Chapter 749: Train Purge

He Yuzhu was not in a hurry to deal with the three of them, intending to observe them in secret first to confirm if they had any accomplices.

In the corridor, Nikolai paced back and forth for a full ten minutes before returning to the compartment to ponder a strategy. To be honest, they did not dare to brazenly rob passengers on the train.

He Yuzhu remained lying on the sleeper berth, eyes half-closed, using the Scanning System to keep a close watch on their every move.

Late at night, the train drove into a desolate wilderness where not a soul was to be seen for miles. Nikolai and the other two finally began to act.

They took out their Pistols and pressed in the bullets one by one. Just as they finished loading and pushed open the compartment door, they were shocked to find an old man with a white beard standing right before them.

Nikolai and his two companions were indeed former special forces soldiers; they did not hesitate at all and quickly drew their guns. But before the guns could even be unsheathed, they were directly restrained by an invisible force.

He Yuzhu took the three of them into his space and went straight back to bed to sleep—these past few days had truly exhausted him.

The next morning, as soon as He Zheng opened his eyes, he saw the other three sitting around him, staring straight at him, their eyes bloodshot.

He Zheng joked with a smile: "Did flowers grow on my face? Is it worth looking at me like this?"

Qin Tianzhen immediately glared at him: "You really are heartless. The enemy is right outside, and you actually slept so soundly?"

Xiao Du also complained: "Little He, among us, you have the best skills, yet you slept the deepest and snored like thunder. What would we have done if the enemy had launched a sneak attack?"

He Zheng laughed and scolded: "I told you all earlier, there is someone on this train protecting us. Look at how cowardly you all look, scared like this."

Xiao Du retorted unconvinced: "He Zheng, stop talking nonsense. Where is the person?"

He Zheng sighed: "Since you don't believe me, then you can just keep staying up. If you wear yourselves out, you deserve it."

After saying this, he got up and walked toward the restroom.

It just so happened that He Yuzhu was coming out of the restroom. As they brushed past each other, He Yuzhu lowered his voice and said: "Those three have already been dealt with, you can rest easy."

He Zheng nodded vigorously, overjoyed: "Dad, you don't know, those three in the compartment didn't sleep well all night; they were almost scared out of their wits."

He Yuzhu reprimanded him lightly: "Don't be smug, they were just worried about you."

The train swayed along and stopped at a small station on the border of Novosibirsk, where it was to stay for over forty minutes.

He Yuzhu handed He Zheng a bundle. He Zheng opened it to find a Pistol, several bullets, and a note inside.

He immediately said to the others: "Let's not get off the train; we'll just stay in the compartment."

He knew in his heart that his father was going out to handle business and wanted them to stay behind to guard the carriage.

Sure enough, He Yuzhu got off the train alone, walked out of the platform, and followed the tracks until he reached a small dirt slope far from the station, where he released Nikolai from the space.

A minute or so later, Nikolai slowly regained consciousness. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with white hair and a white beard staring at him, and he was instantly stunned on the spot.

He only remembered bumping into this old man just as he left the compartment, and then he had inexplicably fainted. He shook his head hard, still unable to believe everything before him.

He Yuzhu asked in broken Russian: "Who are you people? Who is the mastermind behind this?"

Nikolai initially refused to confess, so He Yuzhu, without a word, punched him in the abdomen.

Nikolai felt his internal organs churning and the pain was unbearable. Unable to hold out any longer, he stammered: "We... we are taking orders from Liu Ye, his name is Chen Jianjun..."

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment, having no impression of this name, and pressed further: "Why did Chen Jianjun want to burn down the Northern Company's warehouse?"

Nikolai gasped for air and replied: "It was a person from China. Liu Ye calls him Lao Qi; he is Li Jin's brother."

He Yuzhu understood instantly; it must be Cheng Shao playing tricks behind the scenes. This Lao Qi was most likely one of the two Bodyguards whose legs he had broken back then.

He continued to interrogate: "Where does this Liu Ye live?"

Nikolai hesitated repeatedly, not daring to reveal it—he knew well that once he said it, he would have no chance of survival.

He Yuzhu said no more, raised his hand, and punched him in the chest again.

