The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

The people inside quickly reached an agreement.

The group leader arranged for the others to be in pairs, and after a while, they would leave the room from three different directions.

Then they met up at Nanluoguxiang.

At that time, the two groups will stand guard in two different directions, while he and two others will carry out the mission.

Try to complete it quietly.

Don't make a big fuss, like showing signs of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Yang Dalin listened to their plan from outside.

You've been poisoned by coal, huh? Fine, you just wait, I'll let you taste the effects of coal smoke in a bit.

After the seven people finished discussing, they prepared to leave.

As a result, the first four people walked out of the house, while the group leader and two others walked at the back, just stepping out of the threshold.

Yang Dalin simply threw the sandbags out from one side.

That team leader reacted quickly; this is bad, there's an ambush.

Unfortunately, Yang Dalin was faster.

Yang Dalin immediately produced a solid jujube wood stick in his hand.

Yang Dalin closed his eyes and relied solely on his hearing to knock all seven men to the ground with a single blow.

What do you mean by "sharp spear from seven steps away"? What do you mean by "fast and steady kung fu within seven steps"?

Yang Dalin showed them with his actions that within seven steps, his stick was also quite strong and stable.

It's all garbage. The team leader may have realized it in his mind, but his hands didn't.

Because it takes time for what the eyes see to be transmitted to the brain, and then from the brain to the hands and feet.

Just like in his past life, Yang Dalin was in a car accident once. Even though he clearly saw the other car was about to hit him, his mind still reacted and he shifted into gear to avoid it.

But before he could even react, the other person had already crashed into him.

An ordinary person wouldn't have time to react.

Yang Dalin first tied up all seven people, then gagged them.

They searched them thoroughly.

His weapons and various small parts were scattered on the table.

After thinking about it, I realized that Brother Long's men hadn't arrived yet. These people wanted to harm my family, so how could I let them go so easily?

They then checked the mouths and collars of several people.

Three dentures and three collars containing poison were found during the search.

Not every spy carries these things; they are prepared to die if they fail.

Then, Yang Dalin gagged these people.

Using all their strength, they broke one of each person's legs.

With Yang Dalin's full force, it was a comminuted fracture.

There is absolutely no hope of a cure.

How could Yang Dalin possibly hold back against someone who dared to attack his own family?

The people who had been knocked unconscious suddenly woke up in pain.

They covered their mouths and cried out in pain.

With veins bulging on his face, Yang Dalin ignored everyone else and grabbed the team leader by the hand: "Everyone else has code names like Sparrow, Magpie, Crow, Pigeon, etc. What's your name?"

Are you still thinking of taking revenge on my whole family?

I heard they wanted to use coal poisoning as a method, right?

Let me let you try it first.

Ignoring the other person's muffled cries, Yang Dalin knew he had to hurry and interrogate them first.

He needs to know whether the team leader has reported his situation to the higher-ups.

If I report it, I'll have to apply to move.

These days, there are quite a few spies around Er Tuzi.

If Aunt Qi and the others were to get hurt, I would never be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life.

Yang Dalin didn't care whether he was using any form of private torture or not.

Anyway, I'm not a member of the public security department, and the other party is going to wipe out my whole family.

I don't care about anything else. As long as I don't die and leave any survivors, it's not a big problem.

Yang Dalin carried an oil lamp and looked around.

They found a large vat and emptied the water from it.

They also found three sturdy sticks in the space.

Two sticks with wooden forks were inserted on either side of the water tank.

The group leader was tied to it with a wire.

Place it on two wooden forks (similar to roasting a whole lamb).

A fire was lit in the water tank.

Yang Dalin learned the method of roasting spies by charcoal from the protagonist surnamed Yang in the book "Starting from Sesame Alley in 1947".

The difference is that the other guy, Yang, used an iron pot, while Yang Dalin couldn't find a large iron pot, so he had to use a water vat.

It also prevents the fire from splashing onto other places. After all, when roasting a whole lamb, the oil will drip and splash onto the fire, so this is safer.

The location is right at the entrance of the courtyard house.

The other six spies watched in horror as Yang Dalin operated the equipment.

The team leader was so scared that he wet his pants.

Unfortunately, Yang Dalin didn't care whether he had urinated or not.

Start baking immediately.

Like roasting a whole lamb, Yang Dalin turned the wooden stick on top of it while saying, "I still don't know what your code name is?"

The other person: "Waaah...waaah."

"Oh, you're not going to tell me? That's alright, I'll keep you warm."

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah."

"What? What did you say? I can't hear you. Ugh, you can't even speak clearly. Please continue."

Yang Dalin continued to spin the stick.

They didn't care at all whether the gag in the other person's mouth had been removed.

Before long, the group leader's hair was burned off and his clothes were on fire. He was in so much pain that he kept moaning.

His face was completely black; he probably plucked all his nose hairs off.

The other person kept making whimpering noises.

Yang Dalin seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh, I forgot, your mouth is still gagged, you can't speak."

I was wondering why you didn't explain anything.

Whether or not they confessed, it doesn't matter anymore.

I'll just roast you before the police arrive.

Later, I'll feed your cooked meat to your henchmen—sparrows, magpies, crows, and the like. That would be great, and nothing would go to waste.

"By the way, you guys probably haven't been getting much meat lately, right? How about I treat you to barbecue?"

These words terrified the remaining six agents. One of them even crawled towards the main gate.

He'd rather be arrested by the police than eat barbecue later.

This is too brutal.

Yang Dalin glanced at the other person; since he couldn't have gone far, he ignored him.

The eldest brother's clothes were almost burned off. If the water tank hadn't been a bit high and the fire inside hadn't been small, his clothes would have been completely burned long ago.

The leader continued to whine.

He kept nodding, and Yang Dalin asked him, "What does nodding mean? Does it mean you agree to confess, or that you agree to let your underlings eat your flesh?"

The team leader, his skin charred black from the heat, first nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again.

Yang Dalin was confused. He said to the other person, "In a moment, I'll remove the gag from your mouth. If you're still shouting and not confessing, then we'll continue."

Yang Dalin saw the other party nodding frantically again.

Yang Dalin used two sticks to remove the cloth strip from the mouth of the so-called group leader.

Just as the other person was about to cry out in pain, he quickly held back and bit down on the venomous fang in his mouth, only to find that Yang Dalin had pulled it out.

Don't bother looking at the collar; it's already burnt.

The team leader coughed several times: "I confess, I confess, my code name is White Eagle, I was sent by Baldy's men, and I've been undercover for fifteen years."

"Young master, put me down first, or I'll be cooked through."

As Yang Dalin twirled the wooden stick around his neck, he said, "You call yourself a bald eagle? I think you're more like a vulture. You've lost all your feathers, and you still call yourself a bald eagle? You're roasted to look like an African. From now on, you should be called Coal Ball."

Or should we call it coal briquettes?

"That's all good. Tell me about today's tasks, and whether you've reported my situation to your superiors."