Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

The autumn wind in Northeast China was still strong, whipping against Lin Qi's face. Coal ash was swirled up by the wind and stung his face.

Lin Qi didn't care at all, and instead quietly closed his eyes.

In his mind, he was already planning how to use the funds he had amassed on Wall Street to aggressively boost the production capacity of the Ishii Arsenal after returning to Guanzhou, how to build a force capable of overwhelming this era, and how to build a true air force.

"Yang Yuting, you two wait, in less than a year, I will personally deliver a big gift to you."

……

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Dalian Port, on the shore of the Bohai Sea.

Even in late autumn, Dalian Port remains exceptionally busy. Giant ships flying the flags of various countries are moored in the deep-water port, and towering cranes, like the arms of steel giants, lift tons of cargo.

The sea breeze brought a salty, damp smell and the sound of ship horns.

Lin Qi and his bodyguards quietly walked out of the freight yard of the railway station.

After several hours of bumpy travel, Lin Qi's face was covered in black coal dust, and his military uniform was filthy and disheveled, making him look like a down-on-his-luck deserter.

The two found a secluded spot. Lin Qi took off his coat and washed his face thoroughly with water, removing all the grime and revealing his clean, cold face.

"Let's go buy tickets."

Without a moment's delay, Lin Qi led his personal guards straight to the dock's ticket hall.

According to his previous plan, the safest and fastest route was to take a British cruise ship directly to Hong Kong, and then transfer from Hong Kong to Guangzhou.

At this time, no one dared to mess with the British ships.

However, when he stood in front of the ticket window and spoke fluent English, the ticket seller gave him an answer that made him frown.

"I'm sorry, sir, the next Victoria ferry bound for Hong Kong will not depart until three days from now."

three days?

Lin Qi immediately rejected this option in his mind.

Although Dalian was within the Japanese sphere of influence (Kwantung Leased Territory), the Fengtian Army also had a strong penetrating influence there.

The longer the night goes on, the more things could go wrong. If Yang Yuting realizes what's happening, he'll turn Dalian upside down.

Staying here for even a second increases the risk of exposure.

Lin Qi's gaze quickly swept across the flight schedule, and his eyes suddenly fixed on a flight that was about to depart in two hours.

Dalian to Shanghai.

Going to Shanghai?

Lin Qi's mind flashed with images of the bustling Shanghai of the 1930s, the extravagance of the Astor House Hotel, Zhang Jingjiang's shrewd face, and Du Yuesheng's respectful "Mr. Lin."

"Alright."

He nodded to himself.

"Perfect timing! It's time to make use of Shanghai's resources. Since we can't go back to Guangzhou, let's go to Shanghai first and gather resources from there to prepare for expanding production!"

"Give me a first-class ticket to Shanghai. The sooner the better."

Lin Qi took out a few pounds and pushed them over.

Having bought the tickets, it was time to board the gangway.

The loyal guards who had escorted him all the way stood at attention and saluted. He had completed the task assigned by Zhang Hanqing and it was time to return the way he came.

"Mr. Lin, that's my way of seeing you off. Have a safe journey!"

The bodyguard lowered his voice.

Lin Qi stopped in his tracks.

Looking back at the gray sky to the north, Zhang Hanqing, in this thrilling escape, endured pressure from his own father, Old Beard, and took enormous political risks, doing everything in his power to protect himself.

This sentiment is all the more precious in this cold and chaotic world.

Lin Qi has never been one to like owing favors to others.

He took out a pen and a blank piece of cardboard the size of a matchbox from his inner pocket.

Lin Qi pressed the piece of paper against the iron pillar at the dock, his eyes suddenly becoming incredibly deep, as if he had crossed time and space and seen the upheaval two years later that almost drove the Fengtian Army to the brink of destruction and caused the entire city of Fengtian to be drenched in blood.

I didn't write any long essays or any pointless thank-you notes.

He simply wrote five large characters on the piece of paper with vigorous and powerful strokes.

The handwriting was so powerful it seemed to penetrate the paper, as if carrying a bloody prophecy.

Lin Qi folded the piece of paper, put it in an envelope, sealed it, and solemnly handed it to his personal guard.

"You must keep this letter close to your body. Once you return, you must, absolutely must, and only must personally deliver it to Hanqing!"

Lin Qi's tone was more serious than ever before, carrying a heavy sense of pressure, "Tell him this is a gift I'm giving him. It concerns life and death, the very survival of the Fengtian clique!"

Overwhelmed by Lin Qi's imposing presence, the guard hurriedly stuffed the envelope into his undergarment and nodded emphatically, "Rest assured, sir, I will deliver it even at the cost of my life!"

The guard turned and left, disappearing into the bustling crowd at the dock.

Lin Qi watched his retreating figure and silently recited the five words on the note in his mind:

Beware of Guo Songling

"Hanqing, this is all I can do to help you. The rest of the journey is up to you."

Lin Qi turned around and boarded the giant ship bound for Shanghai without any hesitation. Accompanied by the deafening whistle, the ship cut through the waves and left this black land full of danger far behind.

……

Two days later.

Fengtian City, Senate President's Office.

For the first time ever, Yang Yuting placed several exquisite snacks on his desk to accompany his drinks, and even opened a bottle of his treasured French Bordeaux red wine.

These past two days, he's been in an extremely good mood.

Everything was proceeding perfectly according to his script.

Information from stations along the line poured onto his desk like snowflakes.

"Reporting to the Chief of Staff, the special train has passed through Tieling, and the Young Marshal and Young Master Lu are drinking and making merry in the dining car."

"Reporting to Your Excellency, the special train stopped in Siping to refill water. It has been confirmed that the window of compartment number seven was slightly ajar, and the gray Zhongshan suit was right there by the window. Lin Tuozhi did not get off the train!"

"Reporting to the Commander, three snipers have already infiltrated the old forest outside Erdaobaihe Town in Changbai Mountain and secured the best ambush position!"

Looking at these reports, Yang Yuting could almost see Lin Qi's tragic death, with his head blown off by a dumdum bullet.

He even rehearsed in his mind what kind of shocked, angry, and innocent expression he should use to report this "despicable assassination by the direct agents" to the old marshal and the young marshal after receiving the news of his death.

"Lin Tuozhi, Lin Tuozhi, even if you possess extraordinary talent, you are ultimately just a scholar. This world belongs to those of us who hold guns in our hands and knives in our hearts."

Yang Yuting picked up his wine glass, gently swirled the scarlet liquid, a cruel and triumphant smirk playing on his lips, and downed the wine in one gulp.

"Bang!"

Just then, the office door was suddenly kicked open.

They didn't even knock on the door.

The major adjutant looked as if he had seen a ghost; his face was deathly pale, and his whole body was trembling violently as if he had a seizure. He was clutching a newly decoded urgent telegram tightly in his hand.