Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 90 Whoever provokes me is a Red Bandit

"Fourth, Fourth Uncle," Zhang Zixian hesitated, "Should we rethink our plans?"

"Boss Zhang is a big shot; he has connections to the underground forces in Shanghai. We've only just arrived in Shanghai,"

As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.

"Fourth Uncle, you used to say that harmony is the most important thing in everything."

Zuo Mingquan sneered, "The idea of ​​'harmony is precious' depends on the people involved. Director Chen's meaning is quite clear."

“If you don’t step up and act as the scapegoat, how can he have a reason to stand up for us?”

"Stop rambling. I know more about the intricacies of officialdom than you do. If you want to give me advice, wait until you become a section chief."

"By the way, what's the name of that troublemaker?"

Zhang Zixian said, "Tian Darong, nicknamed Tyrannosaurus."

Zuo Mingquan sneered, "Tyrannosaurus, huh? I'll smash up his place first, then play with him slowly."

"Let's see if it's a dragon or a worm, Xiao Bao. Tell the brothers to grab their gear and get ready to go."

"Yes," Zhang Zixian gave a proper salute, which made Zuo Mingquan laugh.

After instructing Zhang Zixian to fetch someone, Zuo Mingquan changed out of his office clothes and into a short jacket. He was already on the heavier side, and his frequent drinking and socializing had given him a large belly, so the short jacket made it easier for him to move around.

He took out his sidearm, skillfully loaded two magazines with bullets, and just as he put the magazines in, he heard footsteps approaching.

Zuo Mingquan thought Zhang Zixian had already called his men and was just about to set off when, to his surprise, another waiter arrived.

"Director Zuo, Lieutenant Asano from the Special Higher Police came to see you. He said he needs your cooperation on some operations."

"From the Special Higher Police?" Zuo Mingquan was slightly taken aback, then quickly said, "Please invite them in."

The waiter saluted and hurried to fetch someone.

A short while later, the man returned, followed by a Japanese man in plain clothes.

The reason we were able to identify him so clearly was because his appearance was so distinctive.

A pair of black-rimmed round glasses, below which is a signature mustache—this is clearly the look of a Japanese soldier.

"So you're Director Zuo Mingquan?" The Japanese soldier sized up Zuo Mingquan and slowly said, "I am Asano Ozo from the Special Higher Police Investigation Team."

The other person's Chinese wasn't very good; it sounded extremely awkward.

Zuo Mingquan dared not be negligent and bowed respectfully, saying, "Lieutenant Asano, hello, hello."

Seeing Zuo Mingquan's attitude, Asano Ozo's expression softened slightly: "When I came in just now, I saw the people below gathering."

"Does Director Zuo have any tasks to carry out?"

Zuo Mingquan replied respectfully, "Yes, Lieutenant Asano, we have received information that there are rebels lurking near the Fourth Route."

"We must go all out to capture these anti-Japanese elements who are disrupting the harmony of the empire."

Asano Ozo nodded slightly and said, "I greatly admire Director Zuo's work ethic."

"However, there are more important things that require your assistance now."

"Director Zuo came from Nanjing. He must have received intelligence beforehand that a special envoy from the New Army came to Shanghai to purchase medicine."

Zuo Mingquan nodded and said, "I know about this. When we were setting up the checkpoint at Jinling Railway Station, I was leading the team with Section Chief Yokokawa."

Asano Ozo nodded and said, "It's good that you know." "Our investigation team has raided many places in the past few days, but we haven't been able to catch anyone."

"We've received word that Shanghai's underground transportation system is also looking for this special envoy. We must apprehend him before they do,"

"Does Director Zuo think there are any difficulties?"

Zuo Mingquan replied decisively, "Lieutenant Asano, there will certainly be difficulties, but we cannot stop doing things just because of difficulties."

"Lieutenant Asano, please rest assured, we will do everything in our power to find this special envoy."

“Very good. Director Zuo is loyal to the Empire. I will definitely commend your achievements to Lord Yingzuo.”

"Director Zuo, please be careful. I'll be waiting for your good news in the Special Higher Police."

"Hey, Lieutenant Asano, please take care." Zuo Mingquan gave a perfunctory salute.

After seeing Asano Ozo off, Zhang Zixian tiptoed in again and asked, "Fourth Uncle, should we cancel our operation?"

"Cancel? Why cancel?" Zuo Mingquan sneered, "The special envoys of the New Army have legs and can run all over Shanghai, but Zhang Xiaolin's place doesn't have legs."

Zhang Zixian whispered, "But the Japanese wanted you to capture the Red Bandits first."

"Shut up," Zuo Mingquan said fiercely, skillfully tucking the gun into his waistband. "Let me tell you, whoever messes with me is a Red bandit."

Shanghai, Sihang Road, Fushou Hall.

This is a three-story brick building that blends Chinese and Western architectural styles, with a plaque hanging at the entrance that reads "May you enjoy longevity and good fortune."
As dusk settled, the large red lanterns at the entrance emitted an ambiguous, dim yellow light in the night. The three large characters "Fu Shou Guan" spelled out by neon lights above the door plaque were illuminated by the flickering lights, which reflected the wary eyes of several men dressed in short clothes standing at the entrance.

These people were the bouncers at the Fushou Pavilion; they had fierce expressions and repulsive faces.

Sihang Road isn't exactly bustling, but after nightfall it becomes the noisiest place in the area, attracting all sorts of hooligans and scoundrels.

"I've placed my bet, I've placed my bet. If I bet big, I'll lose big; if I bet small, I'll lose small."

"Place your bet now!" The croupier's shouts could be clearly heard even from the street.

At this street corner, three Dodge sedans and a dozen bicycles were parked on the side of the road.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Dodge, Zuo Mingquan was resting with his eyes closed when Zhang Zixian knocked on the window and said, "Fourth Uncle, I've seen someone."

"Should we make our move now?"

Zuo Mingquan opened his eyes, his cloudy pupils flashing with a fierce look: "Have the brothers surround the front and back doors. I've been waiting for him all afternoon, don't let him get away."

"Understood." Zhang Zixian hurriedly gave instructions, and soon the group split into three groups. Zhang Zixian led a group of men with their weapons and sneaked into the back alley of Fushouguan.

Another group of people, disguised as passersby, stood guard opposite the Fushou Pavilion.

Zuo Mingquan pushed open the car door, got out of the car, and waved to the remaining dozen or so people, saying, "Let's go, let's go and see how violent this Tyrannosaurus Rex really is."

"Yes."

The group marched in a grand procession toward the Fushou Hall ahead.
The thugs at the door saw this scene and someone went up to inform them. Zuo Mingquan himself was a gangster, so this kind of situation was not surprising to him.

Pushing open the carved wooden door on the ground floor, a wave of heat hits you. The ground floor of Fushou Pavilion is a casino, where the air is filled with the smell of cheap cigars, sweat, cheap perfume, and an excited aura of money.

The hall was filled with smoke, and there were dominoes tables, poker tables, and even the currently trendy roulette.

Zuo Mingquan's eyes lit up when he saw the huge crowd inside. Goodness, how much money must they make in one night?

(End of this chapter)