Chapter 51

As the arrow hit Shunzi, Dongku had already taken action. However, since he was next to Shunzi and the opponent was extremely fast, he had no choice but to abandon his attack halfway. He pulled Shunzi and, at the moment the black shadow struck Shunzi, dragged him backward. At the same time, he quickly extended his left hand to the black shadow, following its descent, and grabbed the opponent's throat. Just as he was about to apply force, his sharp senses made him pause, and he only tightly gripped the slender neck, locking the smooth throat beneath the soft skin.

Dongku's hand followed the struggling neck downward, and with a thud, he embraced the opponent's waist with his right hand, using a move called "old tree entwining roots," locking the opponent's legs with his own. Then, he fell to the ground with the falling body.

"Ugh!"

In the stifled groan, Dongku's head was squeezed between two soft mounds, and a maiden's fragrance filled his nostrils.

"A woman!!" Dongku's hand holding the opponent's waist confirmed his previous judgment. The opponent's hands were tied. No wonder, when his left hand was on the opponent's throat, the opponent did not try to block but instead twisted its neck as much as possible.

Not having time to savor the unusual feeling from the softness, Dongku, in the opponent's groan, released his right hand and quickly took out a lighter from his tactical vest, flicking it on with a snap.

"Uh!"

The sudden brightness made Shunzi, who was staggering backward, stagger even more. The light illuminated Dongku, whose legs were tightly entwined around a pair of slender legs, in a strange posture on top of a woman in a blue and white floral dress.

"Brother Dong, what...?" Shunzi's mind raced, and he immediately aimed his crossbow at the woman who had just attacked him.

In the light, Dongku saw a pair of panicked and angry eyes, followed by the opponent's mouth tightly bound by a strip of cloth.

The woman struggled fiercely, but with her legs locked by Dongku and her hands tied, she could only make angry grunts and had no ability to counterattack.

After seeing the situation, Dongku slowly released his left hand from the throat, signaling the woman not to move. Then, he slowly released his legs, lightly leaped, and moved away from the woman, standing to the side.

The moment Dongku released his legs and leaped, the woman quickly curled her legs, tightened her feet, and pointed her toes at Dongku, but her body did not move.

Who is she? Her movements clearly showed she was a trained martial artist with considerable skill. How could she be bound in a dark room?

Dongku pondered, not looking at her again, but instead held the lighter to search for the lighting system. Soon, he saw the pull cord by the door and the light bulb in the room.

He reached out and flicked the light on, quickly adapting and scanning the room. He found it was a bedroom, and the bed was extremely luxurious, with silk bedding.

Shunzi still aimed his crossbow at the woman on the ground, not relaxing at all. Seeing no one else in the room, Dongku withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman, who was fully on guard, and said, "Don't try to attack again. I don't mind killing a woman. If you understand, nod, and I'll help you loosen up."

A hint of doubt flashed in the woman's eyes, but her curled legs relaxed.

Seeing that the woman seemed to understand, Dongku approached and untied the strip of cloth behind her head, stepped back, but did not untie her.

"Tell me, who are you? Why are you here?" Dongku said, waving his hand. Shunzi quickly retracted his crossbow, left the door, and turned to search inside.

The woman panted a few times, seeing that the masked man did not make any further moves, and calmed down, asking, "Aren't you Wang Ziyuan's bodyguard?"

Dongku shook his head, staring at her without speaking. Only then did he notice that, despite her disheveled hair, she could not hide her beautiful face; she was actually a beauty.

"Where is Wang Ziyuan?" the beauty asked again. Dongku shook his head, still not speaking.

"Alright!" The beauty saw through the situation, retracted her legs, and stood up. But before she could steady herself, her body swayed, and she fell onto the bed.

Dongku, seeing the woman's excellent leg skills when she stood up, narrowed his eyes but did not move, letting the woman fall onto the bed.

The woman struggled but could not sit up, so she gave up and said, "My name is Shuilinglong. I am from Helen, and my father was a friend of Wang Ziyuan. But this beast..."

A few minutes later, before Shunzi returned from searching inside, Dongku learned who this beauty was.

She was from Helen, from the famous Shui family. When the Japanese army attacked Helen, they stormed her home, and her father was brutally killed. She killed several Japanese soldiers but was shot in the waist by the Japanese as she shot a swallow-shaped dart into a Japanese soldier's throat. Pushed by her mother, she jumped from the building and escaped to a hunter's home, where she recuperated for half a year. She secretly returned home, only to find her house burned to the ground, leaving only ruins. She began using her martial arts to kill Japanese soldiers, using swallow-shaped darts to assassinate lone Japanese soldiers. Over two years, she earned the name "Flying Swallow." However, the blacksmith who made the swallow-shaped darts was burned by the Japanese, leaving her without weapons. She had no choice but to secretly travel to Jiamusi to seek refuge with her father's friend, Wang Ziyuan. However, she was drugged yesterday, and the effects had not worn off...

