Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

A hundred times more painful than death?

If these words were spoken by someone else, Guiziliu would definitely spit in his face.

Damn it, he has been in the martial arts world for decades, what kind of storms and waves has he not experienced? However, when these words came from Du Weiguo's mouth, he couldn't help but believe them.

Du Weiguo is not an ordinary person, he is an extraordinary person, and also the leader in this special group, the recognized number one.

There's no guarantee that he doesn't have any treacherous and unpredictable tricks up his sleeve.

Since they met, Guiziliu, who had always been as steady as a rock and seemed to have nerves of steel, finally wavered in his gaze.

"Really? Director Du, killing is not enough. I have said everything I need to say. I accept death. Do you plan to torture me?"

Guiziliu is not afraid of death, never has been, and he even has a vague yearning for it.

After decades of career on the secret front, he was too tired and suffered too much. Wasn't death a relief for him?

Guiziliu did not lie to Madam Yuan.

The reason why he took the initiative to show up today, or to die voluntarily, was because he really had no way to retreat.

Before Du Weiguo returned to Hong Kong, Hong Kong Island had been completely closed off. The airport, the dock, and the land routes were all blocked, and people were allowed to enter but not leave.

Not only were the official channels blocked, but even the channels for smuggling were cut off.

In this small piece of land of Hong Kong Island, which snakehead dares to touch Du Weiguo's tiger whiskers?

Not only that, Ye Yan and Hu San were like two door gods, guarding the road that must be taken to the north and wandering back and forth. It was extremely difficult for Guiziliu to return to the north.

Besides, even if he could get back to the north by chance, his fate would be obvious.

The nickname of Guiziliu comes from his experience of being the sixth in command of a certain organization. With such a background, given the current situation in China, once it is exposed, it will be basically impossible for him to survive and no one can save him.

Even if he was an undercover agent at the time and had made many contributions, it would not have been good enough. There were so many people who had made contributions but did not get any good rewards. Who did he count as?

What's more, he has messed up the mission now, so he will suffer even less consequences.

However, Guiziliu's loyalty and belief have long been ingrained in his bones, and options such as betrayal or surrender do not exist for him.

Since he was going to die anyway, he would rather die at the hands of Du Weiguo. At least he could die quickly and cleanly.

However, judging from Du Weiguo's current attitude, his wishful thinking is likely to fail. This guy probably won't let him have his way.

"No, I'm not that mean."

Although the change in Guiziliu's expression was subtle, it could not be hidden from Du Weiguo's eyes. He shook his head, a wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke meaningfully.

"Zheng Yaoxian, forget it, I'll just call you Guiziliu, even though you've provoked me and plotted against me time and again.

But considering your fairness and our past friendship, I will not kill you or torture you."

Upon hearing this, Guiziliu's eyes flashed with unconcealable astonishment. Even he couldn't guess what Du Weiguo was up to.

Even the possessed Madam Yuan frowned, with red light surging in her eyes. It was obvious that Miss Hu was also very dissatisfied with this statement.

However, she finally took Du Weiguo's face into consideration and did not refute it immediately.

"Are you going to let me go?" Guiziliu asked rather unconfidently.

He has studied Du Weiguo seriously. It must be said that this guy has a lot of weaknesses, like a rotten sieve.

He is greedy for money, lustful, nostalgic, indecisive, impulsive, and a bit too soft-hearted, especially when it comes to women. If Du Weiguo was just an ordinary person, Guizi Liu would have a hundred ways to kill him.

Unfortunately, he is not.

All the weaknesses and countless open and hidden attacks were all offset by his invincible fighting power. No matter how many schemes you make, I can break them with my own strength.

Moreover, Du Weiguo was definitely not a soft-hearted person. He hated his enemies more than anyone else, and he was now his enemy.

Judging from his own experience, he would definitely not let the tiger go back to the mountains.

To his surprise, Du Weiguo nodded and said softly, "Yes, I will let you go."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Guiziliu's eyes suddenly widened.

"Du Da!" The possessed Mrs. Yuan couldn't help but scream.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo chuckled, first giving Madam Yuan a calm expression, then turned to Guizi Liu:

"Don't worry, I always keep my word. I will let you go, but from now on, you will no longer be the same person."

