Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 157 The person I'm protecting won't die.

As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, the entire hall fell silent.

On stage, a martial arts performer appeared with a spear in hand, a banner fluttering behind him, and he sang "Changbanpo".

Zhao Zilong carried A Dou in his arms, charging in and out of the enemy lines seven times.

Few people in the audience were truly focused on the play.

Zhang Xiaolin sat firmly in the front row.

Yu Yefeng smiled, but his fingertips tapped the armrest lightly from time to time, giving off an air of complete confidence.

Wang Xuesen could see it clearly from behind.

These two weren't really listening to a play.

It was clearly two old wolves measuring each other's teeth across a stage.

Liu Zhongwen said in a low voice, "This play is an interesting choice."

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "Zhao Zilong was loyal to his lord and single-handedly rescued A Dou. Mr. Yu, is this arrangement meant to tell Master Zhang that he also has a Zhao Zilong under his command tonight?"

Liu Zhongwen glanced at him indifferently: "Maybe he wants to tell everyone that Liu Shan is hopeless."

"Director Liu's mouth is sharper than a knife."

"I can't compare to you."

Just as Wang Xuesen was about to reply, Zhang Xiaolin in the front row suddenly spoke up: "A-Feng."

Yu Yefeng turned his head and smiled, "Did Godfather give any instructions?"

Zhang Xiaolin raised his chin, gesturing to the stage.

"Zhao Zilong is indeed a loyal man."

Are you Zhao Zilong?

As soon as he said that, everyone in the nearby rows perked up their ears.

The gongs and drums on the stage were still ringing, but the air below the stage was already thick with tension.

Yu Yefeng's smile remained unchanged: "Godfather thinks too highly of me."

"Zhao Zilong charged in and out seven times, a hero of the world."

"I don't have that ability."

As he spoke, he sighed, "If we're really going to compare, I'm probably the one who was thrown on the ground like Liu Shan (A Dou).

"Not necessarily," Zhang Xiaolin smiled.

"A Dou was my biological son."

"You're my adopted son."

He slowly added another jab: "A Dou was lucky; Liu Bei didn't kill him by throwing him to his death."

"You won't die from the fall either?"

Yu Yefeng looked up at the gunfight on the stage and said softly, "Godfather is joking."

"This is a stage."

"Looking up, you see gold; landing, you see silver."

"Where can someone fall and die?"

"Master Zhang, is this opera enjoyable?" he asked.

"Not bad," Zhang Xiaolin nodded.

Yu Yefeng snorted coldly, then suddenly stood up and waved his hand: "Cut the scene."

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"The Orphan's Lament at Baidi City"

The gongs and drums on stage suddenly stopped.

The martial arts actor had just finished a somersault and hadn't even stood up properly when someone backstage hurriedly removed the flag and changed the cloth.

The guests in the hall were immediately in an uproar.

This is a public slap in the face to Zhang Xiaolin.

The orphan was entrusted to a guardian in Baidi City.

The date of Liu Bei's death.

Wang Xuesen sat in the back row, nodding to himself.

Yu Yefeng was really anxious.

It's good that you're in a hurry.

When people are in a hurry, they tend to flip their cards over.

Liu Zhongwen glanced at Zhang Xiaolin's pale face and said in a low voice, "Yu Yefeng's slap was quite severe."

Wang Xuesen said, "Those with thick skin aren't afraid of being slapped."

"Afraid of knives."

Liu Zhongwen added half a sentence.

They both smiled at the same time.

The stage setting was quickly changed.

The orphan was entrusted to a guardian in Baidi City.

On Liu Bei's sickbed, Zhuge Liang entered the tent. The lamplight was dim, and the singing was long and deep.

This play was inherently depressing.

Zhang Xiaolin's face turned ugly, because he couldn't figure out Yu Yefeng's moves, so he didn't retaliate on the spot.

Yu Yefeng, who was standing to the side, suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Good!"

No one answered.

He called out again.

"good!"

The room remained quiet.

Yu Yefeng's smile slowly froze, and his eyes swept over the guests with a murderous intent.

