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Chapter 115 Director Zuo, you're quite the smooth talker!
No wonder Zhang Zixian reacted so strongly.

When Zhang Zixian delivered the appointment letter to Chen Yang, he had already seen Chen Yang's information. His address was exactly the same as the information registered by Lin Xueli.

Others may not know Commander Chen's abilities, but he is Zuo Mingquan's nephew, so how could he not know how formidable Commander Chen is?

In their eyes, the entire office was nothing more than a knife, especially since they were the deputy director of the Nanjing Special Service Committee.

These bastards are so greedy they've gone mad; they even dared to arrest Commander Chen's family.

"Sent, sent them away." Long Mao was so frightened by Zhang Zixian's expression that he stammered and couldn't speak.

Zhang Zixian angrily grabbed the long-haired man by the collar: "Quick, arrange a car to chase after them."

"We must retrieve the letter."

Longhair said haltingly, "Come, come, it's too late. The people have been gone for two hours. They should have seen them by now."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zixian was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale: "It's over, it's over, you bunch of idiots, you've really ruined Director Zuo's life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zixian seemed to remember something, pushed away Changmao, and ran out.

Jin Yu Lou, Shanghai.

This is an art gallery opened by Zhang Xiaolin on Rue Arbei in the French Concession.

Of course, "geisha" is the official name; to put it bluntly, it's a brothel.

Yabei Road is not far from Daxi Road. Zhang Zixian rode his bicycle at a speed almost comparable to a motorcycle to the entrance of Jinyulou.

Zhang Zixian threw the car at the door, not even bothering to lock it, and kicked the door open before rushing inside.

At this time, there were only a few servants doing cleaning work in the art gallery. When they saw Zhang Zixian rush in, the pimp in the art gallery stepped forward and joked, "Young Master Zhang, how long have you been holding back? Why are you in such a hurry so early in the morning?"

"Slap!" Zhang Zixian slapped him hard across the face. "Fuck your mother! Which room is Director Zuo in?"

The pimp, having been slapped for no reason, dared not complain. Covering his face, he said with a mournful expression, "Second floor, room number three of the Heavenly section."

"Fuck you!" Zhang Zixian kicked the pimp away and stomped up to the second floor.

Zhang Zixian was also a regular customer of Jinyulou, so he naturally knew the location of Room No. 3 in the Heavenly Division. He kicked open the door of Room No. 3 in the Heavenly Division.

The leftover food in the room hadn't been cleaned up yet. On a large bed on the inner side, Zuo Mingquan was fast asleep, with one woman on each side, each with snow-white skin and identical features.
The two women were the first to wake up when they heard the noise. When they saw a strange man barging in, they screamed in fright and instinctively pulled the blankets to cover themselves.

This scene did not arouse Zhang Zixian's interest at all. Zhang Zixian took a step forward and patted Zuo Mingquan's face: "Fourth Uncle, Fourth Uncle, something happened, wake up quickly."

Zuo Mingquan was clearly drunk. Instead of sobering up, he muttered, "Drink up, come on, I can still drink."

"Damn it." Zhang Zixian cursed, looked around, saw the wine pot on the table, rushed over, picked up the wine pot, and poured it on Zuo Mingquan's face.

The icy sensation jolted Zuo Mingquan awake.

Zhang Zixian stepped forward and shook Zuo Mingquan's body, anxiously shouting, "Fourth Uncle, wake up! Get up quickly! Something's happened! Changmao and his gang have arrested Commander Chen's family."

"What did you say?" Zuo Mingquan instantly sobered up from his drunken stupor.
Shanghai Stock Exchange, Ferguson Road.

A series of urgent knocks on the door startled Chen Yang from his sleep.

Chen Yang casually picked up his bathrobe and put it on, yawning as he opened the door.

The servant Xiaocao stood at the door and said urgently, "Young Master, something bad has happened! The eldest young master has been arrested by the people from the Shanghai office of the Jinling Special Service Committee."

"They sent a letter demanding 150 silver dollars as bail before they would release him." "My sister-in-law cried for half a day after she found out."

"What? What happened?" Chen Yang was instantly wide awake.

Xiao Cao pulled Chen Yang along as they walked and talked.

Early in the morning, the gatekeeper received a letter. He brought it in and gave it to Aunt Gui. Aunt Gui recognized Lin Xueli's handwriting and called Lin Xueli's wife, Gao Yuying.

Lin Xueli hadn't come home all night, and Gao Yuying was worried that something had happened to him. When she received a call from Aunt Gui, she immediately rushed to Ferguson Road.

When Gao Yuying opened the envelope, she discovered it was a ransom note, which terrified her and made her cry on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang's face turned ashen. "Damn it, they're trying to extort me!"

After going downstairs, Gao Yuying's sobs hadn't stopped. When she saw Chen Yang, she seemed to have grasped a lifeline: "Chen Yang, your elder brother has been very good to you. Now that you're an official, you must save your elder brother."

Chen Yang stepped forward to comfort her, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, let me read the letter first to see what's going on."

Gao Yuying handed the extortion letter to Chen Yang and said, "They say your elder brother is a member of the Communist Party, and you have to pay money to get him released."

"Otherwise, they'll be sent to the Special Higher Police, interrogated, and then executed."

"Chen Yang, our whole family depends on your older brother for support. If something happens to your older brother, I... I... I won't live either."

Another sob followed.
Chen Yang took the letter, read it carefully, and instantly became furious. With a "bang," he slammed his hand on the wooden coffee table: "Damn it, they've gone too far!"

"Sister-in-law, wait at home, I'm going to the Special Committee now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang strode into the side hall without even changing his clothes. He opened the compartment under the cabinet and took out the German P08 pistol that had killed Hirata Jisaburo earlier.

After confirming that there were still bullets in the magazine, he casually stuffed the gun into his back waistband and called out to Lao Qi, "Lao Qi, take me to No. 625, Da Xi Road."

At this moment, in the office of the head of the Special Service Department at No. 625 Daxi Road.

Last night, Zuo Mingquan called the team members who participated in the operation, along with their captain Liu Chang, into his office.

"Tell me, who gave you permission to arrest Lin Xueli?" Zuo Mingquan unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, revealing half a black dragon tattoo and a gold chain as thick as a thumb.

Liu Chang cautiously explained, "Director Zuo, it was an order from the Special Higher Police to send us to the international docks to arrest Communists."

"Arrest the Red Party? I'll fucking tell you to arrest the Red Party!" Zuo Mingquan was furious and raised his hand to slap him.

Zuo Mingquan knew exactly what kind of tricks these were. They just thought the profits were too low and wanted to make some extra money under the guise of arresting Communist Party members. But of all people, they arrested Chen Yang's family.

Who is that person? He's a smiling tiger who'll stab you with a knife while he's smiling. Going to mess with him is crazy.

Liu Chang covered his face and dared not speak.

Zuo Mingquan, panting heavily, said, "Go, before things escalate, get them out of here quickly."

No sooner had Zuo Mingquan finished speaking than the office door was kicked open with a loud bang.

Chen Yang, dressed in pajamas, his face ashen, shuffled in on his slippers: "Director Zuo, you're quite the smooth talker!"

"They've come to my house to arrest Communist Party members."

(End of this chapter)