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

After Chen Qing finished a full-body massage, which lasted a full half hour, Mrs. Liang had already fallen asleep comfortably.

He took out a blanket and gently covered Mrs. Liang with it, then tiptoed out and sat outside to rest.

The landlady came again. Chen Qing pointed to the inner room and whispered, "Mrs. Liang is asleep. Don't wake her."

The landlady whispered, "How about it? The guest I brought you is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Whose wife is she?" Chen Qing asked curiously.

The landlady said, "Liang Zhongqiu, the captain of the customs inspection team, is the second wife of Liang Zhongqiu. Liang Zhongqiu's brother is Liang Zhongchun, the captain of the No. 76 Action Team. Liang Zhongqiu has married seven wives. Now, I can only visit her room twice a year. She is a poor woman. But the Liang family is very rich. Don't charge me less for the consultation fee. I need to earn back my rent quickly."

"Okay, how much would be appropriate for me?" Chen Qing asked.

"At least ten silver dollars, that's the price of one box of her rouge. I'll introduce a few more concubines to you another day, but you'll have to give me a commission." The landlady looked shrewd.

"No problem. I'll give you a five-dollar commission for every customer you refer. It's a win-win situation for both of us," Chen Qing said with a sly grin.

In other words, the landlady gets a commission on the first customer, but she won't get a share from repeat customers. It's a long-term strategy to attract more customers, so the landlady doesn't lose out.

"It's a deal." The landlady beamed with joy.

...............

Cui Mo returned to No. 76 to report to Wang Manchun, but Wang Manchun was not there. Ming Lou had returned, dressed in her finest attire, and rushed straight to the Ming family to find Ming Lou.

Outside the Ming family's gate, Wang Manchun, dressed in a crimson cheongsam and wearing lambskin stilettos, paced back and forth.

The servants had already gone in to inform her, but she waited outside for more than ten minutes without coming out, which made her anxious.

Only when he saw the servant Ah Xiang slowly pull open the door bolt did he immediately suppress the fierceness in his eyes and force out a humble smile.

The person standing at the door was not her beloved senior brother Ming Lou, but Ming Jing, the eldest sister of the Ming family.

Mingjing, in her thirties, wore a royal blue cheongsam. She exuded a dignified and authoritative aura, radiating the power of a domineering female CEO. Her eyes coldly scrutinized Wang Manchun, a hint of sarcasm playing on her lips.

"Who do we have here? It's Miss Wang Manchun from the Wang family. Are you all dressed up for a night at the Paramount Ballroom?"

Wang Manchun's smile froze. She lowered her head and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Big sister, is Minglou home? I need to talk to him."

"Minglou is kneeling in the ancestral hall; he won't be able to see you today." Mingjing looked down at her, her eyes icy.

"Big sister, my senior brother just got back and is exhausted from his journey. How can you let him kneel in the ancestral hall?" Wang Manchun said with some heartache.

Mingjing said coldly, "It's because you came to see him that I made him kneel as punishment. Miss Wang seems to have forgotten that the Ming family never associates with traitors. I'm making him kneel in the ancestral hall to reflect on why he still has such an ambiguous relationship with the Wang family. No one will let him out today."

Wang Manchun panicked, tears welling up in her eyes: "Elder sister, my senior brother and I grew up together, why are you so heartless?"

"Childhood sweethearts?" Mingjing's voice suddenly became sharp. "Back then, your uncle Wang Fuqu sided with the Japanese. His hands were stained with the blood of my Ming family. My parents' deaths were all thanks to your uncle. So, Miss Wang, you should give up on that idea."

Wang Manchun's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled, and she was about to say something when Mingjing cut her off.

"Don't call him 'Senior Brother' anymore, you don't deserve it. And don't bother coming to the Ming family to see him again, the Ming and Wang families don't intermarry!"

After saying that, he turned around and went back, slamming the door shut and leaving Wang Manchun outside.

Passersby stopped to watch and point.

Wang Manchun was both ashamed and angry, her cheeks flushed red, but she could only grit her teeth and stare intently at the tightly closed vermilion door.

"One day, I will make you kneel down and beg me to come into the Ming family's house in a sedan chair carried by eight men."

Wang Manchun loudly uttered harsh words, trying to save face for herself, before finally turning away in a disheveled state, staggering away in her high heels.

She returned to No. 76, her heart filled with unbearable bitterness, yet she still clung to a sliver of hope for Minglou.

Upon hearing that Wang Manchun had returned, Cui Mo quickly got up and went to her office to report.

But his secretary stopped him at the door: "Director Wang is in a bad mood, don't go and provoke him, come back tomorrow."

