Chapter 94

On a dark and windy night, the moonlight was as frosty as ever. A figure, agile like a cat, moved swiftly under the moon, its shadow forming a mere silhouette before vanishing in an instant. This shadow was Song Ming, who had deliberately chosen the time when people were in their deepest sleep to make his move.

Approaching the fat man's solitary attic, Song Ming pursed his lips. He noticed that a faint light still emanated from the fat man's room, which made him wary, but it did not deter him. He had the courage to steal from the well-armed Japanese garrison, so this was nothing.

Song Ming tiptoed and quickly climbed over the attic railing without making a sound, then darted up to the attic. To check the situation inside the fat man's room, he lifted a finger, moistened it with his saliva, and poked a small hole in the window paper, peering inside.

The fat man's sleeping posture was terrible, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was only wearing shorts, sprawled out on the bed like a corpse, clutching his beloved Browning pistol, and occasionally mumbling in his sleep, smacking his lips.

"Hmph, look at this coward, sleeping so soundly, making me worry for nothing!" Song Ming thought to himself, feeling relieved.

However, ... Song Ming wrinkled his nose, suddenly catching a faint fragrance from the small hole. He was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his composure, cursing in his mind, "This fat man's bedroom is so fragrant, like a woman's boudoir, how perverted! I'll make sure to steal everything from you tonight, hah!"

With that thought, Song Ming quietly took out his lock-picking tools, inserted them into the gap between the door and the frame, and gently turned. The latch behind the door silently opened.

He quietly pushed open the door, and the fragrance that he had smelled earlier hit him strongly, making his head spin. The room was filled with a rich, sweet scent, and he wondered how a man could be so perfumed!

Song Ming did not let this distract him. He slipped into the room, quietly closed the door, and prepared to steal.

Just then, he suddenly felt his head getting heavier. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but the room spun, and his body trembled. He finally realized he had been tricked. This damn fat man had filled the room with a potent sedative.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, Song Ming understood that this shameless and cunning fat man would use any despicable means to win...

"1-2-1, 1-2-1, 1-2-3-4... Everyone, sing with Monkey Brother: We are all sharpshooters, each bullet eliminates an enemy, we are all flying troops..."

In the early morning, the fat man, still half-asleep, was woken by the loud calls and songs of the troops. His head was still a bit groggy.

Before lighting the sedative the night before, the fat man had taken three antidote pills and lit three sedative blocks in the room.

Why so many sedative blocks?

Mainly because the fat man was afraid he couldn't take down Song Ming, the gentleman of Liangshan.

Now, woken up and about to curse, he saw Song Ming lying unconscious on the floor.

"Ha..." The fat man's mood instantly improved. He shook his head to clear his mind, got out of bed, and quickly searched Song Ming's body. Sure enough, the old thief had the pair of cloth shoes hidden on him. The fat man didn't hesitate to take the shoes and continued to search, but found only a box of Da Qianmen cigarettes.

"Damn, he's a pauper!" The fat man was somewhat dissatisfied. He lit a cigarette, thinking about how to deal with this thief. Although it was a bet, the fat man was annoyed that someone dared to steal from him.

Moreover, with his keen hearing, he hadn't noticed anything last night, which made him feel defeated.

He stood up, took out the pen given to him by Wang Yi from his coat, and drew a turtle on Song Ming's still handsome face. Feeling amused, he drew another turtle, and the two turtles were in a rather intimate position, riding each other...

The fat man looked at his masterpiece, feeling quite pleased. He put away the pen, got dressed, and washed up.

After tidying up, he ignored the unconscious Song Ming and went to the living room, where Wang Yi and the little brat were eating the breakfast delivered by Uncle Biao.

The fat man looked closely and was a bit puzzled. He didn't know what was up with Uncle Biao today. The usual porridge, steamed buns, and pickles were gone, replaced by new items: the porridge now had meat, the steamed buns were replaced with large meat buns, and the pickles were replaced with a dish of braised meat.

This sudden change made the fat man feel a bit uncomfortable. He stood there, a bit dazed, wondering if the miserly Uncle Biao would be so generous.

Wang Yi noticed the fat man's daze and said, "What are you staring at? Come and eat breakfast."

The little brat was eating on her own. Although the hideout had plenty of wild game, it was only served a few times a month, and only when guests were present.

"Damn, this old man is being so extravagant!" The fat man cursed in his mind, unable to figure out why Uncle Biao's personality had changed so much.

Thinking about the injured brothers, he was about to get angry, but the little brat, having eaten her fill, patted her round belly, smacked her lips, and said, "If Grandpa Biao could serve us this special meal every day, that would be great!"

"Hmm, special meal? Stone, what's going on?" The fat man felt something was off, sat down, and took a meat bun.

In the past, no matter how he tried, Uncle Biao never gave him a special meal. What was different today?

"It's just that..." The little brat was about to speak, but Wang Yi gave her a stern look, and she stuck out her tongue and stopped.

"Are you two hiding something from me, Fat Master?" The fat man saw the expressions of the two women and knew they were hiding something. He smiled coldly.

The fat man thought for a moment, and the truth became clear.

Based on his status, he had never received a special meal from the miserly Uncle Biao, and the little brat had never received one either. The special meal started after the Eighth Route Army arrived, indicating that Uncle Biao was treating Wang Yi specially.

The last time Wang Yi was in the hideout, they almost had a shootout, and Uncle Biao had almost no chance to see her.

This time, Wang Yi was a guest in the hideout, allowed to move freely, which increased the chances of Uncle Biao seeing her.

Most importantly, last night, he had Uncle Biao personally deliver the meal to the attic for Wang Yi and the little brat, and this morning, Uncle Biao's special meal appeared.

This was enough to prove that Uncle Biao and Wang Yi had a special relationship, otherwise, the miserly Uncle Biao wouldn't be so generous.

He also remembered the style of Wang Yi's underwear he had seen when he tore her clothes, and the vague "special reason" mentioned by the Eighth Route Army's political commissar about Wang Yi.

The fat man took a bite of the meat bun, his small eyes fixed on Wang Yi, trying to figure out the mystery. He couldn't figure it out, but he was sure that this beautiful Eighth Route Army doctor had many secrets.

"Fat man, what are you staring at? No staring, just eat your meat bun!" Wang Yi felt uneasy under his gaze, her face turning red as she scolded him.

"Hehe, if I don't look, it's a waste. I might as well look, since it doesn't matter anyway," the fat man said with a wicked smile, taking a big bite of the meat bun. He thought to himself, "I can't bear to deal with you, but can't I deal with the little brat?"

Wang Yi felt dizzy from his words, gave him a dirty look, and decided to keep quiet, knowing she couldn't deal with this shameless fat man.

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