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Chapter 232: Hatred

Kong Fansong pushed an inflated envelope to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong then pushed the envelope to Song Ziyu.

Song Ziyu: ?

Kong Fansong teased, 'The bride price?'

Zhang Yong: ...

Sweat. Don't get me wrong. I just bought some stocks.

How could I afford the bride price?

Song Ziyu's face turned red, and she reached out and took the envelope.

'Hey, it's for stocks,' Zhang Yong hurriedly corrected, "Help me buy Coca-Cola stocks.'

'Coca-Cola?" Kong Fansong shook his head, 'Your taste is not good.'

'I'm going to hold it for the long term.'

'There are plenty of other stocks to choose from!'

'I don't know about the others,'

Zhang Yong shook his head.

In his previous life, he was not familiar with the capital market.

He could only remember a few companies that had long prospered.

Coca-Cola, General Motors, Lockheed, Boeing...

That was about it.

Everything else seemed to have been swept away by the tide of history.

'You two chat away. I'm off!' Kong Fansong continued to tease, "Remember to invite me to the wedding banquet.'

'I'll go with you!" Song Ziyu said hastily.

Zhang Yong looked at the sky outside. Oh, it was almost evening. The dusk was vast.

Under normal circumstances, he would have invited Song Ziyu out to dinner. To a Western restaurant. To have a good chat. That's basic etiquette.

Unfortunately, that's not possible now. It's too dangerous out there.

Don't go out easily when it's dark. Unless you're accompanied.

'Goodbye!'

See Song Ziyu off.

At this time, Yang Zhi and the others finally returned.

They had just been gathered in the auditorium for the award ceremony. The head of the department was also present.

But Zhang Yong was not informed. His task was to receive Song Ziyu. He was not to worry about anything else. The arrangements made by the commander were really...

'Sir!'

Everyone stood to attention and saluted.

But they saw that Zhang Yong had a new collar badge. He had become a captain.

For Zhang Yong, promotion to major was probably just a matter of a few months. By then, he would be a senior officer.

Zhang Yong looked at everyone. They all looked happy. Many had smiles on their faces.

Not bad. A good start. Very promising.

If I told them that in two years' time, the fighting would be brutal, I don't know what they would think.

Never mind. On this happy day, let's not dampen people's spirits.

Two years from now, there will be a way to live in two years' time. When the cart reaches the mountain, there will be a way through. Those who can adapt will naturally be able to adapt. Those who cannot will be eliminated. The law of social development. There is nothing more to say.

Bracing himself, he asked with a smile, 'Have you all received your ocean dollars?'

'We got it all,' Yang Zhi answered with a smile, 'and I also got your share, sir.'

'Good. Thank you. Give it to me.'

'Here!'

Yang Zhi handed over a dollar.

Zhang Yong took it. He tossed it. It was real.

This was still very popular at the time, but it was gradually banned from circulation as legal tender was introduced. The banks would take it back.

But as the legal tender depreciates, it will reappear. It will once again become hard currency.

Officially, it is not allowed to use the taiyang for transactions. But secretly, everyone still trusts the taiyang. So, it is definitely not a mistake to secretly hoard taiyangs now.

Look at everyone. They are about to speak, but hold back.

The happiest are these newcomers. Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi are a little more composed.

They have recently received taiyangs until they are sick of them. A taiyang is no longer exciting.

Of course, this is the reward from the head of the department. The meaning is different.

'Go back and rest!' Zhang Yong commanded, "We have a mission tomorrow.'

'Yes!" Everyone then happily dispersed.

Nothing happened that night.

Zhang Yong also slept in the collective dormitory. Single room.

Get up in the morning. Go to the dining hall.

Found Yan Guangkun back.

Seeing Zhang Yong appear, Yan Guangkun immediately came over with his rice bowl.

'Team Leader Yan, is there something?'

'You're something, kid. You've really put Chun Yu Chi to shame. He's taken leave. He's gone to Lingnan.'

'Huh?'

'Yesterday he was still busy making plans to catch Takekawa Kumazo, saying that no one could catch him without ten or eight days. Then someone told him that you'd already caught Takekawa Kumazo. He was dumbfounded. He didn't come back to headquarters. He went directly by boat to Hankou. He said he was going to take the train from Hankou to Lingnan.'

'Didn't you need to ask for leave?'

'Heh heh. You have a unique perspective. He was embarrassed to call the department head himself, so he asked Secretary Mao to relay the message.'

'Did the department head approve?'

'Of course he approved! Someone else was sick and wanted to go to Lingnan to recuperate.'

'Heh heh. Is he sick?'

Zhang Yong's mouth curled up in a sneer. He didn't hide his emotions.

He and Chun Yu Chi had had conflicts before. His head still hurt from the previous blow. If he said that they had reconciled, that would be like the sun rising in the west.

Get Chun Yu Chi out of the way. It would be nice to have some peace and quiet. I don't think he'll be back any time soon.

Unfortunately, this kid has a get-out-of-jail-free card.

After all, he represents the Zheng Jiemin faction, and it would be very difficult to remove his name.

The Commissioner was a master of political manoeuvring, and would not let the Director completely dominate.

Of the eight Action Groups of the Restoration Society, at least one belonged to the Zheng Jiemin system and one to the Tang Zong system. The Director himself controlled six. This was already the limit. Any more, and the Commissioner would definitely become suspicious.

What a complex political struggle!

In the end, the Director also tragically met his end. Leaving behind countless mysteries.

