Wei Chunsheng was a foreign spy. Zhang Shan was also a foreign spy. What was going on here—anyone even remotely related was turning into a spy?
Was this an attempt to form some kind of industrial chain?
That was honestly insane.
Lu Qingqing cursed inwardly, but she no longer touched anything in the secret room. Instead, she searched the kitchen and bathroom.
The kitchen was fine—aside from rice, flour, grain, and oil, there was nothing unusual.
But the bathroom was different.
Who would have thought there was a secret room beneath a bathroom? Did they not fear water leakage or collapse?
Inside this hidden room were ten boxes of gold, silver, and jewelry, plus a small box containing account books.
Seeing the account books, Lu Qingqing knew everything was settled.
She picked one up and flipped through it. It recorded the confiscated wealth and distribution of assets from Zhang Shan’s raids and exterminations.
Zhang Shan himself took 30%, one share went to his subordinates, and the remaining 60% was handed upward.
The person receiving the “upward tribute” was called Yan Zi. Whether this was a codename or nickname was unclear, but Lu Qingqing believed it was more likely a codename.
She stored the gold, silver, and jewelry into her space, and placed the account books inside the secret room in the utility area.
After finishing this, she went to Zhang Shan and forcibly dragged him off the bed.
She covered his eyes and dragged him into the secret room. Without waking him immediately, she started punching him.
In her two lifetimes, she had long wanted to beat this bastard.
She aimed every punch at painful spots. Even while unconscious, Zhang Shan groaned in pain.
Eventually, the pain woke him up. Panic filled him as he found himself in total darkness, while heavy blows landed on his body one after another.
The pain drilled into his very soul.
Even someone as twisted as Zhang Shan couldn’t endure it. He screamed.
“Who are you?! Why are you attacking me?”
He tried to protect his vital areas and desperately dodged.
“Your ancestor,” Lu Qingqing rasped coldly, her fists landing without a single miss.
“You dare touch me! Do you know who I am? Offending me means you don’t want to survive!”
Lu Qingqing sneered. Even at a time like this, he was still trying to threaten her—how stupid.
She didn’t bother replying. Instead, she hit harder until Zhang Shan was left barely breathing.
“Zhang Shan, tell me honestly—who is Yan Zi?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zhang Shan gritted his teeth and pretended ignorance.
His refusal only made Lu Qingqing smile.
She pulled out a dagger and stabbed toward his lower body.
The cold sensation below made Zhang Shan’s face change instantly. He wasn’t afraid of death—but he was afraid of becoming incomplete after death.
“Stop! What are you doing? You can’t do this! It’s illegal!”
“Heh. When I talk law, you act shameless. When I act shameless, you start talking law.”
“What exactly are you?”
With force, she pressed the blade slightly. Zhang Shan screamed in pain, breaking into a cold sweat.
“Yan Zi—who is it?”
“I really don’t know!” Zhang Shan hurriedly explained. “We’ve never met in person. I just follow instructions sent to me and take the benefits. He takes 60%, I take 30%, and the rest is split among my brothers.”
“Really don’t know?” Lu Qingqing’s expression turned cold.
“You don’t even know this? Then what kind of man are you?”
Her hand tightened.
With a scream, Zhang Shan lost one of his testicles.
The pain made him realize that ignorance was not an acceptable answer.
“I really don’t know! We always communicate through notes at different locations!”
“Oh? Then is the stash under the thatched hut yours?”
“No! That’s just goods I helped move. They’re transferred every three months!”
“I really don’t know much! Please spare me!”
“Heh. That depends on what you can trade for it.”
If your answers don’t satisfy me—
The dagger moved slightly again. Zhang Shan screamed in terror, desperate to save himself.
He could only reveal one of his secret locations.
Unfortunately, that place had already been emptied by Lu Qingqing. She was not satisfied.
Helpless, he gave another location—his ancestral grave.
The items were buried in his grandfather’s tomb. As for the coffin, Zhang Shan had long thrown it into the deep mountains.
Why? Because he hated him.
His grandfather had favored others, making Zhang Shan and his siblings suffer since childhood.
So he had taken revenge.
With no more useful information, Lu Qingqing was disappointed.
She cut off Zhang Shan’s “little bird” and sent him back onto the bed.
Whether he would bleed to death depended on his fate.
After leaving the courtyard, she did not immediately report anything. Instead, she rode her bicycle to the outskirts of a village.
She hid her bicycle and approached the thatched hut.
The lookout had already gone home to sleep, so she easily found the mechanism and entered the secret room.
When she saw Huang Ergou—bruised, barely alive, and unconscious—she coldly thought: deserved.
She didn’t bother waking him for interrogation. It wasn’t necessary. Once Zhang Shan fell, Huang Ergou would not fare well anyway.
Looking at the hundreds of neatly stacked wooden crates, she couldn’t help but smile.
This was probably Zhang Shan’s biggest secret base.
She didn’t have time to check every box, but as she collected them, she was surprised to find guns and ammunition again.
Good heavens—were guns and bullets that common now? Why did everyone seem to have access?
She didn’t understand it, but she respected it—and took everything.
After emptying the place, she was about to leave when she paused and turned back.
With all these weapons in her space, they were of little use to her.
If she left them here and they were discovered, Zhang Shan would have an even harder time escaping death.