He clapped for the third time, and the sound was louder than the first two times.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

This time, some people in the room moved.

The business leaders exchanged glances, then immediately looked away.

The prominent figures of Hongji Charity Hall sat there, clearly wanting to move, but daring not to.

Zhang Xiaolin slowly turned his head, his old eyes sweeping across the guests' seats, and sneered, "Ah Feng, this performance doesn't seem very good."

"Nobody thinks it looks good."

Yu Yefeng smiled: "Really?"

"Then I'll invite more people to listen."

3

"Someone come here!"

Swish swish!

Dozens of men in short-sleeved shirts rushed out from both sides, carrying short axes and machetes, and charged in with murderous intent.

The audience immediately erupted into chaos.

Anyone who tried to run was immediately shoved back into a chair by the axemen beside them: "Sit down!"

"Whoever touches it will be chopped off!"

The fierce-looking man leading the group was none other than Fan Huichun.

He raised the short axe in his hand and grinned, "Don't be alarmed, everyone."

"Today's play is specially performed for Master Zhang."

"Everyone, just sit tight."

"When it's time to applaud, just applaud."

Zhang Xiaolin remained seated, his voice tinged with regret: "Rejuvenation."

"You've been with me for so many years."

"Are you trying to rebel against me today?"

Fan Huichun sneered, "Master Zhang, don't put it so harshly."

"You've been making a living in Shanghai for far too long."

"The brothers also want to try something different."

Zhang Xiaolin asked, "Who should we give it to?"

Fan Huichun raised his hand and pointed at Yu Yefeng.

"Of course it's Second Master Yu."

Yu Yefeng, with his hands behind his back, looked at the guests and applauded again, saying, "Good."

The axe blade was right in front of me.

Now no one will pretend to be deaf.

"good!"

Someone was the first to shout it out.

"good!"

"Great show!"

"Second Master Yu's arrangement was excellent!"

The people who had just been intimidated by Zhang Xiaolin's gaze suddenly came back to life, clapping frantically as if afraid of being half a beat too slow and being chopped down by Fan Huichun.

Wang Xuesen also clapped.

Liu Zhongwen also took photos.

They were genuinely enjoying the play.

Fan Huichun's single eye swept across the crowd and quickly landed on Wang Xuesen.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Liu Zhongwen said in a low voice, "Last time the gecko didn't kill you, tonight Lao Yu probably wants to make up for it himself."

Wang Xuesen laughed and said, "Isn't Director Liu still here?"

"You're willing to let me die?"

Liu Zhongwen said expressionlessly, "Just because I'm reluctant to part with it doesn't mean others aren't."

"Then you have to protect me."

Wang Xuesen said confidently, "Everyone in our building says that you are the Phoenix Chick and I am the Crouching Dragon."

"If Zhuge Liang is killed, Pang Tong will also lose face."

Liu Zhongwen almost laughed out of anger.

That kid is shameless.

He's clearly more ruthless than anyone else inside, but he acts all warm and friendly like an old friend.

Liu Zhongwen clapped his hands, but his gaze fell on Zhang Xiaolin's side.

Ah Si was standing close by.

Lin Huaibu was also standing nearby.

But neither of them had a gun.

Wang Xuesen asked casually in a low voice, "Old Liu, do you think Zhang Xiaolin's position is easy to kill?"

Liu Zhongwen's eyes darkened.

Wang Xuesen raised his hand and gestured, extending his palm forward from the side: "Like this."

"The tip of the knife went in from under his ribs, then flicked upwards, heading straight for his heart."

"The old man is too old and has insufficient qi and blood; he'll be paralyzed on the spot."

Liu Zhongwen turned to look at him, his brows furrowing.

Wang Xuesen smiled sincerely: "I don't understand martial arts, I'm just speculating."

"Director Liu is an expert, please don't laugh at me."

Liu Zhongwen felt a chill in his heart.

This kid isn't just making things up.

He was pointing at himself.

Liu Zhongwen is not afraid of killing.

But he couldn't let anyone see him holding the knife. It was true that Wang Xuesen was Li Shiqun's man, but who knew if he would sell him out to the Japanese?