Nikolai felt as if his heart were about to be shattered. Unable to bear it any longer, he tremblingly reported the address.

He Yuzhu immediately snapped his neck, threw the corpse into a dry well, and then disposed of his two accomplices in the same way, tossing them into the well.

After handling everything, He Yuzhu rushed back to the station and, at the very last moment before the train started moving, leaped onto the carriage.

At the same time, in Tongzhou Wang Family Village.

Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu, the two brothers, came to this place again and found the village loafer, Wang Hui. As soon as they entered the village, they heard funeral music playing; clearly, someone was holding a funeral.

Liu Guangtian asked: "Has someone in your village passed away?"

Wang Hui sighed: "Sigh, Wang Gui's wife passed away last night."

Liu Guangtian looked a bit troubled: "Wang Hui, with Wang Gui's family holding a funeral, is it really appropriate for me to go to his house to collect items now?"

Wang Hui waved his hand: "It's actually the perfect time for you to go. He owes a mountain of debt from trying to cure his wife's illness. While his wife was still alive, the creditors respected that he had family assets and didn't have the heart to press him; now that she's gone, the creditors are afraid he'll run away, so they've all come to his door to demand payment."

Liu Guangtian asked again: "What exactly is the situation with this Wang Gui? Why does he always keep digging things out one by one?"

Wang Hui sneered: "This kid is very cunning. I heard he buried things within a radius of ten miles, and no one knows exactly where. He's also very tough; during the movement, some people beat him to force him to reveal where he hid the things, but he didn't utter a single word."

Liu Guangtian found it amusing to himself; back then, when he and Yan Jiefang were secretly hiding things, they also buried them everywhere just like this.

Wang Hui led the two of them to Wang Gui's house. There was a funeral tent in the courtyard with a thin coffin parked inside, and Wang Gui was kneeling to the side, returning bows to the guests who came to pay their respects.

Paper figures and paper horses were placed outside the funeral tent, and the atmosphere was solemn and desolate.

Liu Guangtian stepped forward to burn some paper money and bowed three times to the coffin, and Wang Gui hurriedly bowed in return to express his gratitude.

Liu Guangtian said: "I wanted to ask if you had any old items for sale at home, but on a day like today, it's really a bit abrupt."

Wang Gui waved his hand: "Hey, you came at just the right time. My wife is gone, and both children are working away. When she was sick, I borrowed all the money I could from the village and owe a mountain of debt. Now, I can only sell her dowry. I have a pair of lidded bowls here, would you like to take a look?"

Liu Guangtian followed Wang Gui into the house and saw Wang Gui pry up a floor tile from the corner, dig through the soil, and take out a small wooden box.

Liu Guangtian saw at a glance that this wooden box was extraordinary; it was actually made of red sandalwood.

Opening the box, there was a pair of lidded bowls wrapped in yellow silk inside.

Wang Gui placed the items on the kang, and Liu Guangtian picked them up to examine them closely. The bottom of the bowls was clearly inscribed with "Made in the Yongzheng Period of the Great Qing Dynasty," and they were indeed genuine imperial kiln pieces.

Out of trust in Wang Gui, he didn't look too much, just checked the inscription and asked casually: "How much do you want to sell this pair of lidded bowls for?"

Wang Gui gritted his teeth: "If I weren't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't be willing to sell them even if I died. Fifteen thousand."

Although Liu Guangtian felt the price was fair, he didn't have enough cash on him, so he said truthfully: "To be honest, I only brought ten thousand this time. Would ten thousand work?"

Wang Gui shook his head: "A buyer previously offered twelve thousand, and I didn't sell. We can be considered to have cooperated before; if you give me this price, I'll sell them to you."

Seeing that he was straightforward, Liu Guangtian stopped haggling: "Alright, seeing that it's not easy for your family to hold a funeral, I won't fuss with you."

He took out the ten thousand yuan he had on him, added the money he had just earned from Xu Damao, and handed the total of twelve thousand to Wang Gui.

Afterwards, the two of them rode a motorcycle back to Xu Damao's antique shop.

Xu Damao put on his reading glasses and began to examine the pair of lidded bowls in great detail...