"Is your martial arts skill passed down from your family?" Dongku knew she was a martial artist, but he did not untie her, instead asking.

"No, it's not passed down from my family. When my father was young, he saved a sick martial artist. He taught me while recuperating at our home. I was only a few years old then. He said he was from the Swallow Sect but did not take me as a disciple." Shuilinglong did not ask Dongku to untie her, lying on the bed in her current position.

"Swallow Flying..." Dongku glanced at Shunzi, who had returned, and muttered to himself, "I don't care about your story, but being tied here clearly shows you're not on Wang Ziyuan's side. However, this is not a reason for me to untie you now. Stay here quietly. I'll untie you when the time is right, but don't shout. If you need to use the bathroom, let me know. In emergencies, I hope Miss Shui can understand."

Shuilinglong, having mixed with martial artists, knew she was not in danger. The man just did not want her to interfere with them. Although she understood, she was angry at the man's cold heart, who did not even show his true face. She coldly said, "Two days is fine. Just give me some water to drink."

Seeing her cooperation, Dongku made a few gestures. Shunzi retracted his crossbow, took a water bottle from his waist, and fed Shuilinglong. When she stopped drinking, he picked up the strip of cloth from the ground and quickly tied her ankles together.

Shuilinglong did not move throughout the process, letting Shunzi tie her, but she was furious inside, hating these two cold-blooded men who did not trust her.

After Shunzi tied Shuilinglong, Dongku glanced at her, closed the door, but left the light on.

Closing the door, Dongku followed Shunzi inside. The walls of the secret room were made of stone, and the marks on the stones clearly showed they were not recent. The lights along the way had already been turned on by Shunzi, and the passage was not long, only about twenty to thirty meters, leading to several open rooms, where the passage ended.

"Wow..."

Seeing the dazzling jewels and treasures in each room, Dongku drew in a breath, instantly understanding why Shunzi took a few minutes to return, clearly stunned by the wealth.

Taking a deep breath, Dongku examined each room. In total, there were eight rooms, each about thirty square meters, arranged in pairs on both sides of the passage. The rooms were meticulously organized, with specific rooms for jewels, gold, silver, and antiques.

The rooms for jewels contained dozens of boxes of gems. The rooms for gold were filled with large and small ingots and gold bars, the quantity of which was several times more than what Dongku had previously obtained. The rooms for silver contained the most, with large ingots and silver dollars.

The boxes were opened by Shunzi, and even so, seeing the jewels again, Shunzi could not help but swallow.

The rooms for antiques were also categorized, with gold, silver, copper, porcelain, and jade items. From Dongku's perspective, each item was a masterpiece, a priceless national treasure.

"Damn! Where did he get so much?"

Dongku cursed to himself as he looked around. The gold and silver were easier to obtain with enough ruthlessness and thoroughness, but the number of antiques and cultural relics was too large, far exceeding the collection of a provincial museum in the future. This was not something that could be obtained by mere collection, as the owners of such treasures were not ordinary people, and obtaining them was not easy.

After seeing the antiques and paintings in the other rooms, Dongku suspected that Wang Ziyuan had looted an emperor's tomb. The quantity already exceeded his imagination.

Why is Wang Ziyuan not famous? Did he give everything to the Japanese, or did the Japanese take it, leaving him unknown?

Shaking his head, Dongku walked back. Reaching the room where Shuilinglong was held, he pushed the door open, saw her lying on the bed without moving, and closed the door. He studied the mechanism of the hidden door, found that it could be closed from the inside, and left the secret room with Shunzi, closing the hidden door.

"Let's go check the front. You wait for Wang Ziyuan, and I'll observe the target." Saying this, Dongku led the way out of the study and toward the living room.

Shunzi took a deep breath and followed, and Liu Hai also retracted his crossbow and followed toward the living room.

As soon as they entered the living room, Dongku noticed something was wrong. Liu Zhong and the others were standing in front of a pile of jewelry and the mistresses' private money, their eyes blazing with anger, as if something bad had happened.

"What's going on?" Dongku stepped forward and asked...

PS: Thank you, yyghgych, for the encouragement to update, and thank you, Kuang Qin, for the support. Thank you very much!

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