He leaned closer, his voice low enough for Wang Xuesen to hear: "Brother, who told you you have to use a knife to kill someone?"

Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Then I'd like to see for myself."

Liu Zhongwen has always been as steady as a rock and had no intention of making a move at this time.

"Watching a play," he changed the subject.

"Watching a play."

Wang Xuesen nodded in agreement, and two more rounds of applause rang out slowly.

In the front row, Yu Yefeng sat back down: "Master Zhang, it seems everyone likes the play I prepared for you tonight."

Zhang Xiaolin laughed too: "Ah Feng, you've recovered."

"Aren't you getting excited too soon?"

Yu Yefeng's eyes narrowed.

Zhang Xiaolin, leaning on his cane, slowly bent halfway up his body: "Don't forget."

"Shanghai is my territory."

He shouted, "Where is Kaitai?!"

The voice just fell.

The curtain on the other side of the stage was suddenly flung open.

A group of people poured out from the side door, also armed with knives and axes, and their numbers were no less than Fan Huichun's.

The leader was short and stocky, with a face full of menacing features, and a voice like thunder: "Damn it, who dares to touch Master Zhang!"

Fan Kaitai.

Fan Huichun's expression immediately changed.

He never expected his own younger brother to step forward at this moment.

"May good fortune arrive!"

Fan Huichun gritted his teeth and said, "You want to oppose me?"

Fan Kaitai spat out, "Pah!"

"To oppose?"

He took two steps forward, knife in hand, his eyes bloodshot: "You've owned 70% of the good establishments in Nanshi over the years."

"You'll get the lion's share of the dock profits."

"Even with the most trivial matters at home, your wife dares to piss and shit on my wife's head."

"So what if you have a son? Are you taking advantage of me because I didn't give birth to a boy?"

"Do you even consider me your own brother?"

Fan Huichun's face turned pale and then flushed.

Having such family scandals exposed in public is more humiliating than being stabbed.

Fan Kaitai became increasingly aggressive in his insults.

"Your son is a son, but my daughter is a bastard?"

"You're a treasure in my eyes, and I'm just a weed, huh?"

"You've bullied me far worse than anyone else over the years!"

"Anyone who dares to mess with Master Zhang today, I, Fan Kaitai, will be the first to chop him up!"

After he finished speaking, the group of people behind him all raised their knives.

"Protect Lord Zhang!"

The situation was suddenly brought back on track.

Those who were just cheering so enthusiastically have wilted again.

Especially some people from Hongji Charity Hall and the Chamber of Commerce, they felt like they were being roasted on a stove, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Xuesen shook his head and laughed.

These people in Shanghai are better at making money than anyone else, but when it comes down to it, they're not even as good as dogs.

Zhang Xiaolin regained his footing.

He looked at Yu Yefeng and said in a flat tone, "Ah Feng."

"You've got it."

"Your godfather will always be your godfather."

"You're too green to play with me."

Yu Yefeng showed little panic, and smiled faintly, "Master Zhang is indeed Master Zhang."

"I really underestimated you."

Zhang Xiaolin squinted, looking quite smug.

Yu Yefeng slowly stood up, his face calm and composed: "Since Master Zhang doesn't like 'White Emperor City,' let's choose another one."

He looked up at the stage.

"Change the show."

Zhang Xiaolin's heart sank slightly.

Is there still hope?

Wang Xuesen's smile faded slightly.

The fact that Yu Yefeng can still change roles shows that his real trump card hasn't been revealed yet.

What about the fourth brother?

He glanced at the side door of the stage out of the corner of his eye.

The young man with the tattered towel draped over his shoulder is gone.

Wang Xuesen was not flustered.

Yu Yefeng has a killer move in tonight's game.

He also has a way to save Zhang Xiaolin.

The curtain on the stage was drawn back up.

With a soft "ee-yah" sound.

Xin Yanqiu, draped in a wedding gown, stepped onto the stage with light, quick steps. As soon as her clear and beautiful voice rang out, the entire hall fell silent for a brief moment.

Farewell My Concubine!

When this play was shown, many people's expressions changed.

