Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 165 Hitting someone means slapping their face

Upon hearing that there was progress in Ai Zhen's case, Wu Sibao excitedly asked, "Where is she?"

Wang Xuesen didn't rush to speak; he picked up his teacup, blew on it, and began to savor it.

Wu Sibao was so anxious he scratched his head and cheeks: "Brother, don't keep me in suspense! I haven't been sleeping well these past few days. Every day she doesn't come back, my heart feels like it's being scratched by a cat."

Wang Xuesen glanced at him: "Song Zhiwei is in room 302 of the Astor House Hotel."

"Sister Zhen spends most of her time there dating Song Zhiwei."

Wu Sibao's joy froze, and he frowned, saying, "The Astor House Hotel?"

"That area is Japanese territory; it's not a good place to make a move."

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "You're overthinking it. As long as the money is right, these days, people will dare to trespass on anything, not just Japanese territory, but even the Emperor's palace."

Wu Sibao's eyelids twitched.

Wang Xuesen continued, "Besides, you're going to teach him a lesson, not kill him."

"Given Song Zhiwei's personality, a little intimidation, plus the fact that he stole from Sister Zhen first, will surely deter him from making a fuss."

Wu Sibao's face tightened, and he shook his head, saying, "No, there's still a risk."

"It will be very troublesome if I get involved."

"My brother is easygoing about everything, except he strictly forbids me from getting involved in anything related to the Japanese."

Wang Xuesen sneered inwardly.

When you rob wealthy businessmen, kidnap people, commit murder and arson, you never seem to be afraid of the risks.

Now that Yu Aizhen is involved, they are hesitant and afraid of hurting themselves.

The deeper the green, the more timid one becomes.

Or did you actually enjoy it?

Wang Xuesen cursed the old devil under his breath, put down his teacup, and said, "That's why I suggested you find someone to do this last time."

Wu Sibao slapped his forehead: "Alright, I'll find someone from Sanhetang to do it."

Wang Xuesen turned his head to look at him, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a mule that had been caught in a door.

Wu Sibao felt uncomfortable under his gaze, his pride inexplicably wounded: "Brother, what—what do you mean by this?"

Wang Xuesen sighed: "No wonder Sister Zhen dislikes you."

Wu Sibao's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

"I'm telling you, use your brain for once."

Wang Xuesen bluntly stated, "The people of Sanhetang are all roughnecks; they're good at wielding sticks and hacking people, but they can't do delicate work."

"My eldest brother is currently running for Deputy Minister of Police."

"If you don't do this job carefully, you'll offend Chen Gongbo. Aren't you just making trouble for your elder brother?"

Wu Sibao immediately deflated.

He scratched the back of his head, paced back and forth in the office a couple of times, and said cowardly, "Forget it then, I won't do it."

Damn it!

That bastard retreated quickly.

Wang Xuesen picked up the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said casually, "That's fine too."

"Even if you don't mess with Song Zhiwei, you can still break Sister Zhen's leg."

Wu Sibao suddenly turned his head.

Wang Xuesen, seemingly oblivious to his murderous expression, continued, "Or you could disfigure her face; that would be even more satisfying and a permanent solution."

"After all, no one would be interested in an ugly person."

Wu Sibao's eyes widened: "You!"

"No, do you have other ideas?" Wang Xuesen asked back.

Wu Sibao stammered for a moment and said, "I, what I mean is, they like to go secretly. I can't see or hear them, so I just need to live my own life."

"It's normal for men to have a little poop on their heads sometimes."

Looking at this ancient tortoise, Wang Xuesen almost vomited up his dinner from the night before.

If you really want to get by in life —

His face turned cold: "Fine, you can get lost now."

"Don't come to me complaining about this crap anymore."

"Anyway, it's not like Song Zhiwei bought a house and lived with my wife."

"Sleep with whomever you want."

"Just wait and you'll get kicked."

Wu Sibao's anger surged to his head.

"Fuck your mother—"

He grabbed the ashtray on the table and tried to snatch it.

