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Chapter 349 The Dutiful Son Zhou Yi

The rain started at dusk and showed no sign of stopping by evening.

The streets in Sai Kung's Choee district are dilapidated.

The water overflowed from the drainage ditch, making it so damp that it was hard to breathe.

The lights upstairs were dim and yellow, the gauze curtains were mottled, and the brightness was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

This house originally belonged to a medicinal herb shop, but it closed down due to poor management.

The bamboo plaque still hangs in the center, with the words "Tong'an Ginseng and Deer Antler" written on it.

Four people were crammed into the small room on the mezzanine.

Chen Tinghe lay unconscious on the makeshift bed, his face pale and his forehead burning hot.

Ruan Wenxing sat on a bench by the door.

Standing next to him was He Wenchang, a middle-aged man of Chinese descent.

Not long ago, Nguyen Van Hang finally learned the man's true identity:
Contact person for underground transportation lines

It can provide them with temporary shelter to evade searches.

At this moment, the old man and the young man were nervously sizing up the man opposite them.
His expression was complex, showing both awe and bewilderment.

Zhou Yi ignored their gazes and squatted on the ground, smoking by himself.

The sparks from my fingertips flickered in the shadows.

After a moment, he flicked his cigarette ash and suddenly asked:
"How do you plan to move him?"

Ruan Wenxing paused for a moment, then turned to look at He Wenchang.

“Chen Tinghe.” Zhou Yi’s tone remained flat.

"He has a high fever. If the medicine works, he should wake up within an hour."

He Wenchang swallowed.

According to regulations, details such as routes, communication, and cover must never be revealed.

But Chen Tinghe's last words before he fell into a coma echoed in his mind:
—Do as he says.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice:
"I just arranged for people to leave before dawn."

"Which way?"

“West Causeway to Jialong”

"Isn't martial law in place over there?"

“That area is mainly handled by the military police, so the checks are relatively lax.”

"military police?"

"Yes, the military police have several vehicles, mainly to prevent people from coming in from outside."

"They won't investigate?"

"As long as the money is in place."

Zhou Yi hummed in agreement and tilted his head back slightly to exhale a puff of smoke.

"What about the backup plan?" he asked again.

"A river route has been arranged; if the land route is impassable, we will proceed from the dock."

“From there you can go directly into the Saigon River, and then head north.”

"Who else knows you're here?"

"no one."

"Will the radio work?"

"can."

"Good."

Zhou Yi commented, then changed his posture and simply sat on the ground.

There was silence in the room.

Ruan Wenxing watched as he took out a second cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Hearing the "click" sound, I realized with a start that I was covered in cold sweat.

Such an efficient and blatant massacre.

The man before her remained remarkably calm throughout.

The torrential rain poured down from the roof like a curtain.

The roar of a motorcycle came from the street corner, then quickly disappeared.

He Wenchang also stared at Zhou Yi, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

That person seemed too indifferent; it was impossible to discern any emotion from them.

But he understood that they were sitting here tonight entirely because of each other.

He Wenchang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He felt he should say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and mustered his courage to ask:

"Mr. Zhou, if I may ask, why did you do this?"

"Relax," Zhou Yi said with a slight smile.

“I’m not here to investigate you, Nguyen Van Hang can testify to that.”

"Then you."

"I did come here with a mission."

"But that mission doesn't conflict with yours."

Zhou Yi made up a story off the cuff, not caring how much misunderstanding his answer might cause. The rain intensified, pattering loudly against the tin roof eaves.

Upon hearing this, He Wenchang dared not ask any further questions.

On the contrary, Nguyen Van Hang, after hesitating for a long time, finally voiced his doubts:

"You asked me to find two people for you, and they were the ones with the mission."

"You can think of them as my mission."

Zhou Yi then gestured to He Wenchang:
"Since you have nothing to do now, take a pen and write down the details."

“I can remember,” He Wenchang said quickly.

"Your English is good? Because half of the following part will be in English."

"I'll try my best."

Zhou Yi said no more, stubbed out the cigarette in his palm, and stood up.

“I came to Saigon for them.” His voice was soft.

“Some people think you can help me.”

He said this with a calm expression, as if he were reading an official document.

"The first one was a woman named Li Jin, Jin as in 'Jin Yu Ni Xia' (meaning 'to hide flaws in one's virtues')."

“But I guess her passport says Eleanor Lee, Lee.”

"Roughly where does she operate?"

"In Thanh Hoa and Quang Nam? Or have they already gone down to Saigon and Cho Lon?"

"I do not know."

"To be honest, I don't even know if she's in Vietnam."

"The only certainty is that she is still studying and is nineteen years old."

He Wenchang repeated in a low voice: "Nineteen years old, a student."

Zhou Yi paused for a moment, then spoke again:
"The second one is a man, her husband or boyfriend."

"Daniel Wisniewsky, also known by his Chinese name, Zhou Binhong."

"Was Visniewsky or Zhou Binhong a white man? Or a Chinese man?"

"Looks like a white person. Twenty-six years old."

"And your profession?"

“Scholars, or pretending to be scholars,” Zhou Yi shrugged.

"If he were in Vietnam, he would probably be dealing with the local government, doing some academic research or interviews."

After he finished speaking, He Wenchang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

"how?"

"."

"Would you mind revealing which country's passports they might be using?"

“The United States,” Zhou Yi said directly.

"The United States?" He Wenchang frowned. "They have connections with the embassy?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no."

"That would be troublesome."

"If they were American personnel, the Southern intelligence service should have filed a report long ago."

Just because you haven't heard of them doesn't mean they don't exist.

"what do you mean"

"What I mean is, whoever they are, investigate them as soon as possible."

"Where's the time?"

"One month."

"A month?" He Wenchang gave a wry smile.

"Mr. Zhou, the matter you described is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Li Jin is nineteen years old and a student."

"Zhou Binhong is twenty-six years old, has a foreign appearance, and is engaged in research."

"Martial law was declared in Saigon, and searches were conducted along the riverbank; their location was uncertain."

"That's why we need you all." Zhou Yi said, taking two steps closer.

He stared down at the man, his gaze slowing down more and more.

"Similarly, finding them will bring about dramatic changes to the situation in Vietnam."

"What happened today is just the beginning, believe me."

The room fell silent immediately after he said that.

He Wenchang stared at him blankly, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

Suddenly, my heart started racing, beating so fast that I couldn't even breathe properly.

He didn't even dare to think about the fear and excitement of being drawn into a huge, secretive place.

The man in front of me.

A man who speaks Mandarin.

Strangers, mysterious, and capable of carrying out missions single-handedly – ​​“foreigners”.

Finally, without further ado, he nodded solemnly:
"I assure you, I will do everything in my power to find clues about them."
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on a weird occasion with some nice folks
(End of this chapter)