The tyrant's road ends, a beauty bids him farewell.

It goes without saying who this song is for.

Yu Yefeng stood under the lamp, a smile playing on his lips: "Godfather."

"This is the main event I've prepared for you tonight."

"I promise you'll like it."

Zhang Xiaolin's face turned pale, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Yu Yefeng continued, "Haven't you been craving Xin Yanqiu for a long time?"

"Didn't you consider yourself the ruler of Shanghai?"

"Let her see you off; that would be respectable."

Zhang Xiaolin's expression changed drastically.

The axemen on Fan Huichun's side advanced a few steps.

Fan Kaitai's men followed suit and pressed forward.

The two groups were separated by only a few rows of chairs, and the tips of the knives could almost touch.

The guests were caught in the middle, and they even had to be careful when they breathed.

Xin Yanqiu was still singing on stage.

"Look, the King is sleeping soundly in his tent, fully clothed—"

Her singing style is melodious and graceful.

The air below was thick with the chilling aura of blades.

Zhang Xiaolin slowly turned his head.

He originally thought that Fan Kaitai was a good enough card.

At least they can create an opening in the updated stage, hold the line, and preserve their prestige tonight.

But Yu Yefeng clearly has more than one group of people.

If someone dared to sing "Farewell My Concubine," they must have had other means to kill the King.

Zhang Xiaolin's hair stood on end.

He hated this feeling.

It's been many years.

He was always the one feared by others, the one who knelt at his feet begging for life.

Tonight, for the first time, he actually smelled the aura of death in front of his godson.

Ah Si whispered, "Master."

Zhang Xiaolin did not respond.

"What exactly do you want?" He stared coldly at Yu Yefeng.

Yu Yefeng was already standing under the lamp.

With his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, he resembled the new overlord of the Green Gang.

He endured it for too long.

I've endured this long enough; I don't want to pretend anymore.

On stage, the song describes Yu Ji raising her sword.

The gongs and drums suddenly became more urgent.

Yu Yefeng raised his hand, picked up a glass of wine from the small table beside him, and downed it in one gulp with an air of dominance.

next moment.

boom!

He smashed the wine glass violently.

Yu Chu Jiu suddenly stood up and shouted in Annamese, "Guards!"

As soon as the sound faded, chaos erupted both in front of and behind the stage.

The minor character who was just playing a Han soldier on stage suddenly drew a knife from his waist.

Those knives gleamed under the light; they were hardly props from a theatrical troupe.

All of them are genuine.

A group of assassins disguised as Han soldiers swarmed out from behind the curtains on the stage, the side door, and backstage.

These people were short, with dark skin, deep-set eyes, and a fierce look in their eyes, like wild beasts just released from a fighting cage.

In the blink of an eye, the theater was sealed off in front and behind.

Fan Kaitai and the others' expressions changed.

They could have stood up to Fan Huichun.

But when Yu Chu Jiu and his Annamese assassins pressed forward, their numbers, momentum, and ruthlessness all changed.

Just now, it was two groups of Green Gang members fighting amongst themselves.

It has now become a slaughterhouse.

Yu Yefeng laughed.

He slowly walked up to Zhang Xiaolin and sneered, "Master Zhang, you can't order these people around."

"Annam's son only cares about money, not people."

"How do you plan to play?"

Zhang Xiaolin's cheeks tightened.

Ah Si immediately took half a step forward.

Lin Huaibu also moved.

But as soon as the two moved, several knives came crashing down on them at the same time.

Zhang Xiaolin looked at Fan Kaitai, his voice trembling slightly: "Kaitai, let's take a gamble."

Fan Kaitai gripped the knife, his chest heaving.

Yu Yefeng turned to look at him, smiling gently, and said, "Kaitai, considering that you and Huichun are brothers, put down your knife, and I can let bygones be bygones."

He raised his hand and gestured around him.

"Look closely, tonight the tide is in your hands."

"You know my second brother's character and reputation. I keep my word."

That pile of food is still yours.

"Otherwise, today will be the end of us."

Fan Kaitai gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Fan Huichun also hurriedly stepped forward: "Kai Tai!"

