Chapter 203: The gun is the truth

A skillful change of clothes.

Soon, Zhang Yong became Liu Heizi again. The others became thugs.

What? Flaws?

Flaws were everywhere. But the Japanese spy didn't seem to care.

In fact, in the face of one-way opaque information, the Japanese spy was also unable to judge true from false. Often they tend to believe.

Why?

It is better to believe that the other person is Liu Heizi than to believe that the other person is a member of the Fuxing Society.

The consequences of falling into the hands of the Fuxing Society are obvious. However, it seems that there is still some hope of struggling if you fall into the hands of a group of gangsters.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He led everyone into the underground casino.

There was no need to set up a perimeter. Because that would look too 'professional'.

'Stop...'

'What do you do...'

Outside the casino, a few people were watching the entrance. When they saw the large group of people rushing in, they instinctively shouted.

But Wu Liuqi pointed his gun at them. The sound was immediately cut off.

Damn. The other party also had a gun.

Which big boss from the underworld is here? What are they going to do?

Raise your hands in haste.

Show that you are very obedient.

'It's none of your business.'

'Get out of the way!'

Zhang Yong said from behind.

The few people were relieved.

They quickly stepped aside.

Wu Liuqi rushed in first. The others followed.

Inside, the lighting was dim and the air was thick. It was filled with the strong smell of tobacco. And a lot of smelly feet. It was suffocating.

There were all kinds of noises, shouts, the clatter of playing cards and the sound of fists pounding on the table. It was chaotic, like a market.

Someone dashed around. They ran into Wu Liuqi.

'Pop!'

He received a loud slap in the face.

But he didn't react at all. It was probably because he was confused after losing.

Some people stumbled and couldn't even stand steadily. They must have drunk too much. Then they lost all their money. They simply collapsed in a corner and fell asleep.

Some people just collapsed on the ground and fell asleep. As a result, they were dragged away like dead dogs.

There were broken bottles on the ground.

If you accidentally stepped on one, you would be stabbed and bleed profusely.

But there were no women in sight.

I guess the gamblers don't like women because they bring bad luck. They don't let women in.

Zhang Yong pinched his nose and ignored everything around him.

He focused on the man he wanted to catch.

He noticed that the man looked quite strong. He didn't seem like an ordinary person. He was probably also a hard worker.

He gestured to the people around him. He clearly indicated his target.

'Go!'

He waved his hand.

Someone immediately pounced on him. They pinned the target down.

'What are you doing?'

The target roared furiously.

He was tall and strong, and Wu Liuji and the others were at a disadvantage.

There were too many people around, and the target was at the edge of the table, so there wasn't enough room. Only two people could exert any force. They simply couldn't hold him down.

'Get out of the way!'

Wu Liuji yelled angrily.

He drove everyone away. The target was dragged out. The four of them pressed in together.

Finally, they managed to hold the target down on the ground.

'What are you doing?'

The people around them were also confused.

Many people like to watch the fun and don't mind getting involved. They clapped their hands and started a commotion.

Several bouncers rushed out from the innermost part of the casino, their chests bared, and all of them carrying submachine guns.

Zhang Yong's expression did not change.

There were only a few of them. He had more than ten men of his own.

'Shoot!'

At this time, it was time for Thomson to take the stage.

In an instant, the burly men on guard were intimidated.

Damn. The other side actually had heavy weapons. They even brought submachine guns.

'Who are you?'

'Liu Heizi.'

The men on guard obviously hadn't heard of him.

But from the submachine guns, they knew that he was no good guy.

These submachine guns are expensive. A few hundred dollars each. Maybe even a thousand. They're worth a lot.

A submachine gun for several revolvers.

Zhang Yong said slowly, 'I'm from the south. I used to hang out on the beach.'

The several men who were watching the place looked at each other in disbelief.

It turned out to be a fierce dragon from across the river! It's no wonder he's so arrogant.

'What do you want, sir?'

'I'm here for him. It's got nothing to do with you.'

'I see.'

The several men finally let out a sigh of relief.

There's a mastermind behind all this. It turns out that the other party had a specific target.

Then it's all right.

These gamblers, just arrest them.

Soon, the target was tied up in all kinds of ways. He could no longer struggle.

Originally, the target wanted to bite his tongue, thinking that his identity had been revealed. As soon as he heard that he was from Shanghai, he immediately changed his mind.

It turned out that he was not a Chinese secret agent. Then it's all right. It was a misunderstanding. It was all a misunderstanding.

While struggling, he asked,

"Who are you? Why are you arresting me?'

'I just told you. My name is Liu Heizi. I'm from Shanghai.'

'Why are you arresting me?'

'You know the answer to that.'

'I don't know...'

'Why are we arresting you and not the others? Think about it. You'll know what's going on.'

'I haven't offended you. I don't know you...'

'Anything else you want to say?'

Zhang Yong took out a sharp dagger. He waved it in front of him.

The target immediately shut up. He didn't want his tongue cut off. These guys must be really ruthless.

'Take him away!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The crowd immediately escorted the target out.

