bdsm-fiction Chapter 132 Don't move, or I'll kill you.
Chapter 132 Don't move, or I'll kill you.
"Tsk tsk, feeding the dog so well." Yan Shuo raised an eyebrow and took the dog food away as well. "I'll raise a few cats and dogs too, this stuff will come in handy."
After collecting the dog food, he suddenly remembered the dogs that had been beaten to death in the yard and muttered, "Judging from this dog food, it doesn't seem like the food from those mixed-breed dogs that ate raw meat or human flesh. Let's not waste the corpses."
"Bring over all the dog carcasses from the yard!"
Yan Shuo gave the order, and the children immediately set to work. A few moments later, they had piled up dozens of dog carcasses at the warehouse entrance. Yan Shuo casually put them into his spatial ring, thinking he could use them to make dog meat hot pot for his brothers when he got back, to cleanse their palates.
The backyard was turned upside down, and even the broken wooden table in the servants' quarters was inspected. Just as Yan Shuo was about to lead the team away, a small wooden house less than half a meter high in the corner caught his attention. The wooden house was painted with clear varnish and was obviously a pet's den. Soft "humming" sounds could be heard coming from inside.
He bent down and peeked inside, and saw a litter of puppies lying in the nest. Their eyes were not fully open yet, their bodies were curled up in a ball, and their pink little noses were twitching. It seemed that they had not yet been weaned.
All the big dogs in the yard were beaten to death. These puppies, without their mother, would only face certain death if left here.
Yan Shuo's heart stirred slightly, and he stood up and said, "You two, take these puppies to the front gate and take them with you when you leave."
The two stand-in dolls immediately stepped forward and carefully carried the puppy into the cloth bag, their movements unusually gentle.
The backyard was searched spotless; not a single grain of rice or a piece of firewood was left behind. It was so clean it looked as if a dog had licked it.
Yan Shuo clapped his hands to make sure nothing was missed, then ordered in a deep voice, "Go to the side courtyard!"
The children immediately followed Yan Shuo toward the side courtyard, leaving only faint footprints on the stone path along the way, which were quickly covered by fallen leaves swept by the night wind.
Halfway there, Yan Shuo raised his hand and pressed the hidden communicator by his ear, giving orders to the weapon dolls guarding the outer perimeter of the courtyard: "Abandon the defense of other areas. All personnel, quickly converge on the side courtyard and seal off all entrances and exits. Don't let a single fly escape!"
A chorus of "Yes!" came from the communicator, and the dolls on the perimeter immediately sprang into action, moving like ghosts through the night and converging towards the side courtyard.
The front, middle, and back yards are devoid of any life. Now, all eyes and all forces are focused on that secluded courtyard where Mizutani Akihiro is hidden, and where unknown secrets lie.
The light from the side courtyard shone through the carved windows onto the stone path in the courtyard, and the faint sounds of laughter and the soft clatter of chess pieces falling onto the board could be heard from inside, forming a stark contrast to the deathly silence outside.
Yan Shuo led the children into the shadows outside the side courtyard, his eyes growing increasingly ruthless.
The lights behind the waterside pavilion were still on, and the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter could be faintly heard, completely unaware that the shadow of death had already loomed over them.
Yan Shuo led the children into the side courtyard silently, their footsteps barely making a sound.
He glanced across the courtyard and quickly identified the scattered guards and disciples. Based on intelligence, Mizutani Akihiro was accompanied by a maximum of nine guards (three in the main car: driver, co-driver, and bodyguard; five in the secondary car), plus about ten disciples assigned by Kagaya Eiji. The total number of people in the side courtyard was at most 20, but fewer than 15 could be seen in the courtyard at the moment. The rest were probably resting in the guest rooms or on covert duty.
"Sweep away everyone you can see, but leave the people playing chess in the houses alive and control them," Yan Shuo ordered in a low voice, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Yes!" the dolls responded in unison, their figures immediately scattering in all directions with the speed of ghosts.