"My mother will be turning seventy next month."

"What can't we brothers solve behind closed doors?"

"Does it really have to be all fighting and killing? It's so shameful!"

"Master Yu has given you a chance. If you don't surrender now, when will you?"

"Do you really want your elderly mother to outlive her son, even though she's old?"

Fan Kaitai's eyes were bloodshot, and he was ready to fight to the death, but when he turned his head and looked at the Annamese assassins around him, his hand holding the knife began to loosen.

"Kai Tai!" Fan Huichun shouted.

Fan Kaitai suddenly let out a breath.

Clang!

The machete fell to the ground.

He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he turned and left.

His men looked at each other in bewilderment.

There was a lost knife.

The second one also lost his knife.

Soon, a chorus of clanging sounds filled the air.

The knife and axe fell to the ground, shattering Zhang Xiaolin's last shred of dignity.

Ah Si's eyes widened in horror: "Fan Kaitai!"

Fan Kaitai did not turn around.

Yu Chu Jiu sneered and raised his hand, and his men immediately made way for him.

Fan Kaitai led his men straight out of the hall.

Zhang Xiaolin slumped back into his chair, knowing that all was lost.

Yu Chu Jiu's Annamese thugs pressed inwards.

Fan Huichun's men also pressed forward.

Zhang Xiaolin looked at Yu Yefeng and forced a smile: "Ah Feng, we're brothers."

"We're in-laws."

"Are they really going to go this far?"

Yu Yefeng sneered: "Absolutely?"

He bent down, staring at Zhang Xiaolin's old face: "When you beat and scolded us like dogs, did you ever think that I was your in-law?"

"You keep calling me your godson, making me bow down to you."

"When your son publicly called me a dog at the Lijin Ballroom, did he ever consider that I'm your in-law?"

"I managed your business, shielded you from harm, and took the blame for you. Have you ever truly treated me like a human being?"

Yu Yefeng's voice deepened as he turned to face the guests: "From today onward, the Shanghai Green Gang will have only one leader."

"That's me, Yu Yefeng."

"Ah Feng, you know I've always had high hopes for you." Zhang Xiaolin leaned on his dragon-head cane, trying his best to maintain a semblance of dignity.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have made you the deputy secretary-general of the New Asia Foundation, nor would I have let you manage my businesses on my behalf."

"If you want to take over, you can definitely discuss it with me."

"There was no need to go this far."

Upon hearing this, Ah Si's eyes reddened.

Master Zhang has given in.

To back down in front of so many people.

For a seasoned veteran who has lived his whole life relying on his power and prestige, this is more painful than being slapped in the face.

But Zhang Xiaolin didn't care.

As long as he gets out alive, he still has a chance.

If you bow your head today, you can bury Yu Yefeng's entire family tomorrow.

He's done plenty of groveling things in his life.

The real skill lies in having the last laugh.

Yu Yefeng, however, felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He patted Zhang Xiaolin on the shoulder and burst into laughter: "Everyone, did you see that?"

"Master Zhang has backed down."

""

He raised his voice again.

"Zhang Xiaolin is scared!"

"He's scared!"

Zhang Xiaolin forced a smile.

He knew he was in dire straits, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Xuesen in the back row.

That damn little brat!

Didn't we agree that Li Shiqun would have him send someone to shoot Yu Yefeng?

What about people?

Where's the gun?

Now that he was about to die, Wang Xuesen was still sitting there whispering and watching the show with Liu Zhongwen.

Zhang Xiaolin felt a chill run down his spine.

Damn it.

That scoundrel Li Shiqun, he really did want me to die.

Wang Xuesen, however, didn't even glance at him, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "The tea in this theater is no good."

Liu Zhongwen stared at him: "Where are your men?"

Wang Xuesen put down his teacup: "Wait for an opportunity."

Liu Zhongwen said, "If we wait any longer, Zhang Xiaolin will be gone."

Wang Xuesen lowered his voice: "What's the rush?"

"The director said that Zhang Laoda must die."

"Isn't having Yu Yefeng kill him exactly what we want?"

