Chapter 20 of 100

Chapter 20

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"This is a sedative incense. When lit, it will emit a fragrant smoke. A small piece like this can affect a ten-meter radius in a room with poor ventilation. Anyone who smells it will be unable to escape." The female bandit pulled open a drawer, untied the yellow paper wrapping, and revealed the compressed incense blocks inside.

"Where's the antidote?" The fat man, of course, knew what the female bandit was up to. She told him about the incense but not the antidote, so he couldn't use it. Did she think he didn't know there was an antidote? The father and daughter last night must have taken the antidote beforehand, so they weren't affected by the incense.

"The antidote is here." The female bandit's face changed unnaturally, and she quickly pulled open another drawer, revealing a drawer full of black pills.

"You take one. I want to light a piece of the incense to test its power, hehe." The fat man chuckled coldly. No one could fool him. Who knew if this was the real antidote? Who knew if this was the real incense? Who knew if the female bandit was lying? He had to test it himself to be sure.

The female bandit's face turned even paler. She picked up a black pill and swallowed it directly. The fat man made her open her mouth to check, ensuring she had swallowed the pill. Only then did he take one himself. The female bandit was relieved, grateful that she hadn't lied to the fat man, or she wouldn't have known how she would die.

The fat man used a candle from the secret room to light the incense. The incense burned very quickly, releasing a large amount of smoke that instantly filled the entire secret room. The scent of the smoke was indeed the same as what the fat man had smelled last night.

The fat man chuckled. This was a good thing. He made the female bandit find a bag and pack everything to take away. He wasn't interested in the remaining weapons or other items in the secret room, except for a dull gray dagger with a blood groove. In the dark, this dagger could blend in perfectly with the darkness.

For assassination, the worst thing was the reflection of the blade. Low-key was the best. He took the dagger with its sheath and tied it to his waist. After searching for a while, he found nothing else of interest. Suddenly, he attacked the female bandit, striking her at the base of her skull without warning, causing her brain to instantly stop receiving blood, and she fell unconscious again.

The fat man put on his gun, picked up the bag, and left the secret room, returning to the bedroom. He didn't bother to push the dressing table back. He wanted to leave immediately but felt it was too cheap. Although someone else had drugged him, it was still the Tiger's Mouth Bandit Gang's doing, and the second-in-command was definitely one of the masterminds. It would be too easy to just leave.

Revenge must be taken, and grievances must be settled. This was the fat man's motto. He suddenly grinned, showing his trademark evil smile. Since the Tiger's Mouth Bandit Gang used incense to trick him, he would do the opposite and use a foul smell to deal with these bandits who dared to provoke him.

Looking at the second-in-command's bed, the fat man's smile grew more evil. He stepped onto the bed, lifted the quilt, loosened his belt, and took off his pants, then squatted down and held his breath...

"Damn, I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy..."

The fat man pinched his nose, enduring great pain, shouting and quickly closing the door. He then hurriedly walked forward, almost crawling, to escape the stench.

After a while, he encountered two cooks walking towards him. Fortunately, the fat man noticed them in time and quickly hid. The two cooks didn't see him at all.

"Uncle Biao, how is this possible? Why does every dish have a strange smell?" one of the cooks asked. These two were responsible for serving the dishes, and one of them was the kitchen head, Uncle Biao.

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Uncle Biao's face was grim. He didn't know whether to serve the dishes or not. The boss had clearly said to prepare twenty-six dishes, and he had promised to do so. If he couldn't prepare all twenty-six dishes, the boss might skin him alive.

"Should I send someone to make more?" the cook asked cautiously. The boss was in a bad mood, so he had to be careful.

"Make more? Twelve more dishes? You think you can just make them? We need to go down the mountain to buy the ingredients. Do you want the boss and the Eighth Route Army to have dinner at noon?" If Uncle Biao's hands weren't full of dishes, he would have given the cook a good beating. Instead, he shouted, "Go, go quickly, just serve them first!"

If he didn't make more dishes, he would be punished. If he served the dishes directly, he would also be punished. Uncle Biao steeled himself and decided to take the risk, hoping for good luck as he carried the dishes to the hall.

