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

The heavy butcher's knife, which was about to touch the back of Su Zhen's neck, stopped in mid-air.

Just above the door frame, a tiny metal device, no bigger than a fingernail, flashed a red light with a "beep".

A muffled "bang"!

The metal device exploded.

A thick, almost impenetrable cloud of pink smoke erupted from the door frame in a fan shape, like a fountain.

In a short time, the pink smoke completely enveloped the entire guest room with overwhelming force.

The proprietress's ferocious smile froze.

The hands that were gripping the butcher knife loosened.

With a sharp clang, the heavy blade slammed onto the wooden floor, less than an inch from Su Zhen's head.

Immediately afterwards, the dozen or so burly men who rushed in from outside were also drained of their strength.

The nine-ringed broadswords, axes, and iron rods in their hands fell to the ground one after another.

A series of "crackling" sounds of weapons hitting the ground echoed in the room.

Pink smoke seeped into their internal organs through their respiratory tracts.

This is a weapon that Su Yaoyao carefully prepared.

A bomb made from a mixture of potent itching powder and hallucinogens.

The drug took effect much faster than these ancient bandits could have imagined.

The first to react was the landlady.

Her originally fierce gaze became unfocused and hazy, and a strange watery light appeared in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an excruciating itch, as if tearing at your bones, surged wildly from every part of your body.

"It itches...it's so itchy..."

The proprietress let out an indescribable cry and frantically scratched at herself.

Her exquisite silk coat was torn into strips by her sharp fingernails in just a few moments.

The dozen or so burly men behind him were even more pathetic.

The ruthless bandits who used to kill without blinking an eye and cut people like vegetables all turned into monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks.

"Ouch, it's so hot! And why is it so itchy!"

A burly man with chest hair was yelling and tearing at his night clothes.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The sound of tearing cloth rose and fell, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen burly men stripped themselves down to only a pair of shorts.

The effects of the hallucinogens also fully kick in at this point.

In their view, what lay before them was no longer a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, but a beach full of tropical charm.

All around were exotic women dressed in grass skirts, exuding enthusiasm and freedom.

"Good brother, come and catch me!"

The scarred-faced man, his eyes glazed over, grabbed the burly man next to him and called out in a sweet, coquettish voice.

The burly man, covered in fat, wasn't angry at all. Instead, he shyly twisted his waist and said, "Stop it, stop fooling around!"

The guest room was clearly not big enough for them to perform their passionate and unrestrained dance moves.

The proprietress, her eyes glazed, led the way, swaying her hips as she walked out of the room and down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

"Sisters, let's go to a spacious place and jump!"

A dozen or so half-naked, burly men, as if possessed, held hands and formed a long, serpentine line.

They followed closely behind the proprietress, making their way to the spacious lobby of the inn on the first floor.

In the dimly lit lobby, this group of thugs, who were supposed to be murderers and robbers, formed a large circle.

They held hands, shirtless, and swayed their thick waists.

They danced a hula dance with perfect unison, full of exotic flair and enough to send chills down your spine.

While jumping, he also made strange chanting sounds like "Hey ha! Hey ha!"

Inside room number one on the second floor, the pink smoke gradually dissipated.

Su Zhen, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, quickly dusted off his hands and stood up.

He looked at the chaotic scene in the lobby with disdain, his lips twitching wildly.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been kissed by that scarred man.

"My dear daughter, this medicine is too wicked. I almost threw up my dinner from last night."

As Su Zhen spoke, he kicked aside the tattered strips of cloth blocking the doorway with a disgusted kick.

Su Yaoyao, with her short legs, calmly pulled out an oversized woven bag from her personal space.

"Dad, stop looking at them, you'll get a sty. We need to get down to business!"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhen's eyes lit up with green light again.

That's right, let's get down to business!

Ten thousand taels of government silver are still waiting for him in the crack in the wall!

He strode to the load-bearing wall, took a deep breath, and channeled his inner energy into his right fist.

A loud "boom"!

The thick red brick load-bearing wall was blasted open by the tyrant father's punch, leaving a hole more than half a meter wide.

Amidst the flying brick fragments, gleaming silver cascaded down like a waterfall from the wall's crevices.

"Splash splash splash!"

Ingots of official silver bearing the seal of the Great Yan Treasury were struck against the wooden floor, producing the most melodious symphony in the world.

Su Zhen's eyes lit up and his breathing became rapid.

Su Yaoyao moved swiftly, opening up a bottomless personal space.

With a wave of her hand, the silver ingots on the ground seemed to grow wings and flew continuously into the space.

"Dad! Well done! Keep going, that tile on the left!"

The little dumpling excitedly gave instructions.

Su Zhen turned around, aimed at the floor tile he had been picking at for so long, lifted his foot, and stomped down hard!

