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

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of Lin Qi's lips.

He knew that Tu Feiyuan was probably trying to figure out why Lin Tuozhi, who should have been hunting with the young marshal in Fengtian, would suddenly appear on this cruise ship bound for Shanghai.

Instead of passively waiting for him to test you, it's better to take the initiative and offer bait.

Lin Qi slowly cut open the bloody beef, stuffed it into his mouth, and even complained to the waiter that the red wine hadn't been decanted long enough.

The more he acts like a grumpy, foolish, and wasteful spendthrift, the less wary Tu Feiyuan will be of him.

After finishing his meal, Lin Qi ostentatiously pulled out a thick wad of pounds, casually tossed one bill to the waiter as an incredibly generous tip.

"Sir, this... is too much."

The waiter's voice was trembling.

"Take it."

Lin Qi, feigning an air of nouveau riche, stood up and suddenly noticed the sea breeze on the deck had picked up. He deliberately asked loudly, "Hey, besides the sea breeze, what else is there to do on this beat-up ship? I'm so bored!"

The waiter quickly bowed and said, "Sir, there's the Far East Club on the third floor. They have the best whiskey, as well as billiards, darts, and... and some other small-scale entertainment."

"Entertainment activities?"

Lin Qi raised an eyebrow and deliberately showed a happy smile: "Lead the way, and if it's fun, there will be a big reward."

After saying that, he swaggered away without even glancing at the table with the fat, round guy.

But he knew that the fat man with the beard would definitely follow.

……

Third floor, Far East Club.

This place is decorated to the standards of a high-end London club.

Dim lighting, a dark green woolen billiard table, animal specimens hanging on the wall, and a wide array of imported liquors behind the bar create an atmosphere where male hormones and money intertwine.

Lin Qi ordered the strongest bourbon on the ice and sat on a high stool next to the bar, pretending to be engrossed in watching the dartboard in the distance.

Less than ten minutes.

The club's doors were pushed open.

Kenji Doiyama led two distinguished young men in.

The young man walked straight to the empty billiard table, gracefully took off his coat to reveal a snow-white silk shirt, and began to play billiards while talking in hushed tones.

Tu Feiyuan, on the other hand, looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, and walked over to sit down next to Lin Qi with a smile.

"The whisky here is excellent, sir. You have a good eye."

Tu Feiyuan spoke in fluent Chinese, his tone conveying a friendly and approachable quality, like that of a neighborly elder.

Lin Qi turned his head, glanced at him sideways, and said arrogantly, "Japanese? Knows the stuff?"

Tu Feiyuan wasn't angry. He bowed slightly and handed over a business card: "My name is Tanaka Kenji. I do business in raw silk and medicinal herbs in Shanghai. I was amazed by your fluent Boston English at the deck restaurant just now. In the Far East, it's rare to see such a learned young man as you."

Lin Qi took the business card, glanced at it, and casually tossed it onto the bar, his tone still arrogant: "Don't give me that crap. A businessman? No businessman has your physique. You must have practiced judo, right?"

Tu Feiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, then he chuckled and said, "Sir, you have a sharp eye. I did train for a few days when I was young, but now I'm just a fat, heavy-bodied guy."

"cut."

Lin Qi turned his head, took a big gulp of wine, and glanced at the two young men playing billiards as if by chance: "Are they your juniors? They have a good temperament. They don't look like businessmen, but rather like they come from one of those grand mansions in Kyoto."

Doi-Yuan's hand, which was about to pick up a wine glass, paused for a mere tenth of a second.

As a top-notch spy, fabricating lies was his instinct, but at this moment, he fell silent.

Lin Qi was deeply shocked.

His previous statement was a test. Given Tu Feiyuan's shrewdness, if these two were just ordinary subordinates or sons of wealthy merchants, he would definitely fabricate a flawless background to support his point.

But he didn't.

In Japan's rigidly hierarchical society, even an elite like Doiyuu Madoka, who climbed up from the bottom, cannot completely erase the subconscious awe he feels when facing certain incredibly noble figures.

He didn't make up lies because he felt that any fabricated lie would be an offense to those two.

"Unless, those two people are of a status far above his fat, ugly self, perhaps even so noble that he wouldn't dare to casually assign them titles."

Lin Qi already had the answer in his heart.

This trip to Shanghai turned out to be more complicated than he had imagined.

"Mr. Tanaka, why aren't you saying anything?"

Lin Qi turned his head, looking at the chubby guy with a half-smile: "Could it be that I hit the nail on the head?"

Tu Feiyuan gave an awkward laugh and quickly changed the subject: "Not at all, these are two advisors I brought with me. Mr. Lin, you are quite young but have an extraordinary presence. Judging from your accent, you are from the North?"

"Don't pry into my background."

Lin Qi rudely interrupted him, feigning annoyance: "That wretched place, Fengtian, is nothing but pickled cabbage and pork belly and some lousy blood sausage. I'm going to Shanghai to find some new fun."

Just then, on the other side of the club, several drunken British businessmen started shouting loudly.

"So boring! Anyone want to play a couple of rounds of Showhand? Starting at ten pounds, get out if you're not brave enough!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qi slammed his hand on the bar, his eyes lighting up.

"Great! Let's play cards! That's what I love!"

He turned his head, looked at the chubby man, and smiled provocatively: "Mr. Tanaka, how about it? You seem to be a wealthy guy, how about we play a couple of rounds? Let's go for the big stuff, do you have the guts?"

Lin Qi deliberately turned his voice up very loud, making it deafening in the quiet club.

He's forcing his way out; he wants to see how far Tu Feiyuan will go in order to get close to him.

However, before Doiyu could speak, the two young men who had been playing billiards suddenly stopped.

One of the slightly taller young men put down his cue, turned around, and walked over.

The young man had a cool, even somewhat effeminate face, and his dark eyes revealed a cold indifference that looked down on all living beings.

He didn't even glance at Tu Feiyuan, and walked straight up to Lin Qi.

The overwhelming sense of oppression is something that an ordinary rich kid could never possess.

He nodded slightly to Lin Qi and spoke in a tone that, while polite, conveyed an absolute sense of control:

"Sir, since we're playing Texas Hold'em, it's more fun with more people."

"Would it be possible to bring the two of us along so we can have some fun together?"

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