Chapter 189: Don't get physical

Why is Song Ziyu here?

Song must have brought her. Or maybe the Japanese invited her alone.

The Japanese are very good at acting. They are clearly invading China. But internationally, they deliberately create the illusion that they are 'helping China' and 'saving China'.

Some upper-class Chinese people actually believe it. They think the Japanese are indeed helping China.

All the falsehoods were created through repeated acts of hypocrisy.

For example, today's ball.

Everything was rosy.

A drunken revelry.

'Shaolong, I really didn't expect you to come!' Song Ziyu beamed.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but flinch inside.

He was in trouble.

Perhaps the heavens had started feeding him again.

Even if he didn't want to eat, it just kept after him. It forced-fed him.

But this really wasn't necessary!

Damn it. Song Ziyu has already started calling him 'Shaolong'. They are getting really close.

What should he do?

Call her Ziyu?

That would be a disaster.

He can screw other women, but he really dares not screw Song Ziyu.

If he dares to screw Song Ziyu, he can forget about the $10,000 reward in the memo. He may even have to pay her back in the future.

That lady's calculations are a hundred times more sophisticated than his. He definitely won't be a match for her.

'Actually, I just happened to be passing by...'

'You can't get in without an invitation. How could it be a coincidence?'

'Oh, I have something to do...'

'What business do you have here?'

'I won a prize by accident. I'm here to collect the prize...'

'Oh? What prize did you win?'

'It seems to be a gramophone...'

'Really?'

Song Ziyu was very happy.

Then she reached out and took hold of Zhang Yong's hand. The action was very natural.

Zhang Yong: ...

Well, the heavens really are pouring rice directly.

You don't want to eat it, but it comes to you anyway. You can't refuse.

'Really...'

He had no choice but to take out the invitation.

There was a lottery ticket inside.

'Really?' Song Ziyu beamed, "You're really lucky.'

'Actually, it's nothing..." Zhang Yong struggled tactfully.

Unfortunately, Song Ziyu kept holding his hand. He had to pretend he didn't know.

He couldn't just throw her over his shoulder and drop her!

If he did, he'd end up in Tiger Bridge Prison. No, he couldn't go to Tiger Bridge Prison. He'd just kill himself.

'Come on, I'll take you to claim your prize.'

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong let her drag him along.

They entered a hall next door. There were quite a few people inside.

A flash of light. Splendid. Clothes fluttering. Suits and ties. All dressed up. The air is filled with the smell of perfume.

He sees many beautiful and wealthy ladies. He doesn't know which big shot they belong to.

Looking around, his eyes suddenly fall.

Damn it!

This ball today is really a mountain of swords and a sea of fire!

Everyone he doesn't want to see is here.

Lin Xiaoyan!

He saw Lin Xiaoyan (Kamagawa Kyoko)!

Damn it!

She's here!

Well, she's Japanese, so is it strange for her to be here?

It's me who seems out of place.

I'm an agent of the Restoration Society, specialised in catching Japanese spies, and I've come here, so I'm like a lamb walking into the jaws of a tiger!

He turned his head.

He thought it would be better to keep a low profile.

He didn't want the gramophone or anything else. It would be a waste of grenades.

However...

Lin Xiaoyan's gaze had already locked onto him.

From the moment Zhang Yong entered the lobby, she had immediately noticed him.

Damn it!

What a disgrace!

It's this bastard!

'Hello...'

Zhang Yong had no choice but to straighten his body in anger. Politely greet the other person.

Yes, it's me. I'm here. You want to beat me? Go ahead! Come on...

Lin Xiaoyan walked over angrily.

'Miss Mirror, I've brought him to collect his prize.'

'Miss Song, please show me the raffle ticket.'

'Look. The first prize!'

'Okay.'

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Lin Xiaoyan (Kamikawa Mirror) took the raffle ticket.

Behind her, there was indeed a very large gramophone. It was gold in colour and looked luxurious.

Objectively speaking, this gramophone is really attractive. The quality of the products of the Japanese devils is still excellent. Especially on an occasion like this, the prize that is brought out will definitely not be bad.