Liu Zhongwen remained calm, but he was somewhat unsure of what to do.

If Wang Xuesen wants to protect Zhang Xiaolin, this is his last chance.

But the boy sat there steadily, not even moving a finger.

Did I really misjudge the situation?

Wang Xuesen and Wang Tianmu were not close friends, and he had no intention of protecting Zhang Xiaolin.

It's not impossible.

Wang Xuesen is the kind of person who talks about brotherhood and loyalty, but is actually more calculating than anyone else.

Even if Zhang Xiaolin dies, Yu Yefeng may not have the last laugh, and Wang Xuesen will still get his share of the spoils.

Liu Zhongwen was somewhat annoyed.

He hated this feeling of not being able to see through things.

Wang Xuesen smiled to himself.

He did it on purpose.

Zhang Xiaolin naturally needs to be protected, but a seed must be planted in Old Zhang's heart.

Only in this way will Zhang Xiaolin remember this humiliation after he survives, outwardly cooperating with Li Shiqun while secretly being wary and relentlessly pursuing him.

chaos.

The chaos must continue.

If the soup of Shanghai is cleared up, the Military Intelligence Bureau will have nowhere to start.

Seeing that Wang Xuesen had no chance, Zhang Xiaolin finally sighed.

He slowly stood up, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and hunched over, saying, "Ah Feng, you win."

"From today onwards, the Green Gang belongs to you."

Yu Yefeng turned around and shouted loudly to the guests, "Everyone, did you hear that?"

He said the Green Gang was mine now.

Yu Yefeng spread his hands, his face full of victor's air.

"Was tonight's play exciting?"

"color!"

"color!"

"Master Yu, you have some impressive skills!"

The hall erupted in applause.

Those who were previously hesitant have finally seen the wind blowing in their favor.

Zhang Xiaolin chickened out.

Fan Kaitai has retired.

Yu Yefeng's momentum has been established.

Even Japanese businessmen and some military officers joined in the applause, their faces beaming with excitement.

Hearing the cheers, Zhang Xiaolin felt utterly hopeless: "Ah Feng, can I leave now?"

Yu Yefeng's smile turned cold: "Leave?"

"Boss Zhang, you used to treat me like a dog, humiliating me in every way."

"I'll sing Farewell My Concubine for you tonight."

"Don't you think it's a bit too late to leave now?"

"Ah Feng, what exactly do you want to do?" Zhang Xiaolin shouted.

Yu Yefeng glanced down at his crotch, his face full of mockery and malice: "You call me 'Dad,' then crawl between my legs."

"I might consider letting you go."

Everyone was in uproar.

Zhang Xiaolin's face flushed red: "Ah Feng!"

"You've gone too far!"

"Don't you have any sense of honor or code of conduct?"

Yu Yefeng spat out, "Pah!"

"You, a violent and rabid dog, dare to talk about morality?"

He turned around abruptly and pointed at everyone present.

"Who here hasn't been bullied by you?"

"You constantly beat and scold your subordinates, steal other people's business, take other people's wives and daughters, and kill entire families."

"You're talking to me about morality?"

Yu Yefeng's eyes grew increasingly cold: "The victor is king, the loser is an outlaw."

"From now on, in the Green Gang, my words, Yu Yefeng's words, will be the rules."

Zhang Xiaolin was so angry that he kept coughing.

He wanted to have an attack.

But the knife was right beside him.

My life is in someone else's hands.

Yu Yefeng stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He didn't dare let Zhang Xiaolin crawl between his legs.

That's humiliating enough.

That's really going too far and hurting people's feelings, especially since that old dog is his godfather.

"You don't have to kneel."

Yu Yefeng raised his hand.

Yu Chu Jiu brought over a wine glass from the side.

The liquor was clear.

But as soon as you get close, a pungent almond smell wafts out.

Zhang Xiaolin was horrified.

Potassium cyanide.

He knows this flavor all too well.

Yu Yefeng said, "Drink this cup of wine."

"Or they might be chopped into mincemeat by the Annamese on the spot."

"You choose."

