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

"Oh no, Little Zhuge is going to kill me."

Lin Qi's eight words were spoken lightly and softly, yet they instantly froze the air in the car into solid ice.

Sitting next to him, Zhang Hanqing was enthusiastically introducing the hunting situation in Erdaogou, and was thinking about how to show Lin Qilu his amazing archery skills.

Upon hearing this, his body trembled violently, and his finger almost instinctively went to the trigger of the shotgun. He was frozen in place as if he had been frozen in place.

Four or five seconds passed before Zhang Hanqing seemed to suddenly regain his breath. He turned his head sharply, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at Lin Qi's still calm and composed profile.

Her voice trembled; she thought she had misheard.

"Big brother, what did you say?!"

Lin Qi turned his head. He didn't repeat himself, but just quietly looked at his sworn brother.

Zhang Hanqing swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty. He shook his head desperately, as if trying to shake the absurd idea out of his mind, and stammered incoherently in rebuttal.

"Big brother, are you hallucinating from exhaustion? Yang Yuting wants to kill you? Has he gone mad?! What right does he have to kill you? How dare he kill you?!"

Zhang Hanqing's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke, and his emotions became increasingly agitated, as if only by using such a loud voice could he suppress the fear in his heart.

"Just now! Right outside the second gate of the Marshal's Mansion! You saw it with your own eyes, right in front of me, he humbly apologized to you! He, a dignified Chief of Staff of the Fengtian Army, the Little Zhuge Liang of the Northeast Army, lowered himself so much! How could he possibly turn around and kill you?!"

As she spoke, she grabbed Lin Qi's arm with such force that Lin Qi felt pain.

"Even if we take a step back and consider the worst-case scenario..."

Zhang Hanqing gritted his teeth and brought out his most unbreakable bottom line, which was also his greatest source of confidence as the young marshal of the Fengtian clique.

"This Fengtian City belongs to the Zhang family! Without the old master's approval, even if Yang Yuting had eight hundred lives, he wouldn't dare touch a hair on your head! Brother, you're the special envoy sent by the master, a brother I've sworn brother to! What is Yang Yuting? How dare he kill you behind my father's back? Does he want to die?!"

Faced with Zhang Hanqing's almost roaring barrage of questions, Lin Qi did not get angry, nor did he show the slightest panic.

He simply watched this brother, who, in this chaotic world, still retained some of the chivalrous spirit and childlike innocence, and a deeply hidden, sorrowful smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Hanqing, oh Hanqing, you are still too young, or perhaps you have been too well protected by your bearded father.

Do you think the world of games is still just a matter of "black and white"?

Lin Qi coldly analyzed this cruel situation in his heart.

Without the old marshal's approval, Yang Yuting really wouldn't dare to kill himself.

But what if he acquiesces?

Just now, after watching Yang Yuting's apology performance, which was almost perfect, even to the point of being humble, Lin Qi, through logical modeling and role reversal, noticed something was amiss.

This is very unusual.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

What kind of person is Yang Yuting?

He was a top-notch intelligent person who entered the Japanese Military Academy at the age of seventeen and joined the Fengtian Army Council at the age of twenty-four.

He was arrogant, aloof, and looked down on everyone, not even respecting founding heroes like Zhang Zuoxiang and Tang Yulin who had risked their lives alongside the old marshal.

In his heart, apart from the old marshal, all the heroes in the world were nothing but weeds.

How could someone who values ​​his face, reputation, and the title of "Fengtian Army's Top Strategist" more than his own life possibly bow down and admit his mistakes to a pedantic scholar from the South because of a few so-called admonitions?

impossible.

This is absolutely against Yang Yuting's character.

If Yang Yuting truly accepted the situation and was indeed reprimanded by the veteran coach, he would at most avoid meeting him and would never come forward to apologize in such a "shameful" way.

Yang Yuting did this, acted so hard and so sincerely, even going so far as to portray himself as a loyal minister who was "eager to protect his master" and "only spoke rudely because he was worried that Hanqing would be led astray." There was only one purpose.

Numb yourself, numb yourself.

This excellent performance, combining singing and songwriting, will allow him to completely lower his guard and give him enough time to respond calmly.

Of course, what chilled Lin Qi the most was the role the old marshal played in this deadly trap.

Since Yang Yuting had decided to kill, and even went so far as to feign it before taking action, it means that he had already obtained a "get-out-of-jail-free card" to carry out the plan.

This gold medal could only have been given to me by the old coach.

The old general was a ruthless and cunning man, a true political monster devoid of any moral compass.

For the old general, Lin Tuozhi was too terrifying, so terrifying that if he couldn't be used by the Zhang family, he would have to become a mute corpse.

However, the old marshal could not be killed openly. After all, he was the special envoy of the Southern Headquarters and a favorite of the emperor. If he died in Fengtian, not only would the political drama of the North-South alliance be completely ruined, but the Fengtian clique would also be branded with the infamy of sabotaging the alliance and assassinating an envoy, which would be a huge political loss.

What's more, he was Zhang Hanqing's sworn brother, whom he had kowtowed to.

If the old coach gives the order personally, an irreparable rift will form between father and son.

Therefore, the old general needs a knife, a knife that is sharp enough, intelligent enough, and can be understood without him giving explicit instructions.

Yang Yuting is the most perfect knife.

The old general must have used some extremely subtle and ingenious imperial tactics to convey a signal of "tacit approval" to Yang Yuting.

He didn't need to say "Go and kill Lin Tuozhi." He only needed to adopt a non-stick attitude of "not listening, not looking, and not knowing" when Yang Yuting expressed his fear and murderous intent towards Lin Qi.

To tacitly approve is the greatest form of indulgence.

"If things go well, Lin Qi will die without anyone noticing, and the old marshal can go with the flow and pin the blame on the Zhili clique or some other force. If things fail, or Zhang Hanqing makes a scene, the old marshal can fly into a rage and push Yang Yuting out as a scapegoat, putting on a good show of 'tearfully executing Ma Su'."

Lin Qi thought through the intricacies of the situation with crystal clarity, and couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

None of the powerful figures of the Republic of China who left their mark on history were easy to deal with.

Playing with them, if you're not careful, you won't even know how you died.

So-called morality, righteousness, and even brotherhood are nothing more than bargaining chips that can be weighed on a scale at any time and traded at any time.

However, Lin Qi absolutely could not tell Zhang Hanqing these extremely cold-blooded truths at this moment.

He looked at his brother, whose eyes were red and who was still desperately defending his father and the Fengtian Army, and shook his head slightly.

If we reveal now that the old coach has tacitly approved of Yang Yuting's murder, will my foolish brother believe it?

They might believe it to some extent, but the majority will definitely feel doubt and despair.

He couldn't accept that his father would so coldly scheme against his sworn brother.

Even if Zhang Hanqing believed everything, given his impulsive and easily angered nature, he would definitely order the driver to turn around immediately, rush back to the Marshal's Mansion, confront Yang Yuting face to face, and question his own father!

That would completely fall into the lowest category.

Not only would it completely escalate the conflict and tear off the mask of civility, putting oneself in a desperate situation of being openly attacked, it would also cause one's mission to fail.

A chess player who truly has control over the overall situation would never resort to cursing like a shrew.

"Hanqing, don't be anxious."

Lin Qi patted the young marshal's right hand, his face calm.