Wang Xuesen sat in his chair, not even blinking: "Your wife has been slept with by someone else."

Wu Sibao gritted his teeth: "You want to die, don't you—"

Wang Xuesen said expressionlessly, "Your wife has been slept with by someone else."

Wu Sibao's forehead veins throbbed; he wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

Wang Xuesen repeated his previous statement: "Your wife has been slept with by someone else, your wife has bought a house with someone else, and your wife is running away."

Wu Sibao felt as if he had been torn to pieces. He plopped back into his chair and slammed the ashtray heavily on the table: "Damn it."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"We can take down that kid without harming our boss."

Wang Xuesen then lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said slowly, "That's why I say you're stupid."

"Just because I said Sanhetang is unsuitable doesn't mean others are unsuitable."

Wu Sibao looked up: "Who's suitable?"

"Aren't there people on the black market who specialize in this?"

Wang Xuesen leaned back in his chair: "Grave digging, theft, murder, arson—there are professionals for all of these."

"As long as you pay, even poaching a bird is a piece of cake."

Wu Sibao's eyes darted around, and he scoffed, "You talk like you've actually used it?"

Wang Xuesen casually remarked, "Before the Japanese came, I was jealous of someone and secretly used her once through an introduction."

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"I broke one of their legs."

"However, these people charge quite a lot."

Wu Sibao cursed, "My wife is almost gone, what do I care about a few measly coins?"

"Can you still get in touch with them?"

Wang Xuesen frowned, as if genuinely recalling something: "I don't know."

"I later went to the mountain city with the old man. It's been two or three years since then, so it's hard to say."

Wu Sibao said urgently, "Never mind that for now, give me the number."

Wang Xuesen looked at him.

Wu Sibao felt uneasy under their gaze: "What is it now?"

Wang Xuesen chuckled and tapped his finger on the table: "Let's make this clear first, whether you succeed or fail, don't drag me into your mess."

Wu Sibao immediately said, "Don't worry, it definitely won't involve you."

"I'm your brother, would I harm you?"

Wang Xuesen thought to himself, "You idiot never put any effort into harming people, yet you can sell out my ancestral graves no matter which way they face."

He looked somewhat troubled as he opened a drawer and took out paper and pen.

The pen tip hesitated, unable to make a stroke.

Wu Sibao slapped his thigh anxiously, "Brother, what time is it? What are you dawdling for?"

Wang Xuesen then wrote down a number, tore it off, and pushed it over: "It seems to be this one, but it's been too long, I'm not sure."

"You contact them yourself."

"Remember, don't use the phone in the building."

Wu Sibao snatched the note, carefully folded it, and stuffed it into his inner pocket: "I still have my brains."

Wang Xuesen remained silent.

It's a lie to say you have a brain but lack perseverance; anyway, Yu Aizhen will weld the green hat onto your forehead.

Even if Song Zhiwei is gone, there's still Lao Wang, right?

Hey!

Wu Sibao put away the note, stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go outside now to call someone."

"With martial law in place now, it's not easy to go out, is it?" Wang Xuesen asked.

Wu Sibao spat on the ground: "Damn it, those bastards from the intelligence department think they can stop me? They really dare to mess with that guy surnamed Hu, huh?"

"Let's see who dares to stop me, I'll slap them across the face."

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Wang Xuesen shook his head and smiled: "That's right, who dares to stop you, Captain Wu?"

"I'll go and find out what's going on with Lao Hu."

Wu Sibao patted his chest: "Brother, if you get your Sister Zhen back, I'll remember your favor."

Wang Xuesen looked at him and said seriously, "Can it not be salted duck eggs and apples?"

Wu Sibao gave an awkward laugh: "How could I be? Am I that stingy? If you don't like it, I'll get you something else next time."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

The office door closed again.

Wang Xuesen waited for about ten seconds, then walked to the door, opened it, and looked outside to make sure that Wu Sibao, that scoundrel, was gone.

He quickly returned to his desk, picked up the phone, and prepared to dial.