Ah Si's eyes immediately reddened: "Master Zhang!"

Just as he was about to charge forward, Fan Huichun's axe was already at his neck: "Don't move."

"If you want to be buried with me, I'll grant your wish."

Ah Si gritted his teeth, but his body was held down tightly by two people.

Lin Huaibu was also being held at knifepoint.

He stared at the glass of poisoned wine, his back drenched in sweat.

If we wait any longer, Zhang Xiaolin will really be gone.

But Wang Xuesen hasn't made a move yet.

He glanced at the row behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Wang Xuesen remained seated, even talking to Liu Zhongwen.

It seems the boss already has a plan.

Zhang Xiaolin looked at the wine glass and trembled all over.

He knew that even if he knelt down and called him "father," he probably wouldn't be able to leave the stage.

Yu Yefeng will not let the tiger return to the mountain.

If Zhang Xiaolin were in charge today, he would do the same to eliminate the problem completely.

There is no room for luck in the martial arts world.

It's only a matter of how fast the knife is.

His hands trembled as he slowly took the wine glass.

The wine glass is very light.

But in his hands, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

His life was incredibly illustrious; he was one of the three tycoons of Shanghai, and even the Japanese had to show him respect.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he was defeated by his adopted son, Yu Yefeng.

If I had known this would happen, I should have gotten rid of Yu Yefeng much earlier when Wang Xuesen made the suggestion.

There's also Li Shiqun.

What a despicable person who goes back on their word!

Zhang Xiaolin raised his eyes and gave Wang Xuesen another resentful look.

Wang Xuesen looked up and smiled at him.

You bastard!

Zhang Xiaolin felt even colder inside.

Liu Zhongwen crossed his arms and shook his head slightly: "This is boring. Are you chickening out, or are you simply too weak to make a move?"

Wang Xuesen said, "What are you thinking? Are you just hoping I'll ruin the director's plans?"

"Old Liu, I know I'm the person you care about most." He glanced at Liu Zhongwen and chuckled lightly. "If it were me, are you sure you wouldn't lend me a hand?"

Liu Zhongwen said expressionlessly, "If you cause any trouble tonight and your life becomes too boring, I'll definitely have to take action."

"But now it seems that your methods and ideas are on the same track as mine."

"It doesn't mean anything."

He paused.

"I can't think of a reason to make a move on someone who's not interesting to me."

Wang Xuesen nodded resentfully: "You're the one who's really boring."

"So you're unhappy that I'm not the villain in Number 76?"

Liu Zhongwen said calmly, "There's nothing I can do."

"That's all I enjoy about playing cat and mouse."

Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes at him: "Yu Yefeng is really slow."

"Hurry up and kill them so I can move on to the next program."

Liu Zhongwen looked at the front row and sighed, "I never thought that Old Dog Zhang would end up like this."

Wang Xuesen didn't reply, but secretly chuckled to himself.

not necessarily.

The person I want to protect will actually survive.

In the front row, Zhang Xiaolin had already raised his wine glass to his lips.

His hands were shaking violently.

Yu Yefeng leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with pleasure. This tiger was finally going to die: "Master Zhang, please."

"Take it easy on your journey to the underworld."

"When you get down there, remember to tell those you killed."

"Shanghai has changed."

Zhang Xiaolin closed his eyes.

Just as the wine glass was about to touch his lips.

clap clap!

A round of applause suddenly came from the second floor.

"Yoshi!"

A voice with a heavy accent came from a private room on the second floor.

Everyone in the room instinctively looked up.

Two Japanese officers wearing yellow woolen overcoats stood by the fence.

The man on the left is thin and has a short mustache; he is none other than Sakurai, the chief of staff of the 13th Army who holds great power.

On the right is Ichiro Okamura, the captain of the military police.

Behind them were theater owners Cheng Ziguang, Qingfu, and Zhang Fayao.

Qingfu winked slightly in the direction of Wang Xuesen.

Wang Xuesen breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it!

These Japanese soldiers were so engrossed in watching the play that if it had been any later, Zhang Xiaolin would have been killed.

All my careful planning has been wasted.

Grass!

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