Chapter 40

Monkeys and Dog Bear stood there in a daze, staring at the graceful appearance of Sai Diaochan, their mouths wide open as if they could stuff an egg inside, their eyes filled with the unique admiration men have when looking at women.

"What are you staring at? Keep staring and I'll gouge out your eyes! Where's that fatso?" As soon as Sai Diaochan spoke, her fierce nature as the second-in-command was revealed. She understood why these two were so shocked; it was just because she had changed into a little Western dress that the fatso had specially gotten for her.

Wearing this Western dress, which was of top quality in both stitching and material, did feel a bit awkward, but the coarse clothes that had hidden her charm were all wet. She had no choice but to wear this set. Honestly, she was somewhat grateful to the fatso for finding her a dry set of clothes. If she had worn those wet clothes for a long time, even in summer, she might have fallen ill.

"Back, back, Second-in-command, the son-in-law left early this morning." Monkeys and Dog Bear immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at Sai Diaochan anymore. This lady was not someone to be provoked.

"Hmm? That fatso, he gave me this uncomfortable dress and then went out to enjoy himself." Sai Diaochan cursed as she walked to the door, reached out to pull the door bolt, but it wouldn't budge. She tried again with more force, but it still wouldn't open, and she heard the sound of the lock rattling outside. She suddenly realized what had happened and angrily cursed, "Locking me in? Fine, fine, wait until that fatso comes back and see how I deal with you!"

Monkeys and Dog Bear exchanged glances and shivered simultaneously. Before the fatso came to the mountain stronghold, this second-in-command, though a woman, was a fierce star who had made them suffer many times. After the fatso arrived, he became the top expert in tormenting people, but the second-in-command's lingering influence still made them avoid her at all costs.

"The son-in-law left us three roasted chickens, a pot of porridge, and a dozen steamed buns before he left. He also left a letter, but Dog Bear and I can't read," Monkeys said cautiously. This lady was not easy to please.

"Where's the letter?" Sai Diaochan frowned and asked.

Monkeys quickly took the note the fatso had left from the table and handed it to Sai Diaochan. Then, he and Dog Bear stood with their heads lowered, like criminals confessing.

"The son-in-law slept in the outer room with you two, but you couldn't keep an eye on him. How should I punish you two?" Sai Diaochan was most worried that the fatso would use the opportunity to sneak away. She glared at Monkeys and Dog Bear and then took the paper, her face stern. "I heard that if you two slack off, the son-in-law makes you do push-ups. How about this: each of you does a thousand push-ups, and I'll count. If you miss one, you won't get off easy!"

Monkeys and Dog Bear immediately wilted, knowing that this lady never backed down from her threats. They sighed inwardly, their faces showing their distress, and both lay down on the floor to start doing push-ups.

Sai Diaochan glared at them, then found a chair and sat down, finally looking at the note the fatso had left.

"Fat Master is out for a stroll, taking care of some personal matters. Stay in the room and wait. I've prepared food and drink for you. I'll be back by evening. If anyone dares to pry open the door or step out of the house, if it's Monkeys or Dog Bear, they'll do a thousand push-ups; if it's Sai Diaochan, I'll lift her skirt and spank her..."

Sai Diaochan's hand trembled as she tore the note to shreds, her face flushed and her teeth clenched in anger. "Fatso, I won't let you off!"

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The fatso put away his twenty-shot pistol and looked at Boss Huang with a smile, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Well, Fat Master really misjudged you. I didn't expect Boss Huang to be so secretive, managing to fool me last time. It's rare, very rare... Anyway, whether Boss Huang is with the Communists or the Nationalists, let Fat Master die with a clear conscience, okay?"

The fatso was very calm. Even without a gun, Boss Huang couldn't hurt him. He had encountered such situations many times during his special operations. No matter how ruthless, none were as ruthless as drug lords, and he could subdue them in the moment they pulled the trigger. Besides, he didn't feel any killing intent from Boss Huang, who at most wanted to capture him to get information.

"Whether you're with the Communists or the Nationalists, you don't need to ask. Just know that I am a Chinese who refuses to be a slave of a conquered nation!" Boss Huang was puzzled by the fatso's action of putting away his gun. This was a standoff, so why did the fatso give up the advantage?

Boss Huang, taken aback, pointed his gun at the fatso and shouted, "Stand up and come with me!"

"Hey, Fat Master has something to tell you," the fatso said as he stood up, nonchalantly.

"You still have the nerve to talk. I'll make you confess in a moment. Move!" Boss Huang raised his gun and urged the fatso.

"Anyone who dares to point a gun at Fat Master from such a close distance won't live," the fatso said calmly, still not moving.

"Are you coming or not, you traitor!" Boss Huang was getting angry. The fatso seemed to be counting on him not daring to shoot, becoming increasingly brazen.

But as soon as Boss Huang finished speaking, the fatso moved.

He turned his head to avoid the gun, and his fat body crashed into Boss Huang's chest, his shoulder fitting perfectly under Boss Huang's raised arm. This all happened in an instant, lifting Boss Huang's gun high into the air. The fatso's shoulder locked Boss Huang's arm, making it impossible to move.

Boss Huang was terrified. He had been a secret agent for ten years and had seen many things, but he had never seen such a way to break free. Just as he was about to turn the gun around to shoot the traitor at point-blank range, he felt a pain in his crotch. The fatso had kneed him, making his waist bend in pain. Then, the fatso's forehead slammed into his nose.

With a "bang," Boss Huang cried out in pain, blood splattering as he fell backward. As he hit the ground, the fatso stepped forward and stomped on his wrist holding the gun.

"How about that? Fat Master always keeps his word. It would be easy to kill you now. Do you still want to resist?" The fatso smiled at Boss Huang, who had dared to point a gun at him. Apart from Wang Yi, no one had escaped his punishment, not even Zhang Liguang.

"Since I'm in your hands, I accept my fate. Shoot me!" Boss Huang was defiant, turning his head away, his face full of righteous indignation, refusing to look at the fatso's arrogant face. He was truly frustrated, unable to gather intelligence now. The fatso's sudden and unexpected attack was something no one could have defended against.

The fatso's lips curled into a cold smile. He had already heard footsteps coming from the inner courtyard, likely to save Boss Huang. He took out his twenty-shot pistol again and bent down to grab Boss Huang's Browning.

Judging by the footsteps, three people were coming. The fatso was confident that even without moving, he could easily kill all three, regardless of whether they were with the Nationalists or the Communists. If they were anti-Japanese fighters, he wouldn't kill them, just teach them a lesson.

With a "bang," two men with pistols rushed into the room, followed by a waiter. The fatso's twenty-shot pistol and Browning were both aimed at them. However, when they saw each other clearly, both the fatso and the newcomers froze. The fatso exclaimed, "Damn, it's you, kid?"