The receiver was pressed to my ear, but there was only deathly silence.

There was no dial tone.

Wang Xuesen frowned and pressed the fork spring twice more.

Still no response.

He put down the phone, walked to the window, and looked out.

There were twice as many security checkpoints at the entrance of No. 76 compound as usual, and two intelligence officers were smoking downstairs, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

Needless to say, Hu Junhe sealed off the building and imposed martial law to prevent leaks.

This guy's got some nerve.

When Li Shiqun was in power, communication was only cut off once during the arrest of Zheng Pingping, but at least the movement of people in the building was not restricted.

Hu Junhe's generosity is quite something; I wonder what Old Li, the fake "Brother Gongming," will think when he hears about it.

Power is a wonderful medicine.

Old Hu has only been in charge for a few days, but he's already figured it out.

Wang Xuesen straightened his collar and went out the door.

He strolled all the way to the intelligence office.

Two guards at the entrance raised their hands to stop him.

Wang Xuesen asked with a smile, "What, are you stopping me too?"

One of them quickly smiled apologetically: "Director Wang is joking. Director Hu said that no one can see him without his orders."

"Then please inform them," Wang Xuesen said.

The guard went in and quickly came out, opening the door: "Director Hu invites you in."

Wang Xuesen walked in, and Hu Junhe was sitting there working. His hair was combed slicked back, his mustache was neatly trimmed, and he was wearing glasses on his nose.

Wow, after serving as acting director for a few days, he's not only addicted to meetings, but he's also developed nearsightedness?

"Director Hu?" Wang Xuesen called out with a smile.

Hu Junhe didn't even look up.

"Brother Hu, is this Acting Director Hu?" Wang Xuesen's smile widened.

Hu Junhe still didn't look up, as if he were deaf.

Wang Xuesen cursed inwardly.

That bastard, he even put on an act.

He coughed and raised his voice: "Director Hu!"

Hu Junhe then looked up and noticed Wang Xuesen: "Oh, it's Brother Xuesen."

"What's up?"

Wang Xuesen walked over with a smile: "Director, you see, I can't come to see you unless I have something to do, and maybe ask for a cup of tea while I'm at it."

"Yes, absolutely!"

"I've been so busy lately, it's been ages since we sat down for a chat. Let's have some tea," Hu Junhe said, rising to greet him.

"I hope the director doesn't mind the inconvenience," Wang Xuesen complimented.

"Hey, Acting Director, Acting!"

Hu Junhe corrected him verbally, but his smile was incredibly warm.

Wang Xuesen sat down and casually remarked, "If you keep doing it, won't it eventually become correct?"

"Today I overheard people downstairs talking about how much neater our building has become since you took charge."

"Now everyone knows that you, Lao Hu, are the number two person in this building."

Hu Junhe crossed his legs, picked up his teacup, and slowly asked, "Really?"

Wang Xuesen replied earnestly, "Yes, there really is."

"How could I dare to hide it from you, my friend?"

"Besides, Lao Hu, with your current style and aura, you're practically the only one in the building besides the director."

Hu Junhe shook his shiny leather shoes, smiled, and pointed at Wang Xuesen: "Your little brother is flattering me."

Wang Xuesen shook his head: "Truly deserving of the name!"

"I'd love for you to drop the word '代' (dai)."

"Brother, now that you're up there, can you spare me a bite?"

"Of course." Hu Junhe smiled, then leaned closer and lowered his voice, "To be honest, I've also heard some rumors."

"Mr. Wang values ​​Director Li highly and may transfer him to Nanjing or Suzhou for an important position."

"At that time—"

He waved his hand, deliberately winking to stop, "I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore."

Wang Xuesen immediately nodded in understanding: "I understand, I understand."

"I hope you'll take good care of me in the future."

Hu Junhe enjoyed this respect.

This is exactly what he wants right now.

With Li Shiqun absent and Ding Mocun practically relinquishing control, all official documents, personnel matters, and operations of No. 76 passed through his desk.

