Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

This is an uninhabited courtyard.

In the middle courtyard, there was a room lit by a dim kerosene lamp.

Wang Anping changed directions a few times and roughly figured out the situation inside.

At the doorway of the house, which was lit up, stood a man in a coarse cloth jacket. He had a fierce face, a Mauser pistol tucked into his waistband, and his eyes would occasionally sweep around the yard. He was extremely vigilant.

There are two people inside the house.

A ruthless bandit, dressed similarly to the man at the door, had a prominent scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his eye to his jaw.

The other was a petite girl, huddled in a corner, her hair disheveled and covering her face, her hands tied behind her back with rope, clearly a kidnapped hostage.

Those harsh words were spoken by the scarred man, whose face was now filled with resentment, as if he were seething with anger.

The man at the door frowned and lowered his voice to remind him:

"Scarface, don't do anything rash!"

"Let's wait for the third brother to come back before we talk about it."

"This target is tough; their family has considerable influence."

"This target is very difficult to deal with. This young girl is the boss's darling. The couple cherishes her dearly. If we really mess with her, those two will definitely fight us to the death."

"We're just here to make money, let's not cause any trouble and just get this job done safely."

"Once we get the money, we'll leave Beijing and head to the Northeast."

"You can have any kind of woman you want."

Wang Anping listened from the shadows for a while and already understood.

A group of robbers kidnapped a little girl. One of them went out to talk to the girl's family about the ransom, while the other two stayed here to guard the hostage.

Wang Anping figured out the details.

Only the man at the door carried a gun, while the scarred man inside only had a short knife at his waist.

Moreover, these two were just strong and muscular at most; they had never practiced martial arts. In Wang Anping's eyes, they were no different from adults dealing with children.

Under the cover of darkness, Wang Anping gently descended from the rooftop.

Taking advantage of the moment when the man at the door turned his head, the short knife in his hand swiftly slashed across his neck.

The moment he landed, he rushed straight into the house.

Before Scarface could even grab the dagger on the table, Wang Anping delivered a powerful, heavy punch to his chest, sending him flying. He crashed heavily into the wall and collapsed to the ground.

The little girl in the corner only then noticed the commotion around her and looked up.

He looked at Wang Anping with a terrified expression.

After confirming that there were no other threats in the house, Wang Anping slowly stepped forward, first taking out the tattered rag stuffed in her mouth, and then untying the rope binding her hands.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and her face was covered in tears, her expression filled with fear.

He must have been captured some time ago, because he looked extremely disheveled and his original appearance was no longer visible. All that could be seen were his big, round, bright eyes, which were now filled with fear.

Once the girl had calmed down a bit, Wang Anping asked:

"Do you live around here?"

"Should I take you home, or should we go to the police station together first?"

The little girl's voice was still trembling slightly:

"Thank you, comrade, I'd like to go home first."

As she spoke, she bent down and picked up a schoolbag that was lying at her feet, then hugged it tightly to her chest.

Whether it was the schoolbag in her arms or the fine cloth clothes she was wearing, the materials were extremely exquisite, which showed that this girl's family background must be extraordinary.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

How could robbers possibly kidnap poor people!

Wang Anping waved to her, signaling her to wait a moment, then turned and walked to the corner of the wall, where he snapped the scarred man's neck.

Then he turned to the little girl and said:

"They have an accomplice; judging from their conversation, that person should be back soon."

"We'll leave after we've dealt with him."

He has always been like this.

Either don't get involved, or if you do, you'll never leave any loose ends.

Moreover, this matter cannot be delayed. Even if the girl's family finds the police, they may not be able to find the final person. It's better to resolve it all at once.

The little girl was in a hurry to go home.

But thinking of how calmly Wang Anping had twisted the scarred man's neck, he couldn't help but feel a little scared and obediently nodded.

They followed Wang Anping and hid behind the front gate, quietly waiting for the third robber to return.

The two stood side by side, neither of them speaking.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was somewhat oppressive.

Wang Anping broke the silence first and casually asked:

Are you a student?

The little girl nodded quickly, her voice soft:

"Yes, I'm in my third year of junior high school. They caught me on my way home from school one evening."

"After they arrested me, they waited for a while, then let one of them go out, saying they wanted to talk to my parents about the ransom. I've been waiting like this ever since."

Wang Anping nodded.

I didn't ask her name or family background any further.

He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, and this was purely by chance. He felt bad about just watching a young girl in danger and doing nothing, so he stepped in to help.

So after asking a trivial question, the two fell silent again.

The little girl gradually recovered from her initial shock.

Clutching her schoolbag, she discreetly observed the young man beside her, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered her courage to ask:

"Excuse me, sir, what's your name?"

"When I get home, I'll definitely have my dad thank you properly."

Wang Anping paused for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to blurt out "Lei Moumou".

But then he thought that the hero was a few years younger than him, and he couldn't steal the hero's name, so he waved his hand and didn't say anything.

The young girl noticed the other person's attitude and looked a little embarrassed.

He lowered his head slightly and asked no more questions.

Fortunately, it didn't take long.

Footsteps approached from outside the courtyard.

The little girl stiffened abruptly. Wang Anping gestured for her to be quiet and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

The person outside the door stood still at the entrance, seemingly listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the courtyard.

The little girl clutched her schoolbag tightly, her eyes wide open.

His fingers gripped the backpack strap tightly, his knuckles turning white. He held his breath in tension, and could clearly hear the pounding of his own heart.

Wang Anping stood behind the door, separated from the person outside only by a wooden door.

Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside.

The person outside was about to come in.

But as soon as the door was pushed open a crack, Wang Anping's hand shot out like lightning and instantly grabbed his throat.

With a soft "crack," the third thug collapsed, lifeless, before he could even figure out what had happened.

Wang Anping casually dragged the body to the corner of the front yard wall, then turned to the little girl and said:

"Let's go."

The two walked out of the yard. Wang Anping found his bicycle, let the little girl sit on the back seat, and pedaled towards her house in the direction she pointed out.

About twenty minutes later.

The bicycle stopped in front of an impressive mansion.

Calling it a small villa is not quite accurate. This residence is much larger than Chen Xueru's two-story house and can be considered a large villa, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Wang Anping understood immediately; the person who could make three ruthless bandits take such a risk to kidnap him was indeed no ordinary person.

This is definitely the girl's home.

Stop the car some distance from the gate and say to the little girl in the back seat:

"We've arrived at your house. I see the lights in the yard are all on, so your parents must be worried. You should go back home quickly."

"Oh, by the way, remind your parents later."

"There are still a few corpses in that empty courtyard. Have them send someone to deal with them to avoid causing trouble."

With that, Wang Anping rode away on his bicycle.