Chapter 39

In less than half an hour, the fat man appeared in the room furtively, holding three sets of clothes, one of which was a woman's outfit. He threw the three sets of clothes in front of Sediao Chan, Monkey, and Bear, and said, "Change."

Monkey and Bear were quick to start undressing on the spot, as the clothes they were wearing were all wet and very uncomfortable.

Sediao Chan quickly turned around, hating the fat man. Ever since Monkey and Bear had followed the fat man, they had completely ignored her. Now they even dared to undress in front of her, the second-in-command. It was true that you learned from the people you followed, and following the fat man, they had learned all sorts of shameless tricks.

"Hey, aren't you changing?" The fat man looked at Sediao Chan, who was still in her wet clothes, and asked.

"No, I'd rather die than change!" Sediao Chan turned her back, feeling both ashamed and angry. The idea of changing in front of men was a joke.

"Got it." The fat man suddenly understood; the woman was embarrassed. He reached out, grabbed Sediao Chan's arm, and held the woman's outfit in his other hand, dragging her inside. Caught off guard, Sediao Chan stumbled, and in a fit of anger, she shouted, "Fat bastard, you, you can't make me change in front of you!"

"Who wants to see your bare ass? Let me tell you, the women I've seen all have F-cup breasts. You, at most, are a D. I have no interest, and I'm afraid it would hurt my eyes!" The fat man sneered, but in his heart, he was sad. Goodbye, F-cup goddess, I've already crossed over to fight the devils.

"Hmm?" Sediao Chan didn't understand what "F-cup" and "D" meant, but she guessed the fat man was saying her figure was bad. Her face turned red, and she glared at the fat man angrily. As long as the fat man didn't make her undress in front of Monkey and Bear, she might consider changing in front of him. After all, in a few days, she and the fat man would be married, and she wasn't a shy person.

The fat man dragged Sediao Chan to the inner room, threw the woman's outfit on the ground, and glanced at her, saying, "If you don't want to get sick, change these clothes."

After saying that, the fat man didn't wait for Sediao Chan's response and walked out, pulling the curtain behind the carved archway, making the inner room completely dark.

Sediao Chan was a bit stunned, then her face turned red. She spat and was even more convinced that this was the fat man's house, and that the fat man was a bad person. Knowing there was a curtain, he still undressed in front of her, showing his fat body. Was he disgusting himself or others?

After that, while changing, Sediao Chan heard the conversation in the outer room.

"Son-in-law, is this your house?" Monkey, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, asked.

"Uh-huh." The fat man responded, not bothering to explain.

"Son-in-law, your house is really big!" Bear exclaimed.

"Uh-huh." The fat man still didn't have the mood to respond.

"Son-in-law, your house is really beautiful!" Monkey also exclaimed.

"Aren't you two tired of sleeping? Fine, a thousand push-ups. When you finish, you can sleep. One less, and you do a hundred more!" The fat man was almost driven crazy by these two. He was already annoyed by returning to this house, and they were making things worse.

Monkey and Bear immediately shut up; push-ups had become their nightmare.

The next morning, Monkey woke up on the floor. Turning his head, he saw Bear's thigh pressing on him, which had woken him up. Moving Bear's hairy thigh, Monkey made a face and then sat up, stretching. Looking around, he didn't see the fat man.

"Strange, didn't we all sleep on the floor together last night?" Monkey scratched his head, wondering where the son-in-law had gone. Could it be that he had slipped into the inner room last night and done something with the second-in-command? Oh, they weren't even married yet, and the son-in-law and the second-in-command were in such a hurry?

"Achoo!"

The fat man sneezed for no reason, angrily thinking that someone was badmouthing him early in the morning. If he caught the person, he would definitely kill him.

Lowering his hat brim, the fat man walked into a shop with a sign that read "Manufacturing Hall." The clerk in a long robe immediately greeted him upon seeing a customer at the opening of the shop.

"Call out your boss, Mr. Huang. Tell him that Mr. Liu from last time is here and has a big order for him!" The fat man didn't beat around the bush; there was no point in talking to this clerk, who wouldn't understand anyway.

The boss of this "Manufacturing Hall" had worked as a supervisor in a manufacturing bureau in a big city in his early years. Later, he retired and opened a shop in the county, specializing in custom-made mechanical parts and various farming tools. Business was just so-so.

"Please wait in the parlor." The clerk immediately smiled, remembering that Mr. Liu had spent a fortune ten days ago, buying some chemical supplies that the boss had to send for from the provincial capital, making a profit of three to four times.

The fat man walked with a swagger, like a big shot, following the clerk to the parlor and sitting down. The clerk served tea and then hurried to call the boss.

Soon, the boss, who was over fifty, rushed in. Seeing the fat man with his hat brim lowered, he was slightly surprised. When the fat man raised his head, Mr. Huang laughed and bowed, saying, "Mr. Liu, it's been a while. I'm sorry for not greeting you properly. Please forgive me."

"Mr. Huang, let's skip the formalities. I'm here to pick up the goods from last time, and I have a few small items to entrust to you. The price is negotiable." The fat man stood up and bowed, getting straight to the point.

"Ah." Mr. Huang looked at the fat man meaningfully, gestured for him to sit, and then sat down himself.

"Mr. Huang, please take a look." The fat man took out a small package wrapped in waterproof oil paper from his clothes, opened it, and revealed two pieces of paper. He took one out and handed it to Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang took the blueprint and looked at it for a while, then said, "This is a blueprint for manufacturing a certain trigger mechanism?"

"Mr. Huang has a good eye. Can you make it?" The fat man was also surprised. He hadn't expected anyone to understand his blueprint. He had a bad feeling; if this blueprint got out, it would cause a lot of trouble.

This was a blueprint of a military crossbow structure that the fat man had drawn from memory. During his special forces training, the instructor had specifically introduced this crossbow, explaining its structure and dimensions, a silent and lethal weapon for assassinations behind enemy lines.

"It can be done, but your blueprint has specific dimensions, so we might need to go to the provincial capital to find a machine shop to make the parts. It's not difficult, but it will take time," Mr. Huang said.

"No problem. If you can deliver ten sets of these parts within three months, that's fine. They must be made according to the dimensions. However, I have one request: this blueprint must not be leaked." The fat man took out a handful of silver dollars from his pocket, placed them on the table, and said, "Here are twenty silver dollars as a deposit."

"Mr. Liu, you can rest assured. I will deliver the goods within three months. This blueprint will only be known to you and me. We are in business, and we value integrity." Mr. Huang bowed, spoke politely, and stood up. Just as the fat man was about to stand up, he suddenly sensed danger approaching and reflexively pulled out his twenty-shot pistol.

At that moment, Mr. Huang had also pulled out a small Browning. The fat man was puzzled; why had Mr. Huang suddenly pulled a gun on him, and how did he have a gun? Was he a collaborator?

The clerk waiting outside, seeing the two men draw their guns, hurriedly ran to the back, either out of fear or to get help.

"Put your gun down. I am Liu Mang, the dedicated translator for the Japanese Shallow Field Brigade. We've been waiting for a collaborator like you who can move around in the Japanese brigade." Mr. Huang was surprised; this fat Japanese translator was usually a coward, but now he dared to face him with a gun, and his draw was very fast, even faster than his own. If he hadn't drawn his gun first, he wouldn't have been able to draw it at all.