'This is...'

'His name is Zhang Yong. His style name is Shaolong. He is my friend.'

'Your friend looks like a person of talent, handsome and dashing, with an extraordinary bearing. I wonder what kind of work he does?'

'He...'

Song Ziyu hesitated slightly.

She knew that Zhang Yong was in charge of catching Japanese spies.

'I work for the Secret Service of the Restoration Society,' Zhang Yong replied lightly.

'I've heard a lot about you,' Lin Xiaoyan sneered.

Zhang Yong smiled slightly.

He reached out his hand. He shook hands with her. It wasn't really a show of force.

Chu Chu had said that the Japanese invaders would not use violence today. So as not to spoil the atmosphere of hypocrisy.

In other words, no matter how big the matter was, they would have to hold back first.

In that case, they could just engage in verbal sparring.

'Miss Mirror, can we sit down and have a chat?'

'Sure. I wonder what you want to talk about?'

'Our professional problems, of course.'

'Okay. Let's talk about that then.'

Uekawa Mirror walked out from behind the two. She asked them to sit down.

Song Ziyu sat between the two.

'You're the guest. You go first.'

'Okay. I won't be rude. I'm curious. What does the Kwai Agency want with the plans for Sun Yat-sen's mausoleum? Going back to build one for your emperor?'

'You!'

Uekawa Kagami stood up abruptly. Her eyebrows were standing on end.

Zhang Yong pretended not to see.

What's there to be angry about?

Today's ball is a peaceful ball, a kind ball.

Don't fight!

I'll throw grenades.

Although there are only four grenades, they can still blow up a place...

'UNIT...'

'READY...'

Suddenly, a strange voice came from his head.

Then, he noticed that there were five more American-made MK-2 grenades in his personal space.

For a moment, Zhang Yong looked strange.

Is the system incontinent?

From time to time, it squeezes out five grenades?

Well, it's better than nothing.

'Zhang Sang, I hope you don't provoke us.'

'I'm not. I really don't understand. That's why I want to ask. Really. What do you want the tomb drawings for?'

'I don't know anything about the Kuaiji organisation, so I can't tell you.'

'Actually, this Kuaiji organisation is quite something. They even managed to recruit the archaeology professor from Waseda University...'

'What did you say?'

Lin Xiaoyan's eyebrows knitted slightly. Her expression seemed a little sensitive.

Zhang Yong looked around. He deliberately leaned closer to her.

Pretending to be very caring, he whispered in her ear, 'I just caught one called Noguchi Hirotaka. He's a member of the Kuaiji Agency. He's an archaeology professor at Waseda University. He's very impressive. I told Noguchi Kintaro to pay 30,000 silver dollars to ransom him back. But he refused. It's putting me in a difficult position...'

'You, you, don't do anything rash,' Lin Xiaoyan was getting anxious.

An archaeology professor at Waseda University.

He was caught.

and his identity has been confirmed.

What's going to happen?

This could easily lead to protests in Japan.

The Kuaiji Organ is really messing around!

'Don't worry, for your sake, I won't kill the hostage,' Zhang Yong said, "at most, I'll hand him over to the reporters who reported it...'

'No, no, no..." Lin Xiaoyan became even more anxious.

Hand him over to the reporters who reported it?

No. No. Absolutely not.

This kind of thing must never be exposed. Otherwise, the Kuaiji Organ is finished.

They are in the same boat, sharing the same fate. She didn't want to see the Guai Agency be cancelled on the spot by the military. And then all the evidence would be completely obliterated.

Damn it!

The Guai Agency is so incompetent!

How did Zhang Yong manage to catch the most crucial member?

'Okay, let's not talk about the Guai Agency. Let's talk about the Tong Agency. I've been away from Shanghai for a month, what's the situation over there...'

'This question. I'll answer you!'

Suddenly, someone responded eerily from behind.

Zhang Yong looked back. He saw a Japanese military commander. He was wearing military uniform.

Well, the main character is here.

The other party must be the head of the Tong Agency, Matashiro Iwane.

Not content with being stupid once, he had to be stupid again, so he was called Matashiro Iwane.