The muffled thuds of silenced pistols echoed sporadically in the courtyard. Patrolling disciples, guards on duty at the gate—any living person exposed to the elements were precisely shot dead, and the area was quickly cleared of people.
The guards who peeked out from the guest rooms upon hearing the noise were also dealt with one by one by the substitute dolls who had been there beforehand. The whole process took no more than three minutes, and the outer perimeter of the side courtyard was completely deserted.
At this moment, the warm pavilion in the main house of the side courtyard was brightly lit.
Mizutani Akihiro and Kagaya Eiji sat facing each other, with a chessboard and sake cups on a low table, and the aroma of sake filled the air.
Mizutani Akihiro has been in Shanghai for two days. He had been staying in a hotel until today when he moved to Hongkou to visit an old friend. The two had a very pleasant conversation, talking about everything from kendo to calligraphy and painting, and then they played a game of chess. They were having a great time.
As night deepened, Mizutani Akihiro instructed his men to leave some on duty while the rest went to their guest rooms to rest.
He felt particularly at ease at Kagaya Eiji's dojo, which was filled with Kagaya's disciples and grand-disciples, and was heavily guarded. The servants and menial laborers were of no use, as Kagaya had long since driven them all to the middle and back courtyards.
Inside the side courtyard, only 10 elite disciples remained to guard the place, along with Kagaya's daughter, Mizukiko, who served tea to them.
Shui Huizi was sixteen years old, with delicate features. At this moment, she was dozing off with her chin resting on her hand, her long eyelashes drooping, and she could not hide her drowsiness.
It was getting late, and Mizutani Akihiro suggested several times that she go to rest, but Kagaya Eiji refused, saying that "guests must be treated with courtesy."
Left with no other option, Mizutani Akihiro suggested that they rest after finishing the last game. Kagaya Eiji readily agreed, but once the two were immersed in the game, they forgot about time. At this moment, they were locked in a fierce battle, with black and white pieces intertwined on the board, and the situation was deadlocked.
"Pfft, pfft..." A few soft, muffled sounds broke the tranquility of the warm room.
Mizutani Akihiro and Kagaya Eiji both looked up at the same time, their brows furrowed. Even Mizuki, who was dozing off, was startled awake, her drowsiness instantly vanishing. The three of them looked towards the entrance of the warm pavilion.
Corpses lay scattered across the courtyard; the guards and patrolling disciples who had been on duty were all dead, and blood flowed through the cracks in the bluestone slabs, staining the moss on the ground.
In just a short while, only the three of them remained in the side courtyard, and the chill of death instantly enveloped them.
"Ah—!" Shui Huizi trembled with fright and screamed, her sharp voice piercing the silence of the night.
Yan Shuo's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and pulled the trigger. With a "thud," the bullet accurately struck Shui Huizi's forehead.
Her scream stopped abruptly, and her body fell straight down, her forehead hitting the edge of the low table, knocking over the kettle and tea set. Scalding tea spilled all over the floor, and scattered tea leaves mixed with blood spread out in a mess on the tatami mat.
"Mizuko!" Kagaya Eiji shouted, his eyes wide with rage. He suddenly stood up and rushed towards his daughter, holding her tightly in his arms. His eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, turning a frightening crimson.
Although Mizutani Akihiro was old, he was a seasoned lieutenant general who had been through many battles. He reacted quickly and reached for his waist, where he kept a Nambu 14 pistol, his personal weapon.
"Don't move! Move or I'll kill you!" Yan Shuo strode into the warm room, pointing the gun at Mizutani Akihiro's temple, his tone icy, leaving no room for compromise.
"You killed my daughter, I'll fight you to the death!" Kagaya Eiji roared, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had gone mad, holding Mizuki's body.
He suddenly looked up, grabbed a shard of broken porcelain from the low table, used it as a weapon, and rushed towards Yan Shuo with ruthless moves, carrying a determination to perish together with him.