If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

After Minglou left, Wang Tianfeng gestured for Guo Qiyun to put the photos away, then stood up and said, "Let's go to Ping'an Lane and see that parrot again."

The two got up, pushed open the door, looked around, went downstairs to pay the bill, and left Changsan Book House.

Chen Qing hid in the private room and first saw Ming Lou leave with Ming Cheng, then saw Wang Tianfeng leave with Guo Qiyun.

Guo Qiyun drove the car back to Ping'anli, only to find that Chen Qing's clinic was locked. The car did not stop and drove straight away from the clinic.

"That kid must have hidden himself. He probably knows the glue is missing and senses danger," said Wang Tianfeng in the passenger seat.

"What do we do now?"

"Go to the dock, then immediately return to Chongqing and deliver the intelligence to Boss Dai. This is a big deal. Remember to report this to Parrot. Next time you come, you and Yu Manli should come together."

"What do you mean?"

Wang Tianfeng chuckled: "This kid is probably not one to stay still. I'll have to put a rope around his neck."

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Chen Qing watched Wang Tianfeng and Guo Qiyun leave and understood. Ming Lou had contacted Wang Tianfeng. It seemed that the special envoy from headquarters was Wang Tianfeng, and the film and photos must have fallen into his hands.

Chen Qing watched Wang Tianfeng leave, then closed the window and embraced Haitang, drinking wine and flowers.

In the stillness of the night, the music from Changsan Shuyu had ceased, and most of the guests in the lobby downstairs had left.

Chen Qing leaned back in the octagonal chair, holding Haitang in his arms.

"It's late, and I'm tired. Let's go to bed and rest," Chen Qing said in a suggestive tone.

Haitang paused in her movements and quickly pushed Chen Qing away: "Sir, you're joking. I'm a teacher at the Changsan brothel, I only sell my art, not my body. If you want to rest, I'll go and call a courtesan for you right away, I guarantee she'll suit your taste."

She's the kind of "gentleman" who sells her art but not her body; she's open to anything with her clients, but she can't sleep with them.

Chen Qing didn't make things difficult for her, and took out fifty yuan in legal tender and stuffed it into her weak and boneless hand.

"Hurry up, hurry up, pick one that looks good."

Fifty legal tender coins were no small sum. Haitang's eyes lit up instantly. She quickly picked up the money and tucked it into her sleeve, curtsying slightly: "Please wait a moment, Master, I'll go right away!"

Chen Qing opened the window, pushed it open a crack, and hoped that a beauty no less stunning than Haitang would come up.

Not long after, a woman in a peach-colored cheongsam swayed downstairs, her hair adorned with jewels and her face covered in thick makeup. She gracefully ascended the stairs, pushed open the door, and entered.

But Chen Qing's expression darkened.

The woman's features were indeed well-proportioned, and she had a slender figure. She possessed an alluring charm that made her irresistible at first glance, but this woman was poisonous.

He was not only a gynecologist, but also had the support of a system, which allowed him to see at a glance that the woman had contracted venereal disease. Although it was still in the early stages and there were no obvious symptoms, it could not be hidden from his eyes.

"Get out, get out, find someone else." Chen Qing frowned and waved his hand, his tone utterly impolite.

The woman paused, her charming smile freezing on her face: "My lord, am I not pretty?"

"You're pretty, but it's a pity your body isn't clean," Chen Qing said irritably. "You have venereal disease, but luckily it's in its early stages, so it's not a big problem for now. I'm a doctor at the Ping An Li Gynecology Clinic. Come see me sometime when you have time, and I'll treat you."

The woman's face turned deathly pale instantly, showing both displeasure and panic. Clutching the hem of her clothes, she stammered repeatedly before turning and running away hastily.

If she gets venereal disease, she'll be kicked out of the brothel. Not only will she not be able to earn money in the future, but this disease might even take her life first.

"Ping An Li Gynecology Clinic, remember that!" Chen Qing shouted at her retreating figure, then slammed the door shut in frustration.

