Chapter 4: Induction

The female corpse is very beautiful. Very young.

Despite being dead, her wonderful body has remained almost exactly the same.

It's just that her skin has started to turn pale...

'Ugh...'

Suddenly, he feels like vomiting. But he doesn't.

He hastily covers his chest. Then he endures with great difficulty.

Fortunately, he manages to hold back.

In fact, people have always had a very high tolerance.

After a brief moment of visual impact, the gorgeous female corpse was just an inflatable doll in his eyes...

'Ugh...'

He wanted to vomit again. He tried his best to hold it in.

Li Boqi waved his hand. The two female agents pulled the white cloth up. Covering the female corpse. Zhang Yongcai gradually returned to normal.

'This is a murder case...' Li Boqi said slowly.

'Do we even care about murders?' Zhang Yongcai wondered reflexively.

The Li Xing Society...

The Military Union...

Nothing to do?

'You don't know this woman. Her name was Du Xiaodie. She was one of the top singers at Merry-Go-Round,' Li Boqi said nonchalantly. 'Usually, the people she socialised with were either rich or powerful. Now that she's dead, it's bound to cause a lot of trouble. The key point is that someone is missing a safe deposit box key. It's suspected that she stole it. But now she's dead and the safe deposit box key is missing.'

'Murder?' Zhang Yong guessed cautiously.

He thought to himself, this is not under the control of the Lixing Club! Could it be that Boss Dai hired someone to do the dirty work for him?

After two days and two nights of being tortured in the dark room, Zhang Yong gradually remembered something. Some information. It was all related to the early Military Union.

For example, Boss Dai is not very pleased at the moment.

The Lixing Club is also far from being able to cover up everything. There are still a lot of people who are taboo.

The party elders, the military bigwigs, and the business magnates all ignored Boss Dai and the Li Xing Club. The headmaster also paid no particular attention to this sixth-year student.

It wasn't until the 12th of December next year that Boss Dai showed his great concern for the headmaster's well-being...

That's a long story. Anyway, the Li Xing Club is full of problems these days.

The only advantage is that it has money.

Boss Dai is very good at making money.

'I'll take over this case,' Li Boqi continued.

'I only know how to tell the Japanese apart,' Zhang Yong emphasised.

'That's enough,' Li Boqi waved his hand. He led him to the side of another corpse.

Two secret agents lifted the white cloth.

Zhang Yong recognised it. It was the rickshaw puller who had been killed that day.

'What was his alias?'

'Huang Zhiyang.'

'Remembered?'

'Yes. I looked at it at the time.'

'Good. We must continue to focus on this Huang Zhiyang.'

Li Boqi said, beckoning for him to follow.

Zhang Yong was completely at a loss as to what Li Boqi was thinking. He had no choice but to obediently follow.

Suddenly...

He wanted to go to the toilet.

He hadn't been to the toilet for three days.

'Report...'

'What?'

'I need to go to the toilet.'

'Go!'

Li Boqi nodded.

Zhang Yong turned around and left. Suddenly he turned back.

Where was the toilet?

'Follow me!' said Li Boqi.

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong hurriedly followed him. He held it in as best he could, for fear of exploding on the spot.

Fortunately, he didn't.

The heavens had spared him a little last face.

In the small dark room, he had stored up his three-day supply. Finally, after a burst of gurgling and splashing, he was completely relieved.

It felt so good!

He didn't want to get up.

But he couldn't.

Li Boqi is still waiting outside.

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He believes that Li Boqi is casually observing him. Looking for his weak points.

If he had received any professional training, or if he had any ulterior motives, he would definitely have revealed them.

There is a saying that overcorrection is just as bad as undercorrection.

In order to avoid revealing himself, he might do something that is even more conspicuous.

Fortunately, he has not received any professional training, and there is no need for him to hide anything. Li Boqi can think whatever he wants. Who cares?

And that was indeed the case.

Li Boqi was indeed observing Zhang Yong. This matter was very important to him.

A talent who could accurately uncover hidden Japanese was simply priceless to the espionage department. No exaggeration.

However, such a person must also be trustworthy. There must not be any suspicion of being an undercover.

Otherwise, the information provided by the other party would be hidden.

Or even deliberately misleading.

Now, he could rest assured. He had found a gem.

The clues to the case have been cut off. It doesn't matter. As long as he can uncover the hidden Japanese, he will eventually be able to catch a bunch of them.

Enter Li Boqi's office.

Li Boqi pulls open the drawer of his desk and takes out a blue ID card from it. There are also five shiny silver dollars.

'This is your temporary ID card.'

'From now on, you are a member of the Lixing Society.'

'I, Li Boqi, am the team leader. The emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers. These five silver dollars are your settling-in allowance.'

Zhang Yong: ?

I feel like life is full of twists and turns.

Just now, I was worried that I would be executed by the Lixing Society. But I never expected that I would become a member of the Lixing Society in the blink of an eye.

Can this be considered a successful start?

There are still five silver dollars.

I couldn't help but go forward and try to take the five dollars. But when I saw Li Boqi, I reluctantly held back. I quietly stepped back.

Li Boqi had no more doubts.

In the face of money, Zhang Yong acted too naturally.

This is how a normal person should be.

He has probably never seen so many dollars. Although there were only five.

If he were undercover, he would have seen more than five yuan. You came here to be undercover and you won't even give me five yuan? Have you lost your mind?

'Take it.'

'Yes...'

Zhang Yong hurriedly came up and carefully picked up the yuan one by one and put them in his pocket.

After thinking about it, he took out two more and tried to put them back.

It seems like he wants to pay respect to the officer...

'Come on. This is an old problem with your police station, isn't it?'

'Well...'

Zhang Yong didn't dare to say it out loud. He didn't want to offend the police station either.

At this time, the Lixingshe, although it was a secret service agency, supervised the military, police, and the military police. However, it did not yet have the power to completely intimidate the police station.

In many places, such as other cities, the Lixingshe still used the name of the police station's law enforcement brigade or the inspection brigade.

It was necessary to wait until the formation of the Military Affairs Bureau next year and the CC bigwigs took the stage...

Zhang Yong hid the banknotes again.

He is secretly happy. Now, the family's difficult life can finally improve.

In this world, his father has passed away due to illness. His mother makes a living by doing needlework for others. She may not earn even a dime a day.

His eldest sister is sixteen years old. She has not married either. They are too poor. No one has proposed marriage. She is uneducated.

His youngest sister is thirteen years old. She has never been to school. Alas...

He picks up the blue ID card.

There is no photo of himself on it. It is purely handwritten.

I don't know if this belongs to a permanent or temporary position. I guess it's the latter. It's not that easy to get hired.

If someone comes from the Whampoa Military Academy, it's of course easy to get hired. He is uneducated, has no background and no connections, so he'll be lucky to get a contract position. You won't get any credit for your work. You'll be the first one to be blamed.

'You have three hours. Take the money home. Then come back here.'

'Tell your family that you won't have time to go back for the next half month,'

Li Boqi's tone began to turn cold.

From now on, he was the boss. A boss who didn't smile.

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong hurriedly agreed.

Then he turned around and left.