This is a feeling I never dared to imagine before.

Hu Junhe looked at Wang Xuesen, then suddenly changed the subject: "Brother, now that Yu Yefeng is dead, shouldn't your American goods be less strained?"

Wang Xuesen sneered inwardly.

really.

He can't stop talking about making money.

He looked troubled: "To be honest, brother, I did have some stock, but my sister-in-law ordered it all."

Hu Junhe's face immediately fell.

Wang Xuesen quickly explained, "As you know, Yu Yefeng is gone, and Zhang Xiaolin is helping his son take over, so the channels are still tightly blocked."

"If you want to do black market business in Shanghai now, you can't avoid the Green Gang."

Hu Junhe snorted, "Your brother isn't being fair."

"I don't care about what others are going through, but even if things are tough for you on my end, you should at least offer some support."

"Back when you were imprisoned in the police station, I, your brother, put in a lot of good words for you with the chief."

Wang Xuesen cursed inwardly.

That's absolutely shameless!

If it weren't for the need to divide and conquer No. 76, I would have killed you sooner or later.

Wang Xuesen gritted his teeth, as if cutting off a piece of his own flesh: "How about this?"

"I'll try to get some information out of my sister-in-law."

"The stock won't be large, but the profit margin is pretty good."

"Perfume, handbags, and three hundred pairs of stockings."

That's all, not a single bit more.

Hu Junhe's gloomy expression immediately dissipated, and he smiled warmly, "That's right."

He took a cigarette from the pack and handed it to Wang Xuesen: "We're all brothers, you have to take our side."

Wang Xuesen took the cigarette: "Of course."

Hu Junhe lit a fire for him, then suddenly asked, "By the way, what brings you here?"

"It's not a big deal."

Wang Xuesen pulled a folded note from his pocket and pushed it in front of Hu Junhe: "Ma Qiang from the interrogation room, that's Ma Gan'er. His mother is turning sixty, and he wants to get two months' salary in advance to celebrate."

"Could you please approve this, bro?"

Hu Junhe took the note, glanced at it, picked up his pen, and quickly signed his name: "Sure."

He pushed the note forward: "Go to the accounting office and find Old Ye. Tell him it's my idea to have him go to the bookkeeping office to withdraw the money."

"Is there anything else?"

Wang Xuesen put away the note: "There's one more small matter."

Hu Junhe picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Speak."

"I can't get through to the phone in my room."

Wang Xuesen said casually, "I just asked the technicians, and they said they're checking. I was wondering if the line was broken, so I came over to ask if they had any arrangements."

Hu Junhe smiled.

He leaned back in his chair and waved his hand, saying, "I made it break."

Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise: "A mission?"

"You'll see when the time comes." Hu Junhe chuckled, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense: "Brother, I'm going to show you my skills this time."

Wang Xuesen sneered inwardly.

Big hands?

It's more like a big lump.

His face immediately showed admiration: "Great!"

"It's almost February, and I heard that Zhou Fohai and his team came to Shanghai to discuss the issuance of the new currency. The formation of the new government is probably a done deal."

"With this skill, my brother, you're guaranteed the deputy director position, no matter what."

These words struck a nerve with Hu Junhe.

He struggled to maintain a reserved demeanor, waving his hands repeatedly and laughing, "It's too early to say, too early to say."

As he spoke, a hint of wariness appeared in his eyes: "Is there something you need on the phone?"

"Where should we fire?"

Wang Xuesen flicked his cigarette ash: "Give this to Wanjia."

Hu Junhe stared at him, a suspicion rising in his heart.

The phone lines in the building are now down, and access control has been set up. Sanhu and his men have already spread out, just waiting for the bookstore to close the net.

At times like these, it's crucial to avoid any mishaps.

Wang Xuesen is as slippery as an eel. He calls everyone "brother" in ordinary times, but when it comes to a real matter, no one dares to say which side he's on.

But if I don't let him hit me, it would make me seem guilty.

There are some things I'm hesitant to bring up later.

