Chapter 20: Night Raid on the White House (Begging for Collection)

  The Yellow Calendar's fist struck the left palm, and a fire ignited in his chest. The Zhang family was so simple and kind, how could they suddenly suffer such a disaster, with their home destroyed and their people lost? Heaven is unjust, heaven is unjust!

  "Mother, don't let her grab me, mother...bad egg..." Yu Yu struggled with her hands and feet, suddenly talking in her sleep.

  Huang Li's eyes twitched twice, and his ears throbbed with rage. He walked to Vogel's side and said in a low voice, "Vogel, you must cure this patient, I owe them too much."

  Wok looked at the yellow calendar with a serious expression and said sincerely, "Friend, I can only say that I will do my best. The old man's injury looks very severe."

  Huang Li nodded and said, "I won't be of much help here either. I'll go out for a bit. That white-bearded old man is also a doctor, a Chinese doctor. He should be able to assist you."

  Wok looked a bit strange. The yellow calendar did not stay here to care about his lifesaver, but went out for a while. He didn't ask any questions, just nodded lightly.

  ……

  In the distance, a flash of lightning appeared, shining brightly, illuminating part of the town, lighting up the cloudless sky and the dark places connected to it. Dark clouds were piled up densely above, like fluffy gray mountain peaks about to pounce on the ground.

  In Fengshui Town, the Bai Family Compound is the most majestic mansion, with heavy gates and deep courtyards, flying eaves and green tiles, warm pavilions and cool kiosks, winding corridors and two towering watchtowers facing each other. The main gate faces south to the north, with a flagpole on either side that reaches the sky, and above the gate is a pair of majestic stone lions, exuding an aura of grandeur.

  A black shadow darted to the vicinity of the rear gate of the White House just as the heavy rain was about to arrive. After observing quietly for a moment, the shadow swiftly slipped away along the wall.

  The wall of the White House was high and thick, about three meters high, but Huang Li was not deterred. He found a quiet corner, threw the stone in his hand into it, and listened to the movement inside while sticking to the wall. After a while, he took a deep breath, slowly pushed his palm against the wall, and slowly climbed up along the corner of the wall...

  Two rolled-up whiskers, jet-black and shiny, a hardwood incense table over one zhang long, on top of which were placed half-person-high fine porcelain flower vases, inside which were inserted two open-screen peacock feather fans. In the middle was enshrined the God of Literature and War, with two shrines arranged on either side. On the left was the fat-bellied Maitreya Buddha, and on the right was Guanyin Bodhisattva. Hanging from the glass window were red-bottomed yellow-tasseled brocade curtains, and at the head of the bed were placed lacquered gold-flower smoking and drinking utensils. A rich and luxurious atmosphere made Zhen Niang feel unfamiliar and afraid, causing her to shrink back involuntarily, while her ankle, which had been twisted and injured from struggling and resisting, hurt even more.

  The house was quiet, with only two candles burning weakly, casting a dim light on the few dishes on the table, which had just been brought in by a servant.

  Since being tied up, Zhen Niang's tears have not stopped, and her clothes are already wet with tears. She is worried about her father-in-law, worried about the children, worried about her husband, and also worried about herself.

  Her father was knocked down, and then he rushed up like a mad tiger. The child was wailing loudly, followed by the piercing sound of gunfire... She was bound and gagged with cloth stuffed in her mouth. The black canvas top made it impossible for her to see anything, but she heard the gurgling water, the familiar **sound and the pitiful cries of the white cat, as well as her husband's angry roar and the intense fighting sounds. Then again, there were the piercing and terrifying gunshots, followed by a few vicious curses...

  Zhen Niang recalled the terrifying experience of today, and involuntarily closed her already red and swollen eyes, as two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks once again.

  The footsteps and voices outside grew louder and closer, and Zhen Niang became increasingly tense, gazing at the door in terror.

  The door creaked open, and in walked a man in his forties with an unusually wide forehead and a pale, gaunt face that seemed to gleam with lust and malice.

  Bai Zonglin greedily sized up Zhen Niang, laughing: "Although not comparable to the Murong family's, it's still quite good. Who would have thought that a phoenix could fly out of this mountain valley, haha."

  Zhen Niang's eyes widened in fear, and she trembled slightly, involuntarily making "mmm" sounds with her mouth.

  "Heh heh, little girl, in a hurry? Want to chat with me for a bit?" Bai Zonglin took two steps forward, lightly pinching Xian Niang's chin with his fingers, and then pulled out the cloth from her mouth.

  Zhen Niang shook her head vigorously, as if Bai Zonglin's hand was covered in leprosy or was a venomous snake.

  Bai Zonglin pinched Zhen Niang's face and then moved his hand to her chest, smiling wickedly as he groped her.

  Pfft! Zhen Niang was both embarrassed and angry, but had no other means of resistance, so she spat a mouthful of saliva at Bai Zonglin's face and cursed: "You scoundrel, let me go!"

  "Pretty good, huh." Bai Zonglin took out his handkerchief and wiped his face, shamelessly sniffing his nose, "Fragrant, the saliva of a young girl is fragrant, later I'll drink my fill." As he spoke, he pressed down on Zhen Niang's shoulder with one hand, while using the other to undo her buttons, speaking indecently and incoherently: "Submit to me, and from now on I'll ensure you eat well, drink well, dress well, become my fifth concubine; if you don't submit, after I've had enough fun with you, I'll sell you into a brothel, let you become a prostitute ridden by thousands, pressed down by tens of thousands."

  "Spare me, I have a husband and children." Zhen Niang begged tearfully.

  Bai Zonglin stopped for a moment, then continued to move, saying: "I don't care about these things. Since you are a married woman, stop pretending to be so pure and chaste. Serve your husband well, and he will give you a name."

  "Beast, animal..." Zhen Niang struggled in vain.

  Her outer garment was undone, revealing a red bellyband and crystal white skin. Bai Zonglin's eyes shot out a beastly light, and he suddenly tore away the last layer of obstruction on Zhen Niang's upper body. Zhen Niang let out a desperate shriek, her snow-white *powder* breasts, pale red rose-like nipples, made Bai Zonglin greedily swallow his saliva.

  "Huh? Hmm, hmm, tong... The sound of several strange noises came from outside the door. Bai Zonglin stopped what he was doing and turned his head to scold: 'Damn it, you slaves, all of you get out of here!'"

  The door was suddenly pushed open, accompanied by cold wind and sea air, a masked big man appeared, holding a strange-looking gun pointing at Bai Zonglin.

  "He——" White Zonglin had just spat out a word, and Huang Li's gun in his hand rang out, accompanied by two light "pa, pa" sounds. White Zonglin was like being punched twice in the face, his body suddenly fell backwards.

  Huang Li took a step forward, one foot lifted violently and blocked in front of Bai Zonglin's body, then slowly put it down with all his might. The corpse fell to the ground, making a faint sound.

  Shh——, Huang Li pulled down the veil with one hand and raised her index finger to her mouth with the other, making a silencing gesture.

  Zhen Niang Zhang opened her mouth wide, but only spat out a single word "Huang", and then swallowed the rest of what she was going to say.