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

Ming Family

As the family ate breakfast, Mingjing held up the newspaper that had just been delivered that morning and read it aloud in a sarcastic tone: "Today's front page headline, 'Chairman Wang's Great Cause of Peace is the Only Magic Weapon to Win This War.' This author's name sounds so familiar."

Mingtai looked at him with disdain: "Who wrote this? It must be a major traitor."

Minglou looked embarrassed, put down the crab roe bun in his hand, and said, "I wrote it. Editor-in-Chief Hu of the China Daily asked me to write an editorial, and I couldn't refuse."

"You're neglecting your duties!" Mingtai mocked.

Minglou looked at Mingjing: "Our child is becoming more and more unruly, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Mingjing glanced at him: "I can't even control my brother who's a traitor, so who can I control?"

"Is it my fault?" Minglou said, somewhat annoyed, and snapped at Mingcheng, "Hurry up and finish eating, then go downstairs and get the car ready. We have a lot to do today."

Mingcheng, who had always been the center of attention, looked completely innocent and quickly ate a couple of bites of rice before heading to get his car.

Mingjing called out to him, "Acheng, Aunt Gui wrote a letter saying that life in the countryside is too hard and she wants to come back to work for the Ming family."

Mingcheng's expression immediately brightened, then clouded over, and he simply said, "Big sister, you decide what to do."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Mingjing looked at Minglou: "Minglou, look, Aunt Gui has been with our family for so many years, could you help me persuade Acheng? After all, she is Acheng's adoptive mother?"

Minglou said, "I don't think it's possible! You know Acheng's temper. How can I possibly bring myself to ask him for something like this?"

Mingjing sighed, "Never mind what I said. Let's eat. Look, it's almost Chinese New Year, but there's no festive atmosphere at home. After we eat, I'll go buy some New Year's goods."

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Time flies, and before we knew it, it was New Year's Eve.

Tonight, a New Year's reception is being held in the Peony Hall on the third floor of the Peace Hotel, and many celebrities from Shanghai are in attendance.

Three members of the Scorpion Group were sitting in the Western restaurant on the second floor.

The group leader, Minglou, the group member, Guo Qiyun, and Chen Qing would definitely be surprised to see her, because she was actually Sun Qian, the Shenbao reporter who had interviewed Chen Qing.

While eating her steak, Sun Qian whispered to Mingtai, "I just went upstairs and saw that the Emperor's special envoy is having dinner with Wang Fuqu and Japan's chief economic advisor, Harada Kumaji. There are seven Japanese soldiers at the entrance of the Peony Hall. Without an invitation, ordinary people can't get in."

She has a press pass, so no one would suspect her if she went in to conduct interviews and take photos.

However, it will be difficult for Mingtai and Guo Qiyun to get in.

Mingtai reached out and tidied her stray hairs: "Want to dance with me, to warm things up?"

The two embraced and entered the dance floor. Mingtai subtly slipped a small Browning into her sleeve, and the handsome man and beautiful woman began to dance gracefully.

After the dance ended, Mingtai whispered in Sun Qian's ear, "Go to the door and distract those Japanese soldiers. We'll take care of the rest."

Guo Qiyun swallowed the last bite of his steak, put his hand under the table, unlocked Browning's watch, and headed straight for the stairs.

Mingtai, with his arm around Sun Qian, walked up the stairs to the third floor. The guard at the entrance stopped them: "Please wait, do you have invitations?"

Sun Qian smiled and showed her press pass: "This is my friend. I'd like to see her."

The guards became alert and stopped the two from entering.

Guo Qiyun had already walked up behind Mingtai, his Browning sword spitting fire.

"Bang bang bang..." All seven shots hit the foreheads of the seven men, without missing a single one.

In an instant, seven people fell to the ground. Mingtai released Sun Qian, drew his two pistols from his waist, kicked open the door of the Peony Hall, and rushed inside.

Guo Qiyun also pulled two guns from the waist of the dead bodyguard and rushed in.