Let him hit him!

How could they possibly cause trouble right under my nose?

I could hear everything he said clearly.

Thinking of this, Hu Junhe smiled again: "Give it to your sister-in-law, hit her, hit her as much as you want."

He pointed to the phone on the table, quite proudly: "My phone is the only one that's working in the whole building."

"Thank you, brother." Wang Xuesen got up, walked to the telephone, picked up the receiver, and dialed steadily.

The more dangerous the situation, the less you should rush.

Haste makes things obvious.

The call connected quickly.

It rang six times.

Wang Xuesen hung up the phone, shrugged, and said, "Nobody answered. They're probably playing cards."

Hu Junhe's eyes darted around, and he laughed, "Brother, it's alright, try calling again. Maybe your wife didn't hear you."

"it is good."

Wang Xuesen dialed it again.

The bell rang again.

After six rings, the call was connected.

Wang Xuesen said casually, "Wan'er, it's me."

"I'm going to drink with Captain Wu at the Grand World tonight, so you don't need to cook dinner for me."

"Don't worry, I won't drink much."

"it is good."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

Hu Junhe, standing to the side, chuckled and joked, "Wu Sibao, that miserly fellow, would actually buy you drinks?"

"I've known him for so long, and apart from Director Li and his wife, I've never seen anyone get anything out of him."

Wang Xuesen shrugged and said, "You're right, he's treating, and I'm paying."

He lowered his voice and chuckled wickedly, "My wife's cheating on me with someone else, so she's come to me to drown her sorrows in alcohol."

Hu Junhe snorted coldly.

Yu Aizhen's little scandal might be able to be kept from ordinary people, but keeping it from him would be a joke.

"Then bring more money. That guy has a good capacity for alcohol, and he always drinks imported liquor." He looked at Wang Xuesen with sympathy.

"Let's go!"

"I'll let you know when the goods arrive." Wang Xuesen shrugged noncommittally, got up and walked out.

Just as he reached the door, Hu Junhe called out again, "Brother."

Wang Xuesen turned around: "Anything else you need, brother?"

Hu Junhe said with a smile, "Things haven't been peaceful in the building lately, so try not to move around too much."

"clear."

Wang Xuesen nodded: "I'm timid and I'm most afraid of getting into trouble."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.

The moment the office door closed, the smile on Hu Junhe's face vanished instantly.

He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.

"it's me."

"Check the number that just went out of my office."

"Yes, now."

After hanging up the phone, Hu Junhe sat back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

He doesn't trust anyone.

I especially don't trust someone as shrewd and worldly as Wang Xuesen.

He planned this operation for an entire night.

The external investigation team sealed off the bookstore, the interrogation room statements have been verified, and the people staking out the perimeter have been deployed.

As long as the big fish in the Military Intelligence Bureau's district dares to show their faces, capturing them would be a tremendous achievement.

Li Shiqun is in Qingdao.

Dingmo Village is partially abandoned.

Once this big fish takes the bait, who in or around No. 76 will dare to disobey Hu Junhe?

Mr. Wang and Zhou Fohai will definitely hear his name.

At this time, anyone who dares to interfere or cause trouble is blocking his way.

court death!

A moment later, the phone rang.

Hu Junhe grabbed the receiver: "It's me, speak."

The other end gave a brief report.

Hu Junhe's brows slowly relaxed: "Okay, I understand."

The phone hangs up.

The number is indeed Wang Xuesen's home number.

No one answered the first time.

I answered it the second time.

From a timing perspective, it also matches up.

Hu Junhe let out a sigh of relief.

It seems I was overthinking things.

Wang Xuesen wasn't arrogant enough to dare to play tricks right under my nose.

The arrest operation is proceeding smoothly so far.

Wang Xuesen returned to his office, closed the door, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This phone call was a bit risky.

But we have to fight.

With the Chairman and Dai Li secretly and actively opposing him, he cannot place all his hopes on Yang Siyuan.

Yang Siyuan is a member of Yuanlou's faction, a fact that many people are well aware of.