Cui Mo gave a grateful smile, thinking that he would report it tomorrow.

Cui Mo escaped unscathed, but someone else was unlucky.

The phone on Wang Manchun's desk rang. A voice came from the other end; it was Nan Tianyangzi, the head of the Special Higher Police Section, calling: "Director Wang, the Special Higher Police's listening section detected mysterious radio waves last night. After cracking them, we found that they were sent to Chongqing. The radio station sending the message is your 76th Telegraph Division's radio station. I have already sent the message to you. There is a mole in the 76th Telegraph Division. I need you to handle this matter immediately."

Wang Manchun immediately stood up and said, "Section Chief Nantian, I'll handle it right away."

She hung up the phone and dialed her subordinate's number: "Send men to surround the telecommunications office immediately and arrest everyone who was on duty last night."

Just as Wang Manchun was fuming with anger and had no way to vent it, these people walked right into her line of fire. She picked up her pistol and led her men straight to the telecommunications department.

A dozen or so armed intelligence officers followed Wang Manchun straight to the communications section.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open, and the cold muzzle of a gun was locked onto the telecommunications personnel inside.

"Don't move! Don't move! Behave yourself!" the agents roared.

"Who was on duty last night? Step forward." Wang Manchun's cold gaze swept over the telecommunications department staff.

The six people stood up one by one.

"Director Wang, what happened?" Qiao Wei, the head of the telecommunications department, stood up and asked.

"Last night, someone secretly sent a telegram to Chongqing using the telecommunications department's equipment. It was detected by the Special Higher Police. The mole is among these six people," Wang Manchun said in a cold voice.

Seeing that something was wrong, an older communications officer suddenly pulled out a pistol hidden under the table: "Brothers, let's fight!"

Before he could finish speaking, several flames lit up at the same time, and he was instantly riddled with bullets, his blood splattering all over the cipher machine behind him.

The other young communications operator trembled with fear and knelt down, begging for mercy: "Director Wang, I really didn't know! Please let me go!"

"Take him away!" Wang Manchun said coldly.

Screams echoed throughout the interrogation room.

Branding iron, tiger bench, chili water... all kinds of tortures were used in turn at No. 76.

The telegraph operators' wills collapsed under extreme pain, and they finally revealed the truth: someone had secretly sent a telegram about the dead man, and that it had nothing to do with them. However, one of them couldn't withstand the torture and confessed that he was a member of the Red Party, and that he didn't know whose people the one who was beaten to death belonged to.

At this moment, the secretary handed her the contents of the telegram sent by the Special Higher Police.

"Red Party agent Wang Shen photographed the top-secret files of the Central China Expeditionary Army's troop deployment map and the Cuckoo Infiltration Plan. Wang Shen is dead. The 76th Division has recovered a fake film. The real intelligence is missing. Please send someone to investigate this matter immediately."

Wang Manchun sat behind the one-way mirror, watching the horrific scene in the interrogation room, a cold smile always on her lips.

"Interesting. Just how many ghosts are in the Telecommunications Department?" She ordered her adjutant, "Take them to the execution ground. I will execute them personally, leaving none alive."

The group was taken to the execution ground, where Wang Manchun took a gun and shot them one by one, finally venting her anger. Afterward, she hurriedly drove to the Special Higher Police to see Nantian Yangzi.

"Section Chief, all six members of the Telecommunications Section have been executed. However, I have released information that one of them has defected and is assisting us in searching for anti-Japanese elements."

Yoko Nanta, dressed in a crisp military uniform, looked at him with approval: "Oh? Manchun, you're very clever."

Wang Manchun continued, "In this way, the intelligence networks of both the Kuomintang and the Communist Party will inevitably fall into chaos. Some will panic and evacuate, while others will lose their composure. We can take this opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Yoko Nanda waved her hand: "But that's not the most important thing right now. Last night we found Viper King Shen and found a film reel in his stomach, but it was blank. He had already transferred the real intelligence."

"But where will this viper transfer the intelligence?"

"We found out that his wife, Bai Jie, is also a member of the Communist Party, codenamed Silver Ring Snake. The intelligence is very likely in his wife's hands. Bai Jie's whereabouts are unknown. The military police have sealed off Shanghai and are conducting a full-scale search. There is still no news."

"Section Chief Nantian, what do you want me to do?"

"Go and investigate Wang Shen's escape route to see if there are any oversights. If you find the film reel, you'll be credited with a great achievement. You should know that the position of deputy director of No. 76 is still vacant, and Liang Zhongchun is also doing his best to capture Bai Jie."

Wang Manchun's eyes lit up: "Yes, I will definitely be able to find the film reel."