I used the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to fight the Japanese.

Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad. The first raid on Lü Hongzhong's opium den was merely a training exercise for the brothers to improve team discipline and to raise some start-up capital. Before robbing the Japanese army's rations, Gou Mao had told him that Lü Hongzhong was a scoundrel; little did he expect that what he did this time would be even more outrageous!

If we don't deal with this traitor, who should we deal with?

Now that the brothers have gone through so many trials, taking down a traitor doesn't require a night raid. Since we've made up our minds, there's no need for such trouble; Mancang and Huzi are enough!

The two men left the pancake stall and strolled towards the bathhouse. As soon as they entered, a waiter greeted them, "You two are here. Are you here for a bath or a smoke?"

The waiter didn't mince words and asked directly.

“I heard from some of the shopkeepers at the market that your goods are pretty good, with authentic flavors and generous portions. My brother and I came over to try them out. Shall we get a room?” Mancang said casually.

"You've hit the nail on the head! We value genuine products here, and we guarantee you'll want to come back again and again! This way, please!" The waiter was delighted and led the two towards the backyard.

These two look unfamiliar, which means they're both greenhorns! If we don't squeeze every last drop out of you once you're in our opium den, then we've failed in our duty!

Soon, the waiter led the two into the courtyard, found an empty room to settle them in, and then left the room to inform the waiter on duty. He was just a waiter; his job was simply to lead the people in and inform the waiter, after which someone would take care of them.

The two men looked around the familiar room; the furnishings were unchanged: a large kang (heated brick bed), a square table, and an oil lamp—everything was there. Soon, a waiter came in with two opium pipes and half a lump of opium. He closed the door, lit the oil lamp, filled the pipes, and handed them to the two men.

"You two look unfamiliar, aren't you from around here?" the waiter asked tentatively.

"We're from the county. We heard the furs in Qili Township are quite good, so we've come to buy some," Mancang said, putting down his pipe, taking out a silver dollar and tossing it to his assistant before continuing.

"I heard this bathhouse belongs to Master Lü, so I wanted to come and pay my respects. Young brother, could you please give me an introduction?"

The waiter caught the tossed dollar, pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, and blew on it. The dollar made a distinctive "ding" sound that echoed throughout the room.

"Haha, you two are clearly experts! With our master looking after you here at Qilixiang, any business will be smooth and successful! Please wait a moment, I'll go and report to the master right away. Whether the master sees you or not is not something a servant like me can decide!" The shopkeeper said, stuffing the silver dollars into his pocket.

"Of course! Thank you for your trouble, young man!" Mancang said politely.

The waiter went out to report, leaving only him and Hu Zi inside. The two exchanged a glance, adjusted the hidden darts in their sleeves, and lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed) to wait for the waiter to return.

Soon the waiter returned and told the two that the master was entertaining guests and asked them to wait a moment.

"Gentlemen, the master will be waiting a while. Why don't you two smoke for now, and he'll send someone to fetch you when he's finished?" the waiter said when he saw the two men not moving their opium pipes.

"No! We can't be half asleep when we're going to see Master Lü. We're not addicted yet, we can smoke after we see him," Mancang explained.

"Alright! You two are too kind! I'll take my leave now. Please call me if you need anything." The waiter took his leave.

Fifteen minutes later, the waiter came in and led the two to a room on the second floor of the front hall. Six bodyguards stood guard on both sides of the door. As soon as the two approached, the six men stepped forward and blocked their way.

"Gentlemen, our esteemed family business doesn't want any accidents to happen when meeting strangers. If you are carrying any weapons, please hand them over. They will be returned to you intact when you leave!" The waiter, naturally aware of the rules, explained.

Mancang and his companion exchanged a glance, a fleeting look of surprise in their eyes. This traitorous dog has done so many bad things that even he himself feels uneasy!

"With all this chaos and war, we're constantly on the move, so I carry this little gadget with me for self-defense." He said, rolling up his sleeves and taking off the hidden dart, handing it to the bodyguard beside him.

Tiger followed suit.

"I understand! Anything else?" The shopkeeper took the hidden dart, glanced at it, and asked, a flash of disdain crossing his face. What era are we living in? Still using such outdated gadgets!

"It's gone!" Mancang said, opening his arms for the bodyguard to check.

The two bodyguards came out and carefully checked the two men. Only after confirming that there was nothing else on them did they let them into the house.

Inside, an elderly man in his fifties, dressed in a white silk blouse, sat at the table drinking tea. Upon seeing the two enter, he didn't rise, put down his teacup, and said:

"Please sit down, both of you. In this chaotic situation, my actions were only to protect my safety. Please forgive me if I have offended you!"

“Hehe, Master Lü, you’re overthinking it! It’s better to be cautious in this chaotic world!” Mancang said as he sat down opposite him, and Hu Zi also sat down in the adjacent seat.

Soon the waiter brought two cups of tea, then left and closed the door.

"I heard from the shop assistant that you two are in the fur business. I wonder how I can help you?" Lu Hongzhong asked bluntly.

"Haha, let's not rush into the fur business. Master Lü must have picked up quite a few good goods during your trip to the countryside, right? How about I let you have them all? I promise you won't lose out on the price!" Mancang said.

"Oh? You two are also interested in those things?" Lü Hongzhong asked in surprise.

“My ancestors have a long tradition of collecting trinkets, including antiques, calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver jewelry, porcelain and bronzes. If Mr. Lü is willing to part with them, we can take a look,” Man Cang said, taking a sip of tea.

This guy must have gotten a lot of good stuff from the villagers, all of which are treasures left by our ancestors! In the hands of this big traitor, he would most likely use them to curry favor with the Japanese! How many treasures have been lost overseas in later generations, and Chinese people have to spend a lot of money to go abroad to see them if they want to appreciate and study them.

This is a loss for the entire nation!

Since we're going to deal with this traitor, we can't let go of the treasures he possesses! Just like Old Master Song's jade chime set, we can't let go of the things he has either!

"Hahaha, good! To be honest, these things are only good for me to melt down as gold and silver. If you two can afford the price, why not transfer them all to you!" Lu Hongzhong was in a great mood. Over the years, he had collected quite a few good things.

In the hands of ordinary people, these items were treasured immensely, but in his eyes, only gold and silver were somewhat useful. Other things like bronze and jade were neither edible nor drinkable; it was better to exchange them for silver dollars! I don't know what they were so treasuring!

"Haha, great! As long as the goods are right, the price won't let you rip off!" Mancang laughed.

"Okay!" With that, Lü Hongzhong got up, went to a cabinet, took out a key, opened the cabinet door, and laboriously carried out two large trunks, similar to suitcases from later times, placing them next to the table before continuing, "

"It's all here, open it and take a look!" Lü Hongzhong said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.