Knowing is one thing, knowing is another.

Yang Siyuan might not be willing to take the risk, nor does he necessarily have access to the Military Intelligence Bureau's communication channels.

Moreover, if he were Yang Siyuan, he would never have reached out.

Wu Sibao, that loud and boisterous fool, forcibly sending electricity to Li Shiqun at this moment seems like a rather clumsy trap.

From beginning to end, all Wang Xuesen wanted was for Wu Sibao to send a telegram to Li Shiqun.

This action is conspicuous enough to draw attention to oneself.

The real message had already been sent out through those six rings.

He and Su Wanjia had made an agreement long ago.

The third call was to ask her to call back.

Seven rings is a normal phone call that can be answered.

The fourth tone indicates that things need to be done, but there's no rush.

The five-tone symbol represents an urgent matter indicated by the red ticket.

The six-tone sound indicates urgent matters related to the Military Intelligence Bureau.

I didn't answer the first time.

The second time.

This means she has understood.

Wanjia would contact Lao Du via public telephone; the specific content was not important.

In urgent matters concerning the Military Intelligence Bureau, the first thing to do is never to find out what happened, but to get people to evacuate first.

Only living people can investigate the cause.

The dead can only be placed on an offering table.

Since he had nothing better to do, Wang Xuesen took out a chess set from the drawer, placed it on the coffee table, and started playing chess with both hands.

When the game had progressed to around ten hands, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

Wang Xuesen paused for a moment while holding the chess piece.

He walked to the window and looked down.

A large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the courtyard.

Wu Sibao's confidant, Jiang Jun, was leading several guards from the corps to squeeze out.

The intelligence unit's reconnaissance team blocked the doorway, their hands on their holsters, their faces grim.

The two groups stood facing off, neither willing to give way.

This excitement came quickly.

Wang Xuesen opened the office door and just then saw a staff member jogging past.

He raised his hand and called out, "Hey, what happened?"

The clerk stopped in his tracks, panting, and said, "Director Wang, Captain Wu is going on a field mission, but the reconnaissance team is preventing him from going and they've gotten into a fight with the guards."

"Everyone's gone to see what's going on."

Wang Xuesen laughed and said, "Stand back where you're going to watch the fun, or you might get hit."

Upon hearing this, the clerk quickly nodded, "Thank you for the reminder, Director Wang."

After saying that, he ran off.

It would be a shame to waste this pot of tea if I didn't witness this dog-eat-dog scene firsthand.

Wang Xuesen straightened his cuffs and slowly walked upstairs.

Before they even reached the courtyard, Wu Sibao's roar had already begun.

"Zhou Xian, are you fucking tired of living?"

"You dare stop me from going out on business?"

Zhou Xian, the leader of the external reconnaissance team, stood at the door with a livid face: "Captain Wu, the acting director has ordered that no one in the building is allowed to leave without permission today."

"He must give orders before you can go out."

Wu Sibao's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to slap her.

Snapped!

Zhou Xian's head was knocked to the side, and he lost face completely.

"What acting director?"

"There is only one director at No. 76, and that is Director Li."

Wu Sibao, with his hand half-hidden in his nose, began to curse: "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? What kind of person are you?"

"When Lao Wu and Director Li became sworn brothers, you were still planting rice seedlings in Nongya Village, Jiangxi!"

"Now that you've followed Lao Hu for a couple of days, you dare to ride on his coattails?"

"Are you worthy?"

Everyone in the building knows that Zhou Xian is Hu Junhe's nephew, and he just came from Nanchang to join him at the end of last year.

Don't hit someone in the face.

Wu Sibao is openly making a vow to Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian's eyes hardened, and he covered his face, saying, "Captain Wu, this is an order."

"If you want to leave, you can, but you'll need Director Hu to sign the warrant."

Wu Sibao was so angry he laughed.

He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Jun behind him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Old Wu has to ask Old Hu for a warrant to go out."

Chiang Kai-shek's army immediately cursed, "You son of a bitch, you're making a big deal out of nothing!"