The bouncers behind them put away their shotguns. They retreated back inside the dark room.

It's fine. It's nothing to do with them.

It seems that a gambler has been targeted. He may have done something wrong.

It is highly likely that he offended someone on the Shanghai beach in the south and was chased here to Jinling. Such people are not uncommon.

The group escorted the target to an alley outside and began to interrogate him.

'What do you want?'

'We have some questions for you.'

'What?'

'What is your Japanese name?'

'I'm not...'

'Pang!'

Zhang Yong slapped him.

He didn't hit him with his hand. He used a piece of wood that happened to be lying around.

He hit him in the face. It hurts a lot when you hit someone with your hand. But when you hit someone with a piece of wood, it doesn't hurt as much. It's not only more effective, it's also more comfortable for the attacker.

'Stop it, stop it...'

'Speak.'

'I, I, I...'

'Pat!'

Another slap.

Still with the piece of wood. Again, it was the left cheek.

Zhang Yong could not use his backhand. All his strength was in his right hand.

Two consecutive slaps made the other person's mouth full of blood. It is possible that his teeth were also knocked out.

'Speak!'

'Ito, Ito, Ito Jinan...'

'Ito Jinan?'

'Yes, yes...'

'What do you do?'

'I, I, I am an electrician, an electrician...'

'Electrician?'

'Yes. I'm an electrician. I work for an electric company.'

'Which electric company?'

'Edison...'

'What's your false identity?'

'Cui Zhihao.'

The Japanese spy did not dare to hide anything. He answered honestly.

He fully believed that these guys in front of him had come from across the Shanghai Bund. So they were incredibly ruthless.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually knew that he was Japanese.

He had wanted to hide a lot of information. Now it was impossible. The other party probably knew his background.

'Fan Zhihai said that you owe him 50 silver dollars...'

'Who said that?'

'Fan Zhihai. He insisted. 50 silver dollars.'

'He's full of shit! When did I owe him money?'

Cui Zhihao became anxious.

He didn't realise that he had revealed a fact. Namely, that he and Fan Zhihai knew each other.

Fifty taels of silver. That's a lot of money. For an ordinary person, it would be hard to earn that in a year. The other person had come looking for him in a threatening manner, obviously to collect the debt. Fan Zhihai himself could not come up with that kind of money, so he had come to Cui Zhihao. That must be it. Cui Zhihao filled in the missing part of the story in his mind.

Fan Zhihai had definitely borrowed money from the other person. And he had even used himself as a guarantor. Otherwise, why would the other person come after him?

Damn it! This damned Fan Zhihai! He wants to die!

He even revealed the information that he was Japanese. He really doesn't care about his life.

Fortunately, the other party is not a Chinese secret agent. Otherwise, they will all have to die.

'He can't pay it back. The only person to ask for this money is you!' Sure enough, Liu Heizi said in a sinister voice.

'Why?' Cui Zhihao weakly replied.

He really wanted to get angry.

But he didn't dare.

The injustice in his heart was obvious.

Why should I, Cui Zhihao, pay Fan Zhihai's debt? He and I are just casual acquaintances.

'With this,'

said Zhang Yong, drawing his Browning pistol.

We don't talk sense. The gun is the sense. If you don't agree, I'll shoot you.

'I, I...'

'60 taels of silver!'

'I'll pay, I'll pay!'

Ito Jinan hurriedly replied. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

If he had said anything else, it would have been 70 taels of silver. That would have been even more tragic.

'That's more like it!'

Zhang Yong said with a smile. He put the pistol away. A harmless smile was on his face.

But everyone could see how fake his smile was.

Cui Zhihao let out a sigh of relief.

Then his head ached. Where was he going to find 60 taels of silver to pay the other party?

His cover identity only got three taels of silver a month. That was for daily expenses. Where was he going to find any left over?

The point is, this is a mess caused by Fan Zhihai, what does it have to do with him?

No way. He can't take the blame for this.

He must let his superiors know that it was all Fan Zhihai's fault.

'What's Fan Zhihai's name?'

'What?'

'Fan Zhihai's Japanese name.'

'Asada Shuni.'

'Consider yourself lucky,'

Zhang Yong said coldly. Finally, I know Fan Zhihai's name.

Let's see if this guy still has a mouthful of grit. I'll give him a severe punishment when I get back.

Cui Zhihao's eyes darted around.

He saw Zhang Yong repairing his fingernails with a dagger.

'Er...'

Suddenly, Zhang Yong let out a muffled groan.

It turned out that he had cut his flesh with the dagger. A little bit of blood oozed out.

Cui Zhihao couldn't help but shrink his head.

It's over. It's so scary.

If the dagger falls on my body...

I dare not think about it.

'I, I want to make a phone call...'

'To whom?'

'A friend.'

'What friend?'

'My friend. He has money. I'll ask him to bring it.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He led him to a nearby phone.

Then he untied him.

He stood nearby and kept watch.

Cui Zhihao made the call carefully.

To whom?

His boss. Only his boss had money.

Soon, the call was connected.

'Boss Guo...'

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