The fat man hid behind the wall, trying hard not to laugh, his stomach cramping from holding it in. But suddenly, he froze. These dishes were for Colonel Zhang and his group. This joke was too big, not only tricking the Tiger's Mouth Bandit Gang but also Colonel Zhang and his group. He thought, "Oh no, Wang Yi is here too!"

The fat man didn't waste any time and hurriedly followed Uncle Biao and the cook. If not for his obesity, which made him stand out, his tracking and counter-tracking skills from his previous life would have been unmatched. Now, he had to be extra careful.

He dodged several guards and finally followed Uncle Biao and the cook to the front hall.

The fat man didn't dare to go inside. He climbed up the wall, almost falling off due to his weight, and finally made it to the roof. He crawled along the roof beams to a good vantage point, exhausted and drenched in sweat.

"I must lose weight!" Unlike many women who aren't fat, the fat man hated his excess weight, longing for his fit body from his previous life.

At the head of the hall, four men and one woman were seated: the boss, Tiger, the second-in-command, Beauty, the third-in-command, Yang Yun, the fourth-in-command, Jia Daode, and the fifth-in-command, Liu Kongkong.

A long table over ten meters long was set up in the hall, filled with dishes and drinks. On one side sat the Eighth Route Army, and on the other side sat the leaders of the Tiger's Mouth Bandit Gang.

Seeing Wang Yi among the Eighth Route Army doctors, the fat man felt relieved. He wondered how to tell Colonel Zhang and the others not to eat his urine. If he jumped down now, he might stop Colonel Zhang and the others from eating the urine, but it wouldn't be that simple.

The biggest issue was that the bandits had set up this banquet clearly to avoid offending Colonel Zhang. Anyone could see that he and Colonel Zhang were close. The bandits didn't want to offend Colonel Zhang but still wanted to keep him captive. What was going on?

"Everyone, please be quiet!" Tiger, the boss, stood up with a smile, holding a wine bowl. He was indeed a formidable bandit leader, with a bronze complexion, explosive muscles, and a height of nearly two meters. His face wasn't handsome, but it matched his towering height and thick arms, with no excess fat, making him look like a wall of steel.

The hall fell silent. Tiger smiled and raised his wine bowl. "Since my sister and I started our banditry on Tiger's Mouth Mountain, we have always robbed the rich to help the poor and never oppressed the people. Now that the Japanese have invaded, we are few in number, but we will fight to the death. We will not be slaves of a fallen nation, and even in death, we will remain Chinese ghosts..."

"Bravo!" The hall erupted in cheers and applause.

The fat man squatted on the roof beam, smirking. No wonder so many people followed Tiger; he was indeed a charismatic leader.

When the noise died down, Tiger continued in a booming voice, "We are all fighting the Japanese, and we are all brothers. It's a rare honor for Colonel Ma and the Eighth Route Army to join us today. Let's raise our first cup to Colonel Ma and his men!"

"Cheers, drink up!" The crowd shouted, raising their bowls and finding Eighth Route Army soldiers to clink glasses with. Only Colonel Ma stood up, raised his bowl, and toasted Tiger from a distance before drinking his wine.

"Boss, if you have something to say, just say it. We are all fighting the Japanese. If there's anything you need from me and the Eighth Route Army, we will not hesitate to help!" Colonel Ma wasn't that foolish; he wouldn't be swayed by Tiger's words.

Tiger had drugged them and brought them up the mountain. How was this treating guests? Moreover, Colonel Ma didn't know if the fat man was alive or dead. So when he received Tiger's invitation to the banquet, he had everyone prepare for a fight if anything went wrong. There was no point in talking to these bandits.

"Ha ha, Colonel Ma, don't be in a hurry. Wait a moment. After I deal with something, I have important matters to discuss with you." Tiger's words were ambiguous, leaving Colonel Ma puzzled about what he was up to.

The fat man on the roof beam thought Tiger had discovered him and already had his gun ready, ready to shoot if anything went wrong.

"Bring the half-immortal up!" Tiger shouted to the bandits outside.

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