After Awakening, She Tore Apart Her Enemies and Joined the Army on an Island - Chapter 6

“Ouch! Why don’t you watch where you’re going? You’ve broken my old back! Pay up!”

Su Meng’s face was ashen as she stared coldly at the little old woman sitting on the ground, clutching her legs with an air of righteous indignation while running a scam. She raised her arm in anger, then reluctantly lowered it again.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Madam, if you continue making unreasonable demands, I’ll have to call the police.”

She had indeed been walking quickly, but she was certain she hadn’t collided with anyone.

When luck turns against you, even drinking water can make you choke.

The old woman persisted relentlessly, sniffing and wiping away tears while tugging forcefully at Su Meng’s pant leg, wailing, “How the world has fallen! Everyone, come see! This comrade wants to hit an elderly person!” Her crying and carrying on quickly drew a large crowd of concerned onlookers.

Su Meng glanced at the setting sun, then leaned close to the old woman’s ear and whispered, “Old woman, if you keep this up, my heart condition might act up. Shall we see who can play this game better?”

The old woman stared at her in shock, disbelief in her voice. “You’re lying!”

Su Meng smiled mischievously. “Care to test that theory?”

The old woman paused for a moment, then patted Su Meng’s ankle twice before coldly uttering, “Truly worthy of being from the Su family, ruthless enough!”

Sensing something unusual at her ankle, Su Meng felt puzzled but maintained her roguish smile. “Thanks for the compliment!”

Once she reached a deserted corner, she quickly retrieved a small crumpled paper ball from her sock. Scrawled hastily across it were the words: Not suitable for travel today!

Was this a warning that she was being followed?

Or just an old woman’s prank?

Whatever the case, it wouldn’t stop her plans.

Clenching the paper tightly, Su Meng’s expression turned icy before she spun around and headed toward the clothing store across the street.

When she emerged from the store again, now disguised as a man, Su Meng spotted her tail.

He was sitting on the steps at the store’s entrance, holding a newspaper.

Just as Su Meng looked over, he lowered the paper and glanced at her.

In that brief moment, all she could see were the round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, along with scars visible on his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

Su Meng hadn’t expected to be targeted so soon after returning to the country.

She had no idea who he was.

But rumors of the Su family’s immense wealth in Shanghai were likely the trigger that had stirred certain people into action.

Since she was being followed, conducting bank transfers would no longer be safe.

Better to withdraw everything in cash.

After shaking off her tail, Su Meng, now in various disguises, successfully converted all the funds from the bank accounts of Shen Wuyang, Zhong Cuilin, and Zhong Wanrou into small gold bars.

Just as she stepped out of the bank, her sharp ears caught someone nearby mentioning the Su family.

“You’re saying Su Mianzhi withdrew all his deposits? And exchanged them for small gold bars?”

“Yes! He had the proper procedures, so we made the exchange.”

“Did he withdraw the housekeeper’s savings too?”

“Yes, her daughter’s as well. The entire family’s funds have been converted into little gold ingots. Do you think they’re planning to flee?”

“Hmph! Flee? They should ask if I’ll allow it. Fine, what’s done is done. Keep an eye on that safe.”

Hearing this, Su Meng’s heart clenched violently, her face turning darker than ink.

So, the existence of the Su family’s safe wasn’t a secret after all.

Dusk was falling, and a storm seemed imminent.

Fortunately, Su Meng had taken the safe with her from the start.

Perhaps the person in charge of managing the safe was upright and hadn’t leaked the information.

Su Meng fixed her gaze on the man giving orders and, without hesitation, began to tail him.

She was determined to see just what kind of “big shot” this person was.

Then, watching him swagger into the Revolutionary Committee, her expression shifted to one of understanding.

Now, Shen Wuyang was the deputy director of Shanghai’s largest shipyard, overseeing production and operations.

Originally, this shipyard had been the Su family’s business. At the start of the political movement, Shen Wuyang, to protect himself, “enthusiastically” handed it over.

Su Meng suddenly recalled a brief mention in the book: when Shen Wuyang handed over the shipyard, someone in authority hinted that he should also surrender the Su family’s last profitable restaurant.

But Shen Wuyang couldn’t bear to part with it and sought out a “good person” in the Revolutionary Committee to help him keep the restaurant.

The book didn’t specify who this “good person” was, but Su Meng knew it was nothing more than a transaction of power and money.

Hiding in the shadows, she focused her mind and entered her space, quickly sifting through the documents she had taken from Shen Wuyang’s room.

Finally, in a notebook, she discovered records of his dealings and favors over the past ten years.

Among them, a man named Hao Youli caught her attention.

Not because the amount of money Hao Youli had accepted was the largest, but because he had taken the most antiques, calligraphy, paintings, luxury watches, and jewelry.

Entry after entry filled more than a dozen pages.

All of these were her Su family’s assets, how dare they?

At this moment, Su Meng wasn’t in a hurry to check the safe. She wanted to “visit” Hao Youli first.

On the empty, silent street, the dim streetlights stretched her shadow long and lonely.

Her wavy ponytail swayed idly behind her.

She had walked for an hour, waiting for the deep stillness of the night.

The two-story Western-style house before her was occupied only by Hao Youli and his wife.

As Su Meng approached, a small, ink-black dog darted out from the bushes, blocking her path.

“Woof!”

Though the sound was weak, in the quiet night, it seemed amplified a hundredfold.

Annoyed by the obstruction, Su Meng casually tossed the dog into her space.

Then, she entered the second-floor bedroom, dragged the unconscious Hao Youli into the study, and woke him up to begin the interrogation: “You took so many antiques and jewelry from the Su family, where are they now?”

“Mind your own business, or I’ll make sure you stay quiet forever.”

Su Meng had only asked one question before Hao Youli threatened her.

Smiling, she walked over, stepped on his hand, and ground her foot down forcefully, saying calmly, “You make a good point. But I can shut you up right now.”

With that, she shook out a packet of powder.

The powder drifted onto the wound on his hand.

Hao Youli screamed in agony, his face contorted with pain. He had just begun to curse when the glint of a cold, sharp dagger silenced him.

Su Meng toyed with the dagger, watching him leisurely. “You’d better cooperate, or my dagger might just taste blood.”

Hao Youli’s pupils contracted, and he instantly calmed down. “Who are you?”

Su Meng waved Shen Wuyang’s record book in front of his eyes. “I’m here under orders to retrieve the Su family’s treasures. Tell me, where are they?”

Hao Youli stared at the records in disbelief, his eyes bulging and facial muscles trembling.

He growled through gritted teeth, “You bastard, I won’t let you get away with this. I…”

Seeing him ramble on, Su Meng grew impatient.

Without blinking, she stabbed the dagger into the back of his hand. “Hurry up! Don’t waste my time.”

“In… the basement.”

Su Meng smirked, sprinkled another packet of knockout powder, and headed into his basement.

Most of the items on the list were stored in the basement, with a few common ones displayed as ornaments in the study.

As for the jewelry, only one or two inconspicuous pieces were treasured by his wife, who wore them constantly.

But what surprised her even more was…