Slaughtering My Way Through the Courtyard: Lock Me Up for Six Months and You'll Regret It

[Ruthless and decisive / Revenge against scumbags / Pure wish fulfillment / Unexpected twists]

I transmigrated to the 1960s and woke up in a dim, foul-smelling room.

Only after going through the original owner’s memories did I learn that the beasts in this courtyard had gotten him drunk, then pressed his hand to forged documents while he was barely conscious. The papers supposedly divided up housing, money, and jobs, all in a way that looked perfectly legal. Then they locked him up for half a year and left him to die.

Now that I’m here, I’ll collect this blood debt myself.

You locked me up for half a year?

No one in this courtyard is going to get off easy.

I’ll slaughter my way through the whole place and leave not a soul alive!