration of having her Achilles' heel struck all intertwined, twisting the proprietress's expression into a grotesque grimace.

She thought this nouveau riche was mentally unstable due to some kind of shock and was just trying his luck here.

But no matter what, the secret under this floor tile must never be discovered by outsiders, and even less by these greedy guys under my command!

"You madman! You old geezer who's gone mad with fear, just die!"

The proprietress, enraged, snatched the heavy butcher knife from the stunned scarred-face waiter beside her.

"You dare pick at my floor tiles? I'll chop off both your hands right now and send you to the deepest hell!"

The proprietress gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands and took a heavy step forward.

She held the heavy butcher knife high above her head, its sharp blade gleaming with a bloodthirsty light in the cold moonlight.

She aimed at Su Zhen's neck, who was lying on the ground with his back to her, intently picking at the crack in the wall, and slashed down hard with all her might.

"Go to hell!!!"

The wind howled, the blades flashed, carrying a determination to kill.

The incredibly sharp blade was about to strike the tyrant's father's neck.

At that critical moment, when everyone thought the outcome was already decided,...

Su Yaoyao lay motionless on the wooden floor, like a lump of mud, completely at everyone's mercy.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

In his clear, bright eyes, there was not a trace of the fear and panic that ordinary children face when confronted with death.

It gleamed with a knowing, playful light, a cunning glint like that of a little fox.

Su Yaoyao raised her small face slightly, looking at the blade above her head, and a mocking sneer slowly curled up at the corner of her mouth.

She peeked out her chubby little hand, adorned with emerald rings, from her wide sleeve.

He snapped his fingers lightly into the still air.

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