Not long after, another woman was led in.

Chen Qing glanced at it; the system showed that the person was healthy and without illness, but their appearance was quite ordinary, far inferior to the previous one.

He didn't even bother to speak, simply waving his hand to shoo them away: "If you don't like it, change it!"

A hint of grievance flashed across the woman's face, but she dared not say anything more and retreated with her head down.

Chen Qing sat at the table and waited for a long time. There were only a few scattered footsteps downstairs, and no one came up.

After waiting for a long time, he heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs. He peeked through the crack in the window and his pupils immediately contracted.

A woman in a dark floral cheongsam was climbing the steps. Her long hair was tied up in a bun and adorned with a simple silver hairpin. She was dressed like a "teacher" at the Changsan Shuyu, but he was all too familiar with that face.

It's Bai Jie!

Oh no, it must be someone impersonating a teacher from the Changsanshuyu to assassinate me.

He instinctively reached for his gun, then suddenly stopped. This was a brothel; firing a gun would alert others, making it difficult for him to escape.

He sheathed his gun, glanced at the wine jug on the table, a ruthless glint in his eyes, took out a small paper packet from his pocket, poured all the white powder inside into the wine jug, shook it vigorously a few times, poured out a glass of wine, and placed it in the center of the table.

That was prepared by Liu Daya at the liaison station; he casually pocketed the money for his escape.

He blew out the kerosene lamp on the table, leaving only a dim wall lamp in the corner, casting shadows throughout the room. Then, he quickly walked to the bedside, pulled the blanket over himself, and pretended to be drunk and fast asleep, deliberately breathing heavily.

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open, and Bai Jie's figure slipped in. She glanced around the dark room, her brow furrowing slightly, and murmured in confusion, "Where is she?"

From the bed came Chen Qing's slurred voice, thick with alcohol: "I've had too much to drink, I'm lying here. You finish the wine on the table and come up to sleep with me."

Bai Jie quietly placed her hand on her waist, drew out a sharp dagger and gripped it tightly. She walked very lightly towards the bed, her eyes scanning every corner of the room warily, afraid of any ambush.

"I told you to drink the wine, didn't you hear me?" Chen Qing's voice was tinged with impatience. "Don't spoil my fun. No drinking, no going to bed. That's the rule of your Changsan Hall. You, a 'gentleman,' don't even know that?"

Bai Jie stopped in her tracks.

She received orders at the last minute that Chen Qing had betrayed them and joined the 76th Division, and that he had to be eliminated. She disguised herself as a teacher at the Changsan Shuyu brothel and sneaked in. She only knew that this was a brothel, but she had no idea what the rules were.

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze falling on the glass of wine in the center of the table. Then she looked at Chen Qing, who was fast asleep on the bed, and thought that having a drink wouldn't hurt. Otherwise, she might give herself away before she even got close to him.

She picked up her wine glass, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

She put down her wine glass, gripped the dagger tightly again, and tiptoed toward the bed.

But after taking only two steps, a sudden wave of dizziness hit me, the scene before my eyes began to spin, and my limbs became weak.

She had a bad feeling and tried to raise her hand to cover her mouth, but she was too weak and fell heavily to the ground with a thud, the dagger slipping to the side.

Chen Qing suddenly sat up in bed and, by the dim light of the wall lamp, looked at Bai Jie lying on the ground.

Her figure was already graceful, and the cheongsam accentuated her curves, making her even more alluring in the dim light.

Chen Qing bent down to pick up the dagger from the ground, his fingertips tracing the cold blade, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

This woman came to kill him. If he hadn't been on guard, he would be the one lying here right now.

But seeing Bai Jie's slightly furrowed brows in her unconscious state, and her exquisite figure, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a surge of lust rose from the bottom of his heart.

Hmph, you delivered yourself right to my doorstep. You're about to take my life, why should I be polite?

He turned and blew out the last wall lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness.

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