Siheyuan, my new life

As the masked man in black stepped onto the steps leading to the main room of the rear building, he said loudly with a smile, "Honorable guest, the flour and rice are stored here. The east and west wing rooms next door store cornmeal and corn flour respectively. Please come in and take a look at the goods."

Guo Yongping understood, of course, that the guy was deliberately speaking loudly to remind his subordinates in the back room. But since he was already here, he figured he should finish his business quickly, go home early, lie down and get some sleep. He had other things to do at the steel mill in the morning.

Without hesitation, Guo Yongping stepped into the main room of the back building. He immediately saw that all three back rooms had been opened up, with sacks and flour bags piled from the ground to the ceiling. Only near the door was there a dilapidated square table and two wooden chairs. A thin middle-aged man was standing behind the table. Guo Yongping noticed that the man's left hand was on the table, but his right hand was deliberately hanging down. Although the table obscured what the man was holding, Guo Yongping still paid close attention to his every move.

At this moment, the masked man in black spoke with a forced smile: "Esteemed guest, our rice and flour are all here. You can rest assured about the quality; they all come from state-owned processing plants. Shouldn't you show us the goods now?"

Guo Yongping said calmly, "Boss, since I'm already here, of course I should inspect the goods with my own eyes first. How can I judge the quality of the goods through sacks of burlap and flour? I don't have Sun Wukong's fiery eyes. Let's be cautious first and be honest later."

Once on their own turf, the masked man in black dropped his disguise and said with a sneer, "Kid, let's not waste any more words today. Hand over all the cash and gold bars on your person and in your backpack, and we won't make things difficult for you. Consider it a lesson learned for you, you hothead, so you won't suffer even greater losses in the future. Of course, if you're willing to risk your life rather than your money, then don't blame us for being ruthless. If that happens, we'll just send you to your death."

As soon as the masked man in black finished speaking, the five guys who had been following behind appeared at the door of the back room. Two of them, burly men holding daggers, stepped in and stood between the masked man in black and Guo Yongping, gesturing with their daggers.

Out of the corner of his eye, Guo Yongping noticed that the thin, middle-aged man who had been standing behind the square table was raising his right hand, and in his hand was a Mauser pistol.

Although the masked man in black spoke eloquently, Guo Yongping felt that if he obediently handed over all his valuables, he would most likely be killed to silence him. After all, being robbed of so much money would not be something any normal person would let go of. Therefore, to prevent future trouble, these guys would most likely kill him. As for why they were still talking nonsense, they were probably deliberately trying to lull him into a false sense of security. After all, if he were forced into a corner, he might fight back and cause casualties to them. It was better to deliberately offer to let him live if he handed over his valuables, so that Guo Yongping might believe their lies.

Having discovered that the gaunt middle-aged man had a gun, Guo Yongping decided not to waste any more time with these bastards. He swiftly raised his right hand, and a barely perceptible laser beam precisely struck the gaunt middle-aged man's forehead. There was no loud gunshot like a firearm, and only Guo Yongping himself could faintly hear a soft "thud." In an instant, a hole the size of a little finger appeared on the man's forehead. There was no bright red blood or snow-white brain matter splattering out; there was only a hole with a charred yellow rim, and a faint smell of burnt meat could be smelled. The gaunt middle-aged man slowly fell to the ground amidst the astonished expressions of the crowd, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Before the masked man in black and his five henchmen could react, Guo Yongping had already pulled the trigger again. With five soft "thuds" in succession, the five henchmen fell to the ground one after another. As for the only remaining masked man in black, he dared not make a move. The reason was simple: Guo Yongping's Browning pistol in his left hand was pointed at his head. Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, even this ruthless tyrant who had dominated Guijie Street for many years couldn't help but tremble slightly. In fact, if he hadn't reacted in time, he probably would have wet his pants by now.

If time could be reversed, the masked man in black would never have been so greedy as to target this so-called young upstart. Seeing how the boy unhesitatingly pulled the trigger, instantly killing his six men one by one, this was no longer a fat sheep. He was a ruthless killer, a demon. The strange pistol in the boy's hand terrified the masked man. He was well-informed and knew of the existence of silenced pistols, but even silenced pistols were only relatively silent; at close range, a faint gunshot could still be heard, and the impact was similar to that of a regular gunshot, with blood splattering. But he had just witnessed his own brother being shot in the forehead, yet not a drop of blood or brain matter flowed.

In fact, the masked man in black was overthinking things. This was the first time Guo Yongping had ever shot someone. However, when he was in college in his previous life, he often played shooting games with his roommates. Over the years, he had developed a pretty good aim. Moreover, in his subconscious, he only regarded the natives of the world he had transmigrated into as NPCs in the game. Therefore, he was able to pull the trigger without hesitation and kill the six thugs on the spot. As for the masked man in black, the leader, he would naturally have to be interrogated.

Seeing Guo Yongping coldly staring at him, the masked man in black quickly and tremblingly begged for mercy: "Sir, I was blinded by greed and dared to plot against you. Please, have mercy and spare my life. I'm willing to offer you all the grain here, as well as some croakers, cash, and receipts. I just beg you to let me live." With that, he knelt down at Guo Yongping's feet.