"The Security Brigade is responsible for the security inside and outside No. 76. Who told you to stop our captain?"

Someone from the external investigation team chimed in, "This order was personally given by Director Hu today. Anyone who breaks in will be arrested!"

"Take responsibility for your mother!"

Jiang Jun kicked him as soon as he arrived.

The man was kicked and stumbled back two steps, crashing into a doorpost with a thud.

Both sides pressed forward instantly.

The holster was pulled open.

It looked like things were about to get bloody and escalate.

Wang Xuesen stood not far away, his hands tucked into his sleeves, without uttering a sound.

beat.

It would be best if they fought.

It would be better to kill two of them.

The guard unit had a hundred men, guns in their hands, and they were quite imposing.

Li Shiqun usually had to coax Wu Sibao to use his services, and Hu Junhe had only been in charge for a few days, but he really thought he was the head of No. 76.

Moreover, Wu Sibao's mind is now filled with thoughts of Yu Aizhen.

His wife is about to buy a house and start living together, so he's in a hurry to go out and find someone to "work with."

At this moment, whoever stops him will become his father's killer.

"Get out of the way!"

Wu Sibao shoved Zhou Xian aside and strode out.

Zhou Xian staggered two steps, then gritted his teeth and chased after him: "Captain Wu, you can't leave!"

Wu Sibao drew his gun and pressed it against Zhou Xian's forehead: "Say that again?"

Zhou Xian's face turned deathly pale, and he trembled with instinctive fear.

But he still did not back down at all.

He knew very well that he was his uncle's weapon, representing his uncle's face.

If you back down, you'll just make a fool of yourself.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Hu Junhe finally arrived with his men: "Sibao, what are you doing?"

Wu Sibao confiscated the gun and glared at him, saying, "Old Hu, you've come at the perfect time."

"This dog under your command is blocking my way, saying I need your permission to go out."

"What's wrong?"

"Director Li hasn't even sealed the door, and you're already in such a hurry to change everything?"

Hu Junhe felt a chill run down his spine.

That's a harsh statement.

In front of so many people, who would dare to admit it?

He gritted his teeth secretly and forced a smile: "Sibao, you've misunderstood."

"Today is a special operation; I'm not targeting you."

"Everyone in the building is the same."

Wu Sibao sneered: "Stop talking nonsense with Lao Kai."

"So, even if my guard unit goes out to check perimeter security, it falls under your intelligence department's jurisdiction?"

Hu Junhe said, "If you want to check the perimeter security, just tell me, and I'll send people to assist you."

"Go along with your mother."

Wu Sibao's insults were scathing and relentless: "Old Kai, when did it become your place to send people to watch over you?"

Hu Junhe's face darkened, and his eyes turned fierce.

Wang Xuesen read it with great interest.

That's more like it.

In places like No. 76, there's no shortage of dogs.

When there are many dogs, they will inevitably bite each other when fighting over bones.

Old Li is really something else.

One of the deputy directors has hooked these two, and now they're both bloodthirsty.

Hu Junhe took a deep breath, suppressing his anger: "Sibao, Director Li is not here, so I have been ordered to take charge of the building's official business."

"Today's operation is very important. If anything goes wrong, neither of us can bear the responsibility."

Wu Sibao sheathed his gun but didn't put it back in its holster. He held it in his hand and patted Zhou Xian's face: "Prick up your dog ears, did you hear me?"

"Take custody".

"Not even the boss!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "代" (dai).

Zhou Xian's face was tense, his hand on his gun holster, ready to fight Wu Sibao to the death.

Wang Xuesen originally wanted to watch the show.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Liu Zhongwen standing silently in the crowd.

The gloomy look in his eyes immediately made him realize that he could no longer go to see the living.

Old Dog always suspected that he had come to dig up the foundation of No. 76.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuesen stepped forward and shouted, "Sibao, we're all family, there's no need to make things so tense."

"Director Hu's appointment to act on official business was personally instructed by the director."

