Chapter 129: Legal Tender Masterpiece

Zhang Yong stood by the roadside. Bored.

Mao Renfeng said he would send someone. But it definitely won't be that fast.

If I knew, I wouldn't have told Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi to go first. With them following, they definitely won't be robbed.

But then again. In the future, they definitely have to act alone.

Even if he is afraid of death, he can't have a bunch of people following him all the time.

There are always things that need to be done alone.

Especially two years later, when the coastal areas fell and he insisted on fighting behind enemy lines, he definitely had to act alone often.

A bunch of people acting. No matter how many people there are, they can't outnumber the devils.

Self-protection ability...

Self-protection ability...

Damn self-protection ability. Still failing.

If you have time, you should really sweat it out on the training ground. If you sweat it out in peacetime, you'll bleed less in wartime.

Boring.

Look around.

I see a French restaurant.

It's called Burgundy. Famous French wine region.

I casually glance inside through the window. Unexpectedly, I see an acquaintance. An acquaintance he doesn't want to see.

Well, technically, not an acquaintance. I've only seen photos of him.

Song Ziyu!

She's inside.

Hmm, a coincidence?

I don't think so. I guess this is the place where the date is going to take place.

I look at the time, it's not even 10am yet. She's actually here?

Weird...

What did Chu Zu use to get her out of the house so early?

From his experience, women never seem to arrive on time for a date. If they're not two or three hours late, they're already being considerate.

Could it be that she's also really bored?

Fine, I'll court her. I don't want people to say I'm not serious about this.

He patted his clothes and entered the Western restaurant. He went straight to Song Ziyu's table and sat opposite her.

'It's you?'

Song Ziyu was slightly surprised.

Then she seemed to remember something. Then she looked away again.

Zhang Yong knew then that she must have seen his photo too.

Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu...

You really sold yourself short! You even gave someone your photo.

But please don't give me a passport photo next time. I'll fix up an artistic photo myself, so I'll look a bit more handsome...

'You're early.'

'You're not late.'

'I just happened to be passing by.'

'So, you weren't actually planning to meet me?'

'More or less. It was our department head who arranged it.'

'You look down on me?'

'No. It's just that our statuses are too different.'

'Aren't you the young master of Shengpingliang?'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Another way of putting it? Young master?

Shengpinglianghao?

Oh, so he is now a rich second-generation!

Okay. Second-generation it is. It feels pretty good. In the future, the Wu family's wealth will all be mine...

'I heard that you are very good at catching Japanese spies?'

'So-so.'

'Then can you catch a Japanese spy for me to see?'

'Do you have a car?'

'No.'

'Then how did you get here?'

'They sent me.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong looked outside. There were indeed a few people.

They all seemed very ordinary. He didn't pay much attention to them. So they were bodyguards!

Not bad!

The Song family's distant relative even has bodyguards!

Haha...

Some people are born to be in Rome. And here I am still slaving away...

'Fine, let's go!'

'Go where?'

'I'll take you to catch a Japanese spy.'

'Where is the Japanese spy?'

'I don't know.'

'How do we catch him?'

'Just drive around. If we see one, we'll arrest him.'

'You...'

Song Ziyu was about to speak, but stopped.

She felt that the other person was completely making things up. He was bullying her because he knew she didn't understand.

Just drive around?

If we see one?

Just wandering around, and you'll bump into a Japanese spy?

You've got to be kidding!

Do you really think I'm a three-year-old?

Hmph!

He lifted his glass. He drank.

Zhang Yong was about to speak when suddenly his expression changed.

A red dot was quietly approaching from afar.

A Japanese? Perfect timing. God has provided the opportunity to show off.

The next moment will be a miracle.

He gestures towards Song Ziyu.

'What are you doing?'

'A Japanese is approaching us.'

'Where?'

'You can't see him yet.'

'You're bluffing. If you can't see him, how do you know he's Japanese?'

'I have special powers.'

'If you're going to bluff, at least make it convincing.'

'You'll see soon enough.'

Zhang Yong responded with a calm air.

What a pain in the ass trying to convince a young girl to sleep with you... No, that's not right.

It's not like convincing... How hard is it to convince a young girl to sleep with you?

You really think the Song family is something!

Have you ever seen a mobile phone? Have you ever seen a computer? Have you ever seen someone land on the moon?

Have you ever had a fight with someone using a keyboard?

In my previous life, I was the number one smartass!

What a pain in the ass...

Soon, the red dot gradually approached.

Zhang Yong squinted. He noticed it was a young man. He was wearing a grey vest.

He looked hurried. It seemed like he was in a hurry.

