Chapter 19

This fragrance was definitely not the same as the mysterious scent from last night; it was more like the scent of flowers. The fat man let out a sigh of relief, took the woman bandit into the room, locked the door, and then placed her on the floor. Only then did he start to think.

It was clear that this woman bandit was guarding a room that resembled a lady's bedroom. This room must belong to a significant figure in the bandit stronghold, and it must be a woman. From this, he deduced that this room should be the boudoir of the second-in-command, who was known as the "Modern Beauty of the Han Dynasty."

The fat man began to search the room, looking for anything useful. After searching the outer room, he found only ordinary household items and various women's items. On the bookshelf, he even discovered a number of military classics from ancient and modern times, as well as books on traditional Chinese medicine.

Finding nothing in the outer room, he walked into the inner room and immediately saw a sniper rifle, the 98K, hanging on the wall. The 6x scope was so familiar and comforting. Next to it hung a German-made 20-shot pistol in a holster. Weren't these his guns?

"Damn, to dare to take Fat Master's guns so openly, you've got some nerve!" The fat man cursed as he took down the 98K and the 20-shot pistol. Fortunately, the ammunition for these two guns was also there. He didn't hesitate to take them back, as they were originally his.

The captured Mauser pistol was clearly a domestic imitation, which didn't meet the fat man's standards. He collected all the ammunition and then casually threw the Mauser aside, starting to search the inner bedroom.

He carefully searched each drawer and cabinet but found nothing except over ten silver dollars. This made the fat man very frustrated. He thought to himself, "The second-in-command of the Tiger's Mouth Bandit Stronghold, the largest bandit group in the county, shouldn't have only these few silver dollars. They must be hidden somewhere."

The fat man's small eyes looked at the unconscious woman bandit with ill intent, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

He walked over to the woman bandit, squatted down, and flipped her over, then raised his hand and slapped her.

"Ouch..." The sudden pain woke the woman bandit, but she was still confused. The fat man raised his hand again, and the second slap landed solidly on her. Both slaps were delivered with skill, causing maximum pain.

"Ouch..." The woman bandit screamed, suddenly realizing what was happening. Just as she was about to resist, the wicked fat man sat down on her, almost suffocating her. With over 200 pounds of weight, even a strong man would be crushed, let alone a woman.

"You, you... uh uh..." The woman bandit struggled, trying to call for help, but the fat man's 20-shot pistol was already in her mouth. The fat man smiled and said, "If you dare to scream, I won't live anyway. I might as well have my way with you first. I'll die a happy man, hehe."

The woman bandit was stunned. She wasn't afraid of death, but the thought of being violated by this lecherous fat man was worse than death. She was truly terrified and stopped struggling and shouting, becoming as quiet as a good little girl.

"That's better." The fat man smiled, took the 20-shot pistol out of her mouth, and continued, "The owner of this bedroom must have hidden a lot of good things. If you tell me, I promise not to do anything bad. If you don't, I will do something bad."

"No, no, please, please..." The woman bandit had never seen such a wicked person. All thoughts of calling for help were gone, and she could only beg.

"Speak up." The fat man still smiled.

The woman bandit finally gathered her strength and said, "In the bedroom, there is a secret room. Only the second-in-command and two of us know about it..."

The woman bandit revealed everything, telling the fat man all the secrets of the bedroom. She was truly afraid of the wicked fat man using some shameful and despicable methods against her.

"Let's go, lead Fat Master to see it." The fat man put the 20-shot pistol back in the holster, stood up, and smiled.

The woman bandit let out a sigh of relief, almost having been crushed. This fat man was incredibly heavy and had despicable methods. She was still terrified just thinking about it. She got up and led the fat man into the inner bedroom, then moved the dressing table to one side, revealing a small opening that only allowed a person to enter by bending over.

Sure enough, it was a different world inside. The fat man sighed and smiled at the woman bandit, "You lead the way, I'll follow."

The woman bandit didn't dare to argue and bowed to enter the opening. The fat man quickly followed.

Once inside, they walked down a staircase and soon reached a room of about 20 square meters. The room was filled with various cold weapons and firearms, large money chests, and rows of cabinets along the walls. There was also an arched exit. The fat man guessed that this exit must be the secret passage leading from the Tiger's Mouth Bandit Stronghold to the bottom of the mountain.

"This is the secret room where the second-in-command stores the incense, valuables, and various weapons. The arched exit is the secret passage..." The woman bandit's eyes flickered as she spoke.

The fat man, seeing the woman bandit's expression, immediately dismissed the idea of escaping through the arched exit. He guessed that there must be something wrong with the exit. The woman bandit was being so straightforward, clearly trying to get him to escape through the exit.

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!

Suspicion is a characteristic that every special forces soldier who has experienced life and death must possess. Every abnormality makes the fat man think of various consequences before taking action, ensuring a decisive strike and a safe retreat to complete the mission.

In fact, every special forces soldier fears death, fearing that a small mistake might cause their own or their comrades' deaths, leading to the failure of the mission. This is completely different from the brave and fearless special forces soldiers in TV shows. They exist solely to achieve their goals and will use any means necessary to complete their tasks.

"Bring the incense to Fat Master." The fat man said casually.