"Since it's important official business, if you need to go out, you can just give Lao Hu a statement."

"There's no need to alarm Shibuya first."

He deliberately moved out of Shibuya to let the two of them calm down.

Wu Sibao didn't dare to really kill Zhou Xian, and he also knew that Hu Junhe was no pushover, so he figured that was enough.

He glared at Zhou Xian, then continued, "Fine, I'll make an exception for you and Lao Hu, and won't bother with this country bumpkin."

"Director Hu, I would like to request permission to leave the area. Please grant me permission."

"Approved," Hu Junhe said calmly with a smile.

He couldn't confront Wu Sibao with a gun in the courtyard.

The guards were mostly from the Green Gang and were numerous.

If things really escalate, he'll be the one who ends up looking bad.

"Let's go." Wu Sibao patted Wang Xuesen on the shoulder as he opened the noodle shop: "Brother, don't forget to drink at the Grand World tonight!"

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Wang Xuesen waved his hand: "Don't worry, I brought the money."

Wu Sibao was satisfied, so he stepped on the gas and drove off.

The smell of gunpowder still lingered in the courtyard.

Wang Xuesen waved his hand and said, "Everyone, get to your positions, and get this over with quickly."

Liu Zhongwen nodded and smiled at him, then turned and left.

Wang Xuesen was getting really annoyed by this guy.

Is this a way of praising oneself for doing a great job?

Or did he realize he was just being a "pushover"?

Old Liu smiled, "You never know what will happen."

Zhou Xian stood there, his face extremely pale.

Hu Junhe glanced at him and said coldly, "Disgraceful."

Zhou Xian lowered his head: "Uncle, I—"

"Shut up."

"How many times have I warned you? There's no family ties in this building. Call me Director Dai!" Hu Junhe snapped.

"Yes."

"Acting Director!" Zhou Xian nodded in acceptance.

Wang Xuesen was not in a hurry to leave.

As he passed by Zhou Xian, he paused and handed him a handkerchief: "Team Leader Zhou, your mouth is bleeding."

Zhou Xian took it, his eyes filled with shame and indignation as he wiped his mouth: "Thank you, Director Wang."

"Did I—did I embarrass my uncle?" he asked as he walked.

No doubt whatsoever.

The kind-hearted person in front of me, Director Wang, who is about the same age as me, is a very suitable person to confide in.

Wang Xuesen patted him on the shoulder: "Don't take it to heart."

"Everyone in the building knows Captain Wu's temper."

"You're just following orders today, no one will blame you."

Zhou Xian's lips moved, his voice hoarse: "But my uncle—"

Wang Xuesen lowered his voice: "Old Hu is too busy praising you to even think about it."

"This is Wu Sibao."

"He did nothing wrong, at least he wasn't scared and embarrassed!"

Zhou Xian's eyes flickered, and he said gratefully in a low voice, "Thank you, Director Wang."

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "They're all family."

come back to the office.

Wang Xuesen was in a great mood.

Hu Junhe is shrewd and has a good reputation.

Wu Sibao beat up his nephew today; the feud between the two is now irreconcilable.

More importantly, this argument has made everyone aware that Lao Hu is acting in a corrupt manner.

Then there are many more sources of leaks.

That way, your own risk will be smaller.

If Yang Siyuan had been a little more perceptive, he would have revealed the secret of Wu Sibao's illegitimate son sending a telegram to Li Shiqun.

Si Bao, that idiot, arrogantly took on all the blame.

Moreover, after this commotion, Hu Junhe will probably be unable to leave Feng Busheng.

The saying goes, "Military orders are as firm as mountains."

Once the breach is made, the mountain will collapse.

Wu Sibao submitted a report and went out; others would also submit reports.

Should Hu Junhe's application be approved or not?

Not approving it would offend people.

If it's approved, then the blockade becomes meaningless.

The best solution is to lift the ban.

In this way, I can go home and wait quietly for Song Zhiwei to be exposed and get the good news from "Wang Ri's Secret Talk".