'That's him.'

'Isn't he Chinese?'

'He's Japanese.'

'No way!'

Song Ziyu was not easily convinced.

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She felt that the other party was just trying to fool her. They really took her for a fool.

He was obviously Chinese, where was the Japanese?

'Do you speak Japanese?'

'A little.'

'Then say hello to the other person in Japanese.'

'Okay!'

Song Ziyu immediately stood up. Walked out.

Then greeted the young man in a horse collar in Japanese. As a result, the other person did not respond. Walked past her sideways.

Zhang Yong walked out nonchalantly.

Song Ziyu: ?

Obviously not!

Liar! Damn it! Old woman...

Zhang Yong suddenly bent down.

He leaned in close to her ear and said, 'You speak in Japanese. The Tokyo Konoe Division mutinied, and something happened to His Majesty the Emperor.'

'Huh?' Song Ziyu was stunned. Then she reacted.

She immediately turned her head. She spoke loudly in Japanese.

The young man in the horse-riding jacket did turn around.

He was pretty quick.

Then he sensed that something was wrong. He quickly fled.

'He really is Japanese!'

Song Ziyu finally believed it. The other person could understand Japanese.

But he pretended not to understand before. Obviously. This was deliberate. The other person seemed to be hiding something.

'He...'

Song Ziyu was about to speak when he noticed that Zhang Yong had disappeared.

Huh? Where is he? Look around. Zhang Yong had really disappeared.

Ah...

This guy...

Where did Zhang Yong go?

Of course he went after the young man in the horse-shaped jacket.

There is a problem.

Let's arrest him first.

He believed that the young man in the horse-shaped jacket was unarmed.

Japanese spies don't usually carry weapons when they're out and about. Hu Bin is an exception.

Hu Bin's identity has been revealed. And he's killed someone. That's why he carries a weapon for self-protection. But other Japanese spies won't. Because carrying a weapon makes them more likely to be exposed.

Follow the clues.

Zhang Yong rounded the young man in the waistcoat.

Perfect. There's no one around. It's a deserted, moss-covered alley.

'Stop!'

Zhang Yong draws his gun.

The young man in the waistcoat realises that something is wrong.

He turns around quickly and runs away. He exposes his back completely.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong fires decisively.

He doesn't bother to chase after him. He probably couldn't catch up anyway.

Since there are bullets, should he save them for the next target?

"Bang!'

'Bang!'

He pulls the trigger continuously.

He aims at the lower body of the target. It's not lethal.

But it's hard to say exactly where it will hit.

It's a hit-or-miss shot...

The young man in the jacket staggers to the ground.

It looks like he's been hit.

Zhang Yong holds his gun and looks carefully. Then he moves closer step by step.

He's not dead, is he?

He shouldn't be...

The bullet seems to have hit his lower body.

He gradually gets closer.

The young man in the jacket can still crawl. He still wants to run.

The bloodstains on the ground where he has crawled are very obvious. This shows that there are more than one bullet hole in his body.

'Don't run,'

'I know you're Japanese. I'm only after Japanese.'

Zhang Yong said from behind.

However, the young man in the jacket continued to crawl forward. Leaving a bloody trail behind him.

Until one of his legs was stepped on by Zhang Yong.

Struggle...

futile...

The young man in the jacket could only helplessly gasp for breath.

Zhang Yong bent down and searched the other person's body with his left hand. His right hand continued to hold the gun on guard.

Suddenly he felt a small notebook.

He took it out.

'Baka...'

the young man in the jacket suddenly exclaimed.

Zhang Yong knew that this small notebook held secrets.

He brought it to his eyes and flipped it open with one hand. He noticed some special symbols inside.

They looked like a password. But they weren't quite a password. There were also some Arabic numerals. But each Arabic numeral was written in a very strange way.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

The young man in the jacket's knees exploded.

Riddle people all die!

Still want to run?

Still want to crawl?

"Ah...'

Sure enough, after the scream, the young man in the horse jacket could no longer crawl.

His two knees had been blown up by the bullets. He could only howl in pain in place.

Zhang Yong continued to feel around.

Suddenly, he felt something hard. It was cold.

He took it out.

He found it was a silvery-white metal plate. It looked like an aluminium plate? But on closer inspection, it didn't look like one. Aluminium plates weren't this heavy...

On the top of the metal plate, there were some strange patterns.

They seemed familiar. But at once, he couldn't think of them.

Until...

Suddenly, my mind exploded. My eyes flashed.

I reacted.

This is the printing plate for legal tender! It's used to print legal tender!

Shit!

This is a big deal!