Chapter 30

The fat man was assigned to a quiet guest room, where he sat alone, cleaning his gun. He was worried because in ten days, on a lucky day, the Tiger Mouth Mountain Bandit Gang would hold a grand banquet to celebrate his wedding with Saishezhen.

The wedding was to be held in the form of a赘婿 (a man who marries into his wife's family), which was fine, but the most important thing was that Saishezhen, for some reason, had her subordinates send a letter to the Eighth Route Army's Colonel Ma in Qingzhou, inviting him to the wedding banquet.

Wasn't this clearly telling Wang Yi that he was getting married, thus cutting off any chance of him being with Wang Yi? The fat man had originally planned to leave, but his injuries were not fully healed. Although he wasn't "crippled and dead," he was still seriously injured and still felt pain when he moved too much.

Most importantly, the fat man suddenly felt a bit lost. His original goal was to join the Nationalist Army to fight the Japanese, but now he hadn't even joined the Nationalist Army; instead, he had joined the bandits and was forced to marry the bandit chief's wife. He was so depressed that he forgot about his weight loss plan, spending his days eating and staring blankly, and when he was bored, he would teach the two guards some basic skills.

"Second Son-in-Law? Second Son-in-Law?..." The polite voice of the guard outside the door echoed. All the bandits in the gang knew that this fat man would soon marry the second chief and become the first chief's brother-in-law, so they had to treat him well.

"Second your grandpa, calling me like that! Your whole family is second!" The fat man was half-asleep in a reclining chair, and the bandit's call woke him up. He particularly disliked being called "Second Son-in-Law," especially the "second" part. It was outrageous, as if he were really a赘婿 (a man who marries into his wife's family). He cursed loudly.

"I wouldn't dare to disturb Second Son-in-Law's sweet dreams, but it's... it's Fifth Chief who has come!" The bandit had been cursed by the fat man for several days and knew that he was just a loudmouth. He was actually a good person. At first, Uncle Biao treated him with good wine and food, but the fat man, being considerate of the subordinates, gave all the wine and meat to them and only ate two steamed buns himself. This moved the two guards so much that they praised the prince to everyone, making all the bandits envious.

"Damn, do you think I'm a fool? That good food was all peed on by me!" The fat man had given all the good wine and meat to the two guards for the first two days. On the third day, no more good food was sent, so he started eating and drinking normally.

"Let him in." The fat man suddenly thought of Liu Kongkong, the fifth chief, who had lost all his money to him the day before. Since they both had the same surname, the fat man felt it was his duty to win all his money, so he couldn't let others say he was favoring his own family.

A man with shifty eyes and a bandaged arm that hung down to his neck stepped into the room and cursed, "I really have bad luck. I lose money to you, Second Son-in-Law, during the day, and at night, when I try to raid the Japanese supply wagons, I get ambushed and even break my arm!"

"Are you serious about raiding the Japanese supply wagons?" The fat man was interested and decided to use reverse psychology.

"Look at what you're saying. I can raid even Qingzhou City!" Liu Kongkong was dissatisfied and continued, "After I lost all my money to you yesterday, the first chief sent me and Third Brother to raid the Japanese supply wagons. Damn, I Liu Kongkong love raiding the Japanese. We waited for the Japanese supply wagons to pass on the main road and then attacked. But the wagons were full of Japanese soldiers, and we were ambushed by a large number of Japanese and puppet troops. We also had to deal with landmines. We lost over thirty brothers, and Third Brother barely managed to save me and escape back to the gang. What bad luck!"

"Is the gang short of food? How did the first chief know the Japanese were transporting supplies?" The fat man asked the key questions. Clearly, Yang Yun and Liu Kongkong had been ambushed during their operation last night. There was either false intelligence or a traitor. However, the fat man believed it was more likely to be false intelligence. There might be a traitor in the gang, but he preferred to investigate the intelligence first and then the traitor, as he wanted to believe in human nature.

"Don't mention it. The gang's food won't last ten days." Liu Kongkong quickly changed the subject, "Of course, there is an informant... but let's not talk about this annoying thing. Let's play some dice, let's play some dice."

"Alright." The fat man took three dice and two empty bowls, put the dice in one bowl, and covered it with the other. He skillfully shook the bowls, and the dice spun inside. Finally, he placed the bowls on the table and called out like an old gambler, "Bet on big or small, one-to-one odds, three-to-one for guessing the exact number. Bet money to win money, bet your wife to win children, no cheating, time waits for no one, once the bet is placed, no changes... "

"I bet... big!" Liu Kongkong took out a wallet, pulled out a silver dollar, and slapped it on the table.

"Is it set?" The fat man's eyes rolled, and he asked.

"I bet big. I bet small all day yesterday, and big numbers kept coming up. I've had bad luck these past two days, so I have to bet the opposite!" Liu Kongkong said fiercely.

"Open, one, two, four, seven, small. Sorry, Fifth Chief, hehe." The fat man took the silver dollar to his side, and Liu Kongkong's eyes almost burst with anger.

"Damn, five silver dollars, continue to bet big!" Liu Kongkong took out five silver dollars from his wallet and slapped them on the table.

"Bet placed, no changes. Open, four, four, six, fourteen, big, the player wins!" The fat man threw five silver dollars to Liu Kongkong. He wasn't afraid of losing money; he had a plan. After all, the money was what he had won from Liu Kongkong the day before. As long as he could make Liu Kongkong happy and get the information he wanted, it would be worth it.

"Haha, damn, it looks like my luck is changing!" Liu Kongkong took the silver dollars and was overjoyed. He had lost all day yesterday!

"It seems Fifth Chief's luck is turning. Even without the informant, you could easily raid the Japanese supplies next time!" The fat man started to take advantage of Liu Kongkong's good mood, playing while getting to the point.

"That's not how it is. The informant is a mole the first chief planted in the Nationalist Army. When the Japanese invaded, the Nationalist Army in Qingzhou City surrendered and became puppet troops. So the informant started providing intelligence to the gang... Haha, big again, my luck is really turning, haha!" Liu Kongkong was overjoyed.

"Is this informant reliable?" The fat man continued to play and ask.

"How could he not be reliable? You don't know, he used to be the sixth chief of our gang. He and the other chiefs are life-and-death friends. If he hadn't volunteered to be an informant, who would want to work for the Japanese? Afraid of being criticized by the villagers... Haha, big, big, big, big again!" Liu Kongkong's mouth was twisted with laughter.

"Many years have passed, people can change." The fat man probed.

"I believe others might join the Japanese, but I would never believe he would. His hometown is in Northeast China. During the September 18th Incident, his wife, children, and parents were all killed by Japanese bombs. He has no other strengths, just a deep hatred for the Japanese!"

"Oh." The fat man had a slight understanding.

"Haha, damn, big again, my luck is really turning!" Liu Kongkong laughed heartily.

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