"Snap!"

The hard floor cracked like a spider web, revealing a huge, dark compartment underneath.

Su Zhen cleared away the rubble with his bare hands, and in the hidden compartment, dozens of large, gleaming gold bars were neatly stacked.

There were also several exquisite little wooden boxes filled with pearls, agates, and jade pendants.

"Give it to me!"

Su Yaoyao cheered and opened the space.

The gold bars and jewelry vanished without a trace.

The father and daughter worked together seamlessly, even more efficiently than a professional raiding squad.

After looting the top-tier apartment, the father and daughter were not satisfied.

They went down the stairs, bypassed the bandits who were still holding hands and dancing in the hula in the lobby, and stormed into the inn's accounting room.

The secret cabinet in the accounting room was cleaved open by Su Zhen with a single palm strike.

Su Yaoyao swept away all the loose silver coins, large silver notes, and even the deeds to several shops inside.

Next up is the kitchen's storeroom.

Fine aged Shaoxing wine, air-dried ham, and precious bird's nest and shark fin.

Everything that could be sold or eaten was stored in his personal space.

"Dad, I just scanned the soil under the pigsty in the backyard, and there's a high density of metallic residue!"

Su Zhen was extremely excited, completely forgetting his imperial airs.

"Let's go! To the backyard! We can't let this shady inn leave even a needle behind today!"

Under the cover of night, the two sneaked to the stinking pigsty in the backyard of the inn.

The tyrant of the Great Abyss Kingdom rolled up the sleeves of his expensive mink coat.

He found a shovel and started digging right next to the pig manure.

Half an hour later, several rusty iron boxes were dug out.

Upon opening it, it was found to be completely filled with strung-up copper coins from the Great Yan Kingdom.

Although copper coins are worthless, their sheer quantity is overwhelming, numbering in the hundreds of thousands!

"She even goes after the pigsty; this landlady is ruthless." Su Yaoyao exclaimed as she accepted all the copper coins without any hesitation.

Before we knew it, the night had faded and the east was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

This once magnificent century-old black shop in the Great Yan Kingdom was looted by this father and daughter until it was as clean as if a dog had licked it clean.

The walls were broken, and the floor was shattered.

Even two of the pigs in the backyard ran away because they were startled.

As dawn broke, the effects of the pink smoke gradually faded.

Inside the lobby, the bandits who had been dancing wildly all night gradually slowed down.

Their dazed eyes gradually regained their clarity.

The scarred-faced guy shuddered and was the first to come to his senses.

He felt a chill on his body, and when he looked down, he realized he was only wearing a pair of floral shorts.

Even more terrifying was that his hands were tightly clasped together, gripping the burly man next to him who was also only wearing underwear.

The two stood facing each other in an incredibly suggestive, backward-leaning position.

"what!"

Scarface let out a scream of horror, jerked his hand away as if electrocuted, and scrambled backward.

This scream was like a stone thrown into a still pond, creating ripples all around.

In the lobby, more than a dozen thugs woke up one after another.

When they saw the pitiful state of themselves and their companions, barely clothed and huddled together, their screams nearly lifted the roof off.

The proprietress also slowly woke up.

She looked down at her silk outer garment, torn into strips and barely covering her body, then at her half-naked subordinates rolling on the ground, her mind blank.

"What happened? What's going on?!"

The proprietress looked up in alarm and glanced around.

Upon seeing this, she felt as if struck by lightning, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

The inn's main door was wide open, the counter was smashed to pieces, and the accounting room door was broken into pieces.

She rushed up to room number one on the second floor like a madwoman.

What came into view was a load-bearing wall with a huge hole blasted out, and floor tiles that had been torn off.

It's empty!

It's completely empty!

The 100,000 taels of official silver hidden in the wall cracks, the gold bars and jewels pressed in the secret compartments, not even a single copper coin was left!

The proprietress's legs gave way, and she collapsed in despair amidst the ruins.

Ten years of hard work, destroyed in an instant.

She covered her face with her hands, unable to control herself any longer, and burst into a heart-wrenching, devastating sob.

The bandits downstairs, who discovered that even their spare clothes had been stolen, also burst into tears.

The entire shady inn was filled with the pitiful cries of the bandits.

In this atmosphere of utter grief.

Suddenly, a clear sound of an abacus being manipulated came from the center of the lobby on the first floor.

"Clatter".

The crowd stopped crying and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then, the little dumpling, having somehow moved a small stool, sat down in the center of the hall with an air of authority.

She held a gleaming golden abacus in her hand, a devilish smile playing on her lips.

"Why are you crying?"

Su Yaoyao's clear, childlike voice echoed in the empty lobby.

"We should settle the score."