This sounded a bit awkward, and Guiziliu had a bad feeling in his heart. He asked in a deep voice:

"What do you mean?"

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette for himself, his tone teasing and unhurried.

"It means exactly what it says. Guizi Liu, don't you always change your identity? This time I'm here to help you change it completely.

I guarantee that you will be able to enter a new world, forget all the pain and troubles, and live the rest of your life comfortably."

Guiziliu seemed to have thought of something extremely terrifying. His face turned pale instantly, his brows were twisted into a knot, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Just explain yourself clearly. Even if I die, let me be a clear-headed ghost."

"Haha, I told you, you won't die."

Seeing that this old fox finally got anxious, Du Weiguo felt very happy and laughed even more playfully.

"When you changed your identity in the past, you were just disguising yourself as someone else. Although your acting skills were superb and almost flawless, it was still just acting after all."

After a pause, Du Weiguo took a leisurely puff of his cigarette, squinted at the pale-faced Guiziliu, then pointed at his temple and continued.

"As for me, I can turn you into a completely different person. Even your memory will be completely changed. You will forget everything in the past, and then~~"

"No!"

Guiziliu suddenly shouted and interrupted Du Weiguo. At the same time, he reached into his arms. Under his armpit, there was a flower-mouthed pistol.

Guiziliu knew clearly that he had no chance to shoot Du Weiguo at all, and he was asking for death!

Killing people and destroying their hearts, if what Du Weiguo said really came true, it would be a hundred times more painful for him than death.

He is in his 50s and has been undercover for nearly 40 years.

In other words, since he became an adult, Guiziliu has never lived in the sun for even a single day, and has been wandering in darkness almost every day.

He experienced unimaginable pain and suffering, abandoned his family and loved ones, and even executed his own comrades with his own hands.

The reason I have survived until today is all due to my faith.

What Du Weiguo has to do now is to erase his memory, and then fill him with a strange memory, turning him into a person who has nothing to do with his original experience.

At the same time, it also wiped out all his past efforts and sacrifices, and destroyed his beliefs.

For him, such an ending is more cruel than being cut into pieces, so he is now eager to die!

"Hmph!" Just as his fingers were about to touch the handle of the pistol, Mrs. Yuan suddenly snorted coldly, and a red light flashed in her eyes.

As a cold snort sounded, Guiziliu's movements came to an abrupt halt.

He felt like he had been hit by acupuncture points. His whole body was stiff and he couldn't move even a finger. He was even deprived of the ability to speak.

"Tsk~" Lady Yuan's eyes flashed red, she gave him a disdainful look and sneered:

"It's ridiculous to try to shake a tree with an ant. Who do you think we are? A fierce gang of bandits or a brainless gang?

After provoking us, do you think you can die if you want? Or do you think that death is the end of the matter? I tell you, that’s impossible.”

At this point, she turned to Du Weiguo:

"Du Da, the idea you just came up with is not bad, but letting this old guy live the rest of his life in peace is really too easy for him."

Du Weiguo was about to speak when she coldly rebuked him:

“You can’t give him a break and treat him well just because he came from the north or has done some meritorious service.

It is because they know your weakness that they keep challenging our bottom line. Du Da, you are no longer a~~"

"Okay, okay." Seeing that Miss Hu was about to lecture him with the same old stuff again, Du Weiguo quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Hu Da, what you said is right, so what do you say?"

"What should we do?" Miss Hu glanced at him with a smile, her tone full of teasing.

"It's easy. Didn't you ask Rick to clean up the Hong Kong Island Landlord Association within a limited time? The time is short and the task is heavy. We must be short of manpower. Let him go over and help."

Although Guiziliu could not move his body or speak, his hearing was not impaired.

Upon hearing this, his face instantly turned red, and then his eyeballs turned blood red, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged, as if he wanted to choose someone to bite.

The possessed Lady Kite didn't even look at him, and continued talking to herself:

"No, just helping is not enough. After all, you are the head of the Landlord Association and you are firmly in the top position. Tsk, personally leading the team to clean up the mess, this should be a good choice."

Having said this, she lifted her veil, revealing a hideous and terrifying face. She reached out to grab the half-smoked cigarette butt from Du Weiguo and put it in her own mouth.

After taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling the smoke, she continued to talk to herself.

“By the way, you also provoked Yang Caiyu and tripped up Guiana. Simply clearing out the Landlord Association is not enough to offset your mistakes.

So, how about I let you be the president of Bank of China in Hong Kong Island, and then I will destroy it myself and block the last tentacle of the North's external influence. "

Ever since the big brother turned against him, Bank of China Hong Kong Island has become the only eye from the north and the only platform for foreign exchange receipts and payments.

At least that's the case on the surface.

If the Bank of China in Hong Kong really collapses, the consequences will be devastating, and foreign trade transactions in the north will be completely reduced to zero.

"Kill me, please."

Suddenly, Guiziliu squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with great difficulty, vaguely, and intermittently.

His blood-red eyes, which were about to bulge out of their sockets, stared at Du Weiguo without blinking, full of pleading.

"Huh~" Mrs. Yuan looked at him with a little surprise.

"I underestimated you a little bit."

The fact that he was able to break through Miss Hu's mental shackles, even though it was only the lowest intensity restraint, and make a sound showed that Guiziliu's mental strength was about to break through the limits of human beings.

Guiziliu's mental strength, especially his willpower, is indeed far beyond that of ordinary people, but it is still not enough to break free from the mental constraints of Miss Hu.

The reason why he was able to perform beyond his normal level was because what Miss Hu had just said stimulated him to the extreme degree.

The big fox was so cruel. Not only did she erase his memory, sacrifice, and belief, she also made him stand on the opposite side of the North.

If this is the case, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever.

At this moment, Guiziliu regretted his decision very much.

The inhuman and treacherous methods of Du Weiguo and his men were far beyond his imagination and could not be understood by common sense at all.

The key point is that Du Weiguo's ideas are completely different from what they were a few years ago, and his love for the north has been completely exhausted.

Damn it, he shouldn’t have shown up so confidently. He should have found a good place with picturesque scenery, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and hanged himself quietly on a tree in the southeast.

Thinking of this, Guiziliu, who had been strong all his life and hadn't cried in nearly 20 years, burst into tears.

"Forget it, Hu Da, don't make things difficult for him. Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, and he is just a poor guy who follows orders."

Du Weiguo couldn't help but say:

"Don't worry, I won't stop here. After we deal with Tianzhu and the leech, I will go back to Sijiu City in person. There are some accounts that should be settled."

"Humph, Duda, you'd better keep your word."

Mrs. Yuan put out her cigarette and curled her lips in dissatisfaction. At the same time, Guiziliu also regained his ability to speak.

"Thank you."

He thanked Du Weiguo with difficulty, then he eagerly stuck out his tongue, wanting to bite off the root of his tongue, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he froze again.

Madam Yuan frowned and said coldly:

"Are you so impatient to die? I've already told you that as long as I don't give you the nod, you can't die even if you want to."

At this moment, Guiziliu looked so miserable. His whole face was distorted, with half of his tongue sticking out and blood dripping from his mouth. It was both funny and creepy.

The most important thing is his eyes, which are empty, desperate, praying, pleading, regretful, painful, and entangled, making people unable to look at them directly.

Du Weiguo turned his head and stood up: "Okay, Hu Da, don't waste time, let him be freed quickly."

A moment later, at 4pm, in front of Rongji Tea Restaurant.

Guizi Liu, no, he was now called Mo Tingquan, trotted all the way to Miss Hu's car, covered his mouth, and said vaguely:

"Madam boss, you are here."

"Well, Lao Mo, what's wrong with your mouth?" Miss Hu asked calmly.

"Oh, I just bit it accidentally. By the way, would you like to try the shrimp dumplings in this restaurant? They taste pretty good."

Miss Hu shook her head:

"No, I don't have time. I have to catch a plane soon. Lao Mo, don't follow me recently. Go back to Kayseri as soon as possible."

Guiziliu nodded. Although his voice was strange and vague, his tone was very light, his expression was very clear, and he could vaguely hear a northeastern accent.

"Okay, Madam Boss, I understand. I will take the earliest flight back tomorrow."

His current identity is Miss Hu's old housekeeper, who came with her from her hometown in Northeast China. (End of this chapter)