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

It was almost dark when the train finally arrived in the capital of Heilongjiang Province.

When the government leader arrived at his destination, he shook hands with Yang Dalin warmly and said goodbye, telling him to come visit him next time he came.

The colonel went to visit his comrades-in-arms and was thinking of taking Yang Dalin with him so they could travel together in the car that night.

As a result, Yang Dalin didn't go either.

The train conductor personally bought Yang Dalin another soft sleeper compartment ticket for the train that departed late at night to Beijing.

He personally arranged for him to store his luggage.

After all, he had weapon parts in his backpack, which needed to be kept safe.

Then Yang Dalin went outside to find a place to eat.

I'm planning to stroll around the capital of Heilongjiang Province tonight.

I'll take the bus again later in the night.

The state-run restaurants near the train station in Heilongjiang Province's capital city have pretty good food, with a wider variety of ingredients than those in Beijing, since they have more wild game.

Yang Dalin ate well.

They also took out several lunch boxes and ordered a few more dishes to take away.

We can save it and eat it slowly later.

After finishing his meal, Yang Dalin wanted to take a stroll around the neighborhood, but as soon as he stepped out, he realized that he was being followed.

There were four or five people, all adults, and it looked like they were planning a robbery.

Yang Dalin smiled, deliberately walked to a dark corner, and dealt with these guys, crippling them all.

Then they snatched the item from the other party.

These kinds of people have stolen countless passengers from other places.

There's nothing to pity about. He only lost one hand, and it was a comminuted fracture.

Yang Dalin walked a few steps away, then came back and interrogated him again.

This group definitely has a leader; crippling these few guys is too lenient.

After interrogating them, Yang Dalin located their boss's hideout.

They stormed in; this group occupied quite a large place, a big house.

There were quite a few people inside.

Those four or five people were just small fry.

The leader of this group is said to have many subordinates.

There were all sorts of organizations that organized children to beg, steal, rob, and even sell meat.

Damn, they still dare to play this big in this day and age.

Either you're not afraid of death, or you have powerful connections.

Yang Dalin hates this kind of person the most.

These people spout nonsense about morality; they're all wicked bastards.

What a coincidence! The other side has organized a meeting with a few of their underlings today.

Yang Dalin jumped into the other party's mansion.

There are imprisoned children and imprisoned women in this place.

There were also a few tickets that were possibly stolen, and the victims were beaten very badly.

If society can be this bad, then this boss deserves to die.

Yang Dalin quietly dealt with all the guards around him, crippling or knocking them unconscious, tying them up, and gagging them.

They stormed into the room where they were having their meeting. As a masked man, whose face was covered except for his eyes, mouth, and nose, pushed open the door, one of the leaders asked, "Who are you? How dare you trespass on our territory? Do you want to die?"

The villain died because he talked too much. After Yang Dalin came in, he didn't say a word and directly crippled all the small leaders.

The leader, who was sitting in the middle with a tiger skin spread out beneath him, tried to sneakily pull out a gun from behind him, but Yang Dalin dodged the gun barrel and stood in front of him the moment he pulled out the gun.

With a single palm strike, he broke the arm of the opposing leader who was holding the gun.

Yang Dalin caught the pistol and took it in his hand.

Yes, it's a silvery-white Browning.

Yang Dalin then picked up the tablecloth from the side and used it to gag the boss.

The rest of his limbs (including his third leg) were also rendered useless.

I touched the tiger skin. Not bad, it's a good thing.

Annoyed by the shouts of the men behind him, Yang Dalin tore off a piece of clothing from their leader's clothes and used it to gag them all.

Yang Dalin first searched the area.

Then he removed the cloth from the leader's mouth, slapped his face with his own gun, and said, "You scoundrel, please tell us all the other valuables you've hidden."

Otherwise, you'll suffer even more.

To everyone's surprise, the gang leader stubbornly retorted, "Do you know who's behind me? My uncle is the deputy stationmaster of the train station. He treats me like his own son. I advise you to let me go and treat my injuries, or you'll die a horrible death."

Yang Dalin really couldn't be bothered to argue with this kind of person.

Their mouths were gagged, and then they were subjected to a series of cruel tortures.

The other party confessed to everything.

That's right, his backer is the deputy station manager; he may not be a high-ranking official, but he wields considerable power.

He made quite a bit of money; his uncle worked at this train station occupied by the Japanese before liberation.

He had received an education, and after the Japanese left, he secretly helped the People's Liberation Army transport a lot of supplies.

He performed well and was retained because of his contributions before liberation and his knowledge of railway station operations, which led to his rapid promotion.

Unfortunately, he had no children, so he doted on his nephew, who was a little rascal.

He was gradually spoiled and turned into a big hooligan.

Of course, this deputy stationmaster also embezzled quite a bit.

Before liberation, intellectuals often had the problem of being greedy, which they considered insignificant.

Such a person deserves to die.

Yang Dalin first looted all the valuables in the place.

Untie all the people who are locked up, let them eat something, and wait for the police to arrive.

Then, based on the leader's confession, Yang Dalin found the deputy station chief's home.

They pried open the door, crippled the other man's limbs, and tied him and his wife up in the house.

His wife was also an accomplice to evil. Yang Dalin thought about it and decided she would be treated the same way: gagged, her limbs crippled, and all of them suffered comminuted fractures.

Yang Dalin did not touch his family's belongings.

They'll keep it until the police come and raid it, so they can convict them.

Otherwise, if the police come and there's nothing in his house, he'll be falsely accused of being an honest official and become the victim of a crime.

Then Yang Dalin released a truck.

He drove a truck and threw complaint letters at the guard posts of the provincial party committee, the provincial government, the provincial railway bureau, the municipal public security bureau, and several other bureaus in the provincial capital.

The whistleblower letter contained a small stone, which could be thrown in from a great distance.

The letter paper was taken from that boss. The letters of complaint were written by the detainees. Everyone wrote one; if you didn't know how to write, you could just copy it.

Yang Dalin was wearing gloves when he threw the letter away, so he didn't leave any fingerprints.

So soon, the phones at the homes of these department heads started ringing every night.

The police arrived at the gang leader's hideout immediately.

Yang Dalin sent so many letters of complaint to prevent some people from colluding with the leadership of the train station and suppressing the matter.

And that train station manager, he's probably not a good guy either.

Doesn't he know anything about what's going on behind the scenes? If he does know but doesn't do anything, this kind of person should step down and be punished.

You deserve it for your inaction.

Yang Dalin hid in the shadows and watched as countless policemen left. Since there was really nothing to do that night, he strolled back to the train station.

Yang Dalin encountered many checkpoints along the way, but he avoided them all.

I found a spot in the waiting room and hid there to read for a while.

Seeing that it was almost time, they retrieved their luggage and ran into Colonel Wang, the regimental commander. The two of them then went into a soft sleeper compartment together.

Once inside the carriage, Commander Wang, looking smug, asked Yang Dalin, "Little Yang, do you know what's going on in Harbin? I've seen a lot of military and police officers on the streets along the way."

Yang Dalin shook his head innocently: "Uncle Wang, how would I know? You probably have inside information, don't you? Weren't you going to see your comrades?"

Commander Wang chuckled softly, "I do know a little. If you contribute another bottle of wine, I'll tell you."