The sudden gunshots and the sound of the door being broken down shattered all the tranquility, and the men and women in the hall were instantly thrown into chaos.

The dancers screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands, knocking tables and chairs over and making a clattering sound as cups and plates shattered.

Mingtai locked onto his target with eyes like a hawk, and fired both guns at the same time, the flames from the muzzles standing out conspicuously in the chaos.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Bullets rained down on the Emperor's envoy. The old man tried to get up to take cover, but was hit by several bullets in quick succession. His chest, abdomen, and head were riddled with bullets, and blood instantly soaked through his magnificent kimono. His body collapsed onto the chair like a rag doll, riddled with bullet holes, a gruesome sight.

Harada Kumaji reacted extremely quickly, shoving the dancer next to him out as a shield while reaching for the pistol at his waist.

But Guo Qiyun had already rushed in after Mingtai. He grabbed two Mauser pistols from the waist of the dead bodyguard, holding one in each hand, and pointed the muzzles at Harada Kumaji without hesitation before pulling the trigger.

Three shots rang out. Harada Kumaji let out a muffled groan, staggered, crashed into the wall, and fell to the ground dead.

In the chaos, Wang Fuqu was so frightened that she scrambled under the table, clutching her head tightly with both hands, her whole body shaking like a leaf.

Mingtai pressed down on Wang Fuqu's nape with his left hand, pinning him to the ground, while the muzzle of his gun was pressed directly against the back of Wang's head with his right hand.

"Wang Fuqu, do you still remember the car accident sixteen years ago? Do you remember the woman who saved Mingjing and Minglou, but died at your hands?"

Wang Fuqu trembled all over, pleading incoherently, "I...I didn't mean it, it was a misunderstanding! Young Master Ming, for Ming Lou's sake, spare my life!"

"Face?" Mingtai sneered. "You killed my father, you killed my birth mother, you swallowed up the Ming family's assets, and you dare to talk about face?"

Gunshots rang out, and Wang Fuqu was shot in the forehead. Blood splattered on the magnificent screen, and she died on the spot.

Sun Qian waited at the door, and Mingtai and Guo Qiyun also quickly went out. The three of them rushed downstairs.

The three rushed to the lobby on the first floor. A dozen Japanese soldiers guarding the door rushed in after hearing the gunfire. The two sides clashed in the lobby and a gunfight broke out suddenly.

Guo Qiyun reacted extremely quickly, immediately turning around and leaning against the wall, firing his two pistols alternately. The sound of the Mauser pistol was muffled and rapid, accurately hitting the Japanese soldiers at the forefront.

With a few loud bangs, three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, blood gushing from their chests. Seeing this, the others quickly found tables and chairs for cover, and bullets rained down on the stairs, sending bricks and stones flying everywhere.

Despite their superior numbers, the three soldiers were unable to get close to the stairs due to their coordinated teamwork and sharp marksmanship.

Screams rang out one after another. In just a few minutes, seven or eight Japanese soldiers had fallen in the hall, their bodies lying haphazardly on the ground.

"Charge out!" Mingtai shouted.

The three rushed out of the Peace Hotel. Suddenly, a Japanese soldier hiding under a table raised his Type 38 rifle, aimed at Sun Qian who was running at the back, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Sun Qian groaned and fell to the ground. Guo Qiyun, who had already opened the driver's side door, turned around and fired a shot. The Japanese soldier was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground.

Mingtai picked up Sun Qian, got into the car, and Guo Qiyun stepped on the gas, the car sped away from the Peace Hotel.

Inside the car, Sun Qian leaned against Mingtai's chest, her face pale, her breathing becoming weaker and weaker, and blood kept gushing from the bloody hole in her back, staining a large area of ​​the seats red.

Mingtai pressed tightly against her wound, his voice filled with anxiety: "What do we do? The bleeding won't stop! Get her to the hospital quickly!"

Guo Qiyun calmly said, "No! This is a gunshot wound. The hospital will call the police as soon as they see it. We are now wanted criminals throughout the city. Going to the hospital would be like walking into a trap! I know a place where that person can definitely save her."

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