Chapter 78

"Hmph!" Old Mr. Lei was displeased. He could tolerate any insults to himself, but how could anyone say his ancestors were traitors!

Old Mr. Lei, agitated, slammed his cane on the ground with a thud, stood up, and trembled all over. He roared, "You brat! How can you insult the ancestors of the Lei family? I'll take you to a place to open your eyes and stop your nonsense!"

With that, Old Mr. Lei walked ahead on his own. The rascal made a face at the fat man and hurried over to support the old man as they walked out.

"Heh, this rotten kid!" The fat man, torn between laughter and tears, stood up. As he put his foot down, he felt an unbearable pain and quickly had Monkey support him. He thought to himself, to test if Old Mr. Lei had real skills, it was worth enduring this kick. But this rascal was too bad, simply unforgivable, and he would have to spank him if he caught him.

Following Old Mr. Lei through several turns in the large house, they arrived at a house in the back yard that had been unoccupied for a long time. Old Mr. Lei fumbled with the key and opened the door, leading the fat man and Monkey into the room.

As soon as the fat man entered, he saw the room filled with various bows—long, short, single, double, and all sorts of strange and unusual bows. Following Old Mr. Lei into the dark inner room, the old man lit a lamp. In the light, the fat man and Monkey were stunned.

"Son-in-law, the smell in this room is really pungent." Monkey quickly pinched his nose.

The fat man's sense of smell wasn't very keen, so he wasn't surprised. The smell of nitroglycerin was pungent, but he could endure it, and other odors were no problem for him.

"This is the smell of medicine. If you can't stand it, you can go out!" Old Mr. Lei, because of the fat man's words, hated the room and immediately scolded Monkey.

Monkey didn't dare to speak, waiting for the fat man to stand up for him. Unfortunately, he was disappointed because the fat man's eyes were fixed on the items in the room.

The room was half-filled with various troughs, some large and long, about fifty centimeters wide, and others smaller, about a meter long and thirty centimeters wide.

The most critical part wasn't the different sizes of the troughs, but that each trough was filled with unknown medicine. Inside the troughs were bamboo strips, buffalo horns, wood, raw buffalo hide, and various other materials. The color of the medicine in each trough was different, indicating different types of medicine.

"These bows in the outer room were made by my ancestors. You can test them as you like. The materials in the inner room are for making bows. If you dare to insult my ancestors again, I'll use this ancestral skill to make a bow and show you!" Old Mr. Lei was very angry.

"Ah, I really can't recognize the value of jade. I'm blind as a dog. Don't be angry, old sir. I was just trying to get your help by talking nonsense. A great man doesn't hold a grudge against a small man. Treat me like a fart and let it go?" The fat man immediately put on a humble face, changing his expression faster than turning a page. He knew he had found a treasure, and if Old Mr. Lei agreed, the military crossbow would be a done deal.

"Help?" Old Mr. Lei's gaze sharpened, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Dream on!"

"Uh..." The fat man was at a loss. It seemed the old man was still angry.

"But if you can agree to two conditions, you won't be dreaming. Not only will I help you, but I'll give you my life!" Old Mr. Lei suddenly changed his tone.

"What two conditions?" The fat man didn't expect the old man to make demands, but he saw hope for the military crossbow.

"The first condition is to kill all the Japanese in Qingzhou City!" As he said this, Old Mr. Lei's face turned ashen, and his chest heaved, as if he was thinking of something painful.

The rascal, seeing Old Mr. Lei's agitation, quickly tugged at the old man's clothes with her small hands, making him look down at her. His eyes were full of affection. He sighed and looked up at the fat man, saying, "The second condition is to take Stone away and teach her how to fight the Japanese. Her grandparents died in a Japanese bomb, and her parents were killed by bandits. Take her away and let her avenge her family."

As he said this, Old Mr. Lei and the rascal looked at the fat man, waiting for his response.

"What a damn world!" The fat man cursed, not fully understanding the plight of the people in the occupied areas, who were like livestock, left to the mercy of the Japanese. He looked at the dirty rascal, then at Old Mr. Lei, and laughed loudly, "Old sir, you underestimate me. The Japanese in Qingzhou City aren't enough for me to kill, hahaha!"

"Good, you're a man of courage!" Old Mr. Lei praised him, genuinely this time. The fat man's small eyes were filled with a spirit of determination, something the old man had rarely seen.

"But I can't agree to the second condition." The fat man looked at the rascal, who was only four or five years old, and felt a deep unease. In his time, children of this age were still clinging to their parents, or playing with friends in kindergarten.

This rascal wanted to learn how to kill the Japanese. Damn, even if he was cunning and ruthless, he wasn't evil enough to turn a four or five-year-old into a killing machine.

But this damn war had dragged the child into it, just as the saying goes, "When the nest is overturned, there are no intact eggs!"

The rascal clenched her small fists and glared at him with a look of intense hatred, saying something that made the fat man's jaw drop, "If you don't take me, I'll find 'Fat Gall Special Forces.' He will definitely teach me how to kill the Japanese!"

The fat man and Monkey almost knelt before the rascal. Monkey laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face.

Neither of them expected the name "Fat Gall Special Forces" to be so well-known, even in the countryside.

"You damn it, laugh all you want! Don't you dare laugh anymore! Follow me, fat man!" The fat man, with a dark face, kicked Monkey and couldn't bear to stay any longer, fearing he might soften and take the rascal down a dark path.

He didn't want a child who couldn't even reach the butt of a gun to learn how to kill. For this, he was willing to give up the military crossbow.

Monkey, in pain, immediately shut up. He could sense from the fat man's tone that things weren't good, and push-ups had become his nightmare.

"Old sir, farewell!" The fat man bowed and led Monkey out of the room, then took a deep breath. The atmosphere was too oppressive. Just being in this era, hearing and seeing all the injustices, made him feel extremely depressed.

Walking to the corner, the fat man pulled up his pants and sat down, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. He wasn't intentionally squatting in the corner, but he unintentionally overheard the conversation between the old and young inside. He sighed, thinking, "Having too good of hearing is also a fault!"

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