diymy Chapter 35 Scheming in the Dark
Chapter 35 Scheming in the Dark
The hotel had eight rooms on the third floor. Besides the two Japanese soldiers, Marilyn and her two siblings, Chen Feng and Qian Biao, there was also a middle-aged couple staying there.
The woman was over thirty, with brown hair and eyes, and slightly dark skin. She wore a loose silk nightgown and looked somewhat like someone from the Middle East.
The man was nearly forty years old, with blond hair and brown eyes. He was shirtless, his chest covered with curly hair, and he had a muscular build. A revolver was tucked into his belt, and he exuded a fierce aura.
He rested his right hand on the butt of his gun, strode towards Marilyn, and asked in fluent English, "Beautiful lady, I am Howard Jerwell from England. Has this Chinese man been rude to you?"
Before he finished speaking, his brown eyes were already fixed on Chen Feng with a fierce look, his pupils filled with hostility, and his fingers were lightly rubbing the gun handle, as if he would draw his gun and fire at any moment.
Jack's gaze was also fixed on Chen Feng, and his right hand was already gripping a pistol. He hissed, "Chinese brat, how dare you be disrespectful to my sister? You're asking for death!"
Peter, being more composed, stepped aside to shield Marilyn, his eyes filled with vigilance.
Looking at the three of them, Chen Feng felt nothing but disdain.
At a distance of ten paces, a gun is naturally faster.
At such close range, he could easily subdue the three of them with a simple move.
Marilyn looked helpless, glared at her two older brothers, and said in a low voice, "He just happened to be passing by. I was the one who got scared. It's nothing."
Chen Feng understood that Marilyn was worried that arguing would attract the attention of the Spanish military and police.
He didn't want to cause any trouble, so he nodded and calmly replied in English, "I was just passing by. This lady's sudden outburst startled me."
"So that's how it is!" Jack loosened his right hand from the butt of the gun, let out a soft breath, and relaxed his body slightly.
"You guys go back to your rooms, I'm going to take a shower." Marilyn winked at her brothers, picked up a towel, and turned to walk towards the stairs.
The parties involved were unwilling to pursue the matter further, but Jerwell still wanted to show off, shouting at the top of his lungs, "This beautiful lady, you'd better be careful since you're staying alone tonight."
"You should worry about your female companion!" Marilyn said without turning her head, her footsteps quickly disappearing around the corner of the stairs.
Chen Feng glanced at her and saw that the brown-haired woman's face was stiff, and she seemed to be angry but dared not speak out.
The public bathhouse is on the first floor, with separate men's and women's bathrooms.
It was already late at night, and the bathroom was empty. Chen Feng quickly finished washing up and returned to his room on the third floor.
Qian Biao immediately stood up from his chair, gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, and whispered, "General, should we kill that middle-aged couple?"
Ok?
How can this kid be so aggressive?
A hint of doubt flickered in Chen Feng's eyes as he walked to the bed by the window and sat down.
Qian Biao added, "General, the blond middle-aged man's eyes were suspicious of you, full of malice, which is why I wanted to make my move ahead of time."
Chen Feng did notice this detail, after all, you don't have eyes on the back of your head.
He pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "We'll be staying in the city for another two or three days. If someone dies in the hotel, it will cause unnecessary trouble."
"I see!"
Qian Biao nodded slightly and loosened his grip on the knife handle with his right hand.
Silent all night.
The next morning, before dawn, there was a rustling sound outside the window, followed by a low prayer.
Chen Feng was awakened by the noise. He got up and walked to the window, taking in the first light of dawn as he carefully examined the church not far away.
Perhaps because war was imminent, only three priests came and went inside.
A teenager and two elderly people.
No wonder Marilyn was confident in seizing the gold; dealing with three defenseless old and weak people would be far too easy for her.
To the right of the church was the Spanish military camp, where soldiers were already training under the reprimands of their officers.
Chen Feng kept staring until the sun rose before turning his gaze away.
The entire camp had about five hundred soldiers, all equipped with Mauser 1893 standard rifles. Judging from their training movements, they seemed to be elite troops.
However, most of the soldiers had blank expressions and unfocused eyes, and they were listless during training, clearly lacking any fighting spirit.
After a moment's thought, Chen Feng understood the reason.
With the US fleet blockading the harbor, outside aid is completely blocked. In addition, the locals are spreading rumors that the independence army will attack the city at the end of the month. The soldiers see no hope of victory, so it is understandable that their morale is low.
dong dong dong...
A knock came at the door.
Qian Biao, who had already gotten up, immediately gripped the knife handle and carefully opened the door.
"Mr. Chen, my young master sent me to deliver clothes."
The newcomer was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a cotton short jacket, with bright and intelligent eyes.
"Please thank Young Master Zheng for me."
Chen Feng nodded his thanks, and Qian Biao stepped forward to take the bag of clothes the boy handed him.
The young man did not leave. He took out a folded piece of white paper from his chest, lowered his head and said softly, "Mr. Chen, my young master also said that the first batch of supplies has been prepared and can be shipped today."
"So fast?"
Chen Feng strode to the door and picked up a piece of white paper with several lines of writing on it.
There are 1,000 catties of corn, 1,000 catties of rice, 200 catties of smoked meat, 100 catties of salt, 20 bolts of cotton cloth, and 10 bolts of wool felt...
Aside from the lack of quantity, the variety is complete.
The young man continued, "These supplies have almost emptied our warehouse in Malolos. The rest will have to be sourced from Manila. My young master has already sent people back to Manila overnight to prepare, so you don't need to worry."
As expected of a servant of a large family, he speaks with great composure and order.
Chen Feng thought to himself, then handed the list to Qian Biao and instructed, "Take the Zheng family's convoy back to the camp first and hand over the supplies properly."
"yes!"
Qian Biao straightened up, responded, picked up the bag from the wall, and followed the boy as he turned and left.
After going downstairs, Chen Feng went straight to the restaurant.
The restaurant was much busier than the night before, but it was mostly filled with Westerners, and his short black hair stood out in the crowd.
The hotel breakfast consisted only of dry, hard bread and eggs; there was no milk at all.
Chen Feng forced down a couple of bites, frowned, and gestured to the waiter: "Get me three steaks and a bottle of wine."
Anyway, it's Zheng Mingsong, that rich young master, who's paying for it, so why not take advantage of it?
"Chen-san, you certainly have a good appetite!" Aoki Nobuyuki walked down the stairs with a fake smile on his face.
Chen Feng looked up: "Mr. Aoki, would you like some too?"
"I prefer light food and I don't like greasy food in the morning," Aoki Nobuyuki shook his head.
The Japanese soldiers did indeed eat very bland food; their sake was as weak as water.
Chen Feng chuckled lightly, ignored him, and lowered his head to eat his steak.
Aoki Nobuyuki, however, brazenly carried his tray over and sat down opposite him, casually asking, "Where are you planning to go today, Mr. Chen? Are you still in town buying supplies?"
"That's the plan."