He really shouldn't have got involved with the Loyal Army to Save the Nation. Directly meddling in military affairs. It really is very easy to get yourself killed...

'Team Leader Kou has gone to Shanghai.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong thought for a moment. Oh, it's Kou Xingde. From the 6th Operations Unit. Behind him is Tang Zong.

He's been transferred to Shanghai. It means that the Director doesn't want him hanging around. Since he can't fire him, he's just kicked him out. Out of sight, out of mind. Now Jinling is full of the Director's own people.

He bowed his head and ate his breakfast.

Yan Guangkun hesitated to speak. He looked around again.

Zhang Yong: ?

"Team Leader Yan, you're not going to reveal any confidential information, are you?'

'No. We worked hard all night and didn't catch a single Japanese spy. When are you going to come out and help? Otherwise, we'll be at a loss and won't get anywhere.'

'Team Leader Yan, you're too kind. I don't have that kind of ability.'

'Don't be modest. We all know you're capable. We're okay catching communists, but we're really not used to catching Japanese spies.'

'Didn't you go to the scene?'

'The Japanese were very professional. They didn't leave any clues.'

'Was the explosion powerful?'

'It wasn't about power. It was mainly a provocation. It happened right under our noses. It was like a declaration of war.'

'Oh. I see.'

Zhang Yong understood. Why did the Japanese invaders choose to do it at the Xiaguan Railway Station?

At the time, I also found it strange. The Fuxing Society was stationed here. If the Japanese spies wanted to do something, they would have chosen a different place. Now that Yan Guangkun said so, I understand that the Japanese spies did it on purpose.

They chose to do it next to the Fuxing Society. They were targeting the Fuxing Society.

'Team leader!'

Suddenly, someone hurriedly came.

It was one of Yan Guangkun's subordinates.

He hurriedly whispered, 'Team leader, there's been another explosion at the train station goods yard...'

'Damn it! This is too much!' Yan Guangkun stood up angrily. He left with his men.

Zhang Yong finished his breakfast thoughtfully.

Another explosion?

It seems that the Japanese spies are really arrogant.

If we don't crack down on them, they'll really think that there are no more Chinese left.

Damn it. Get ready to go out and sweep the streets.

Catch some Japanese spies and have a feast!

'Captain!'

Suddenly, Zhongyang hurriedly came running.

He said Mao Renfeng was looking for Zhang Yong with urgency. He asked him to go to the prison immediately.

'I got it.'

Zhang Yong stuffed food into his mouth and then hurried to the prison.

What did Mao Renfeng want with him? Most likely it was Takeshiro Kumazawa. This Japanese spy seems to be very restless.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the prison, he noticed that the security was extremely tight.

The number of guards has at least doubled. There are also many more guards in the shadows.

Well, this Japanese spy is really something.

He's got the Fuxing Society on edge. Do the Japanese invaders dare storm the headquarters on Jiyu Lane?

Oh, they already attacked once last time...

'Secretary Mao.'

'Shaolong. You're here.'

'Yes.'

'Kumazo Takekawa wants to see you. This son of a bitch just won't give in.'

'No torture?'

'Electricity. But the kid kept asking to see you. So go see him. Put him off.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Unconvinced? Keep the beating going.

Pfft, 7th Dan in karate! That's impressive. But I know how to beat a dog...

Enter the cell.

Wu Chuan Xiong San was dragged back after his punishment.

He was beaten all over his body, leaving him covered in bruises. Serves him right. And for causing the explosion. Just you wait. There are still more than 100 sets of severe torture to go.

You want to die? You won't die.

It's not time for the execution yet. You still have to continue with the torture.

'It's you!'

Seeing Zhang Yong appear, Wu Chuan Xiong San suddenly became agitated.

He struggled desperately to get up, stumbled over to the bars of his cell, grabbed hold of them, and stared at Zhang Yong.

'Clang!'

The sound of the bars being hit by the shackles continued.

Zhang Yong stood in the distance. He nodded without emotion.

'Baka!'

'It's you!'

Kumazo Takegawa continued to shout furiously.

Zhang Yong looked at the other man with a calm expression.

'Baka! You ambushed me!' Kumazo Takegawa continued to shout furiously.

'Wrong,' Zhang Yong shook his head, 'it was one of your own people who ambushed you.'

'Baka! You're talking nonsense!'

'Think about it, who informed you to go to the Yingchuan Hall?'

'Baka!'

'Why do you think I was able to set an ambush at the Yingchuan Club?'

'Hagya...'

Takemoto's roar gradually weakened.

He thought of an extremely frightening truth. That is: He had been betrayed by his own people.

It was Kitakata Taro who called him to the Yingchuan Club.

And then the enemy happened to be ambushed here...

In fact, he had thought of this possibility before. He just couldn't accept it.

He couldn't believe that there were people from his own group who would betray him.

They were all secret agents of the Empire of Japan!

Kitakata Taro...

Hagah!

It wasn't just Kitakata Taro.

It was also Kikuta Yosuke! It was the two of them working together to betray him!

Hagah!

Furious.

'Ahhh...'

Takegawa Kumazo roared at the sky, looking like he was going mad.

Zhang Yong listened silently. His expression unmoving. Mao Renfeng didn't follow. He was the only one around.

A slight sneer curled the corner of his mouth.

Scream.

Scream,

shout your head off, and no one will come to your aid!

If you, Takeuchi Kumazo, manage to escape from here, I, Zhang Yong, will chase you to the ends of the earth and kill you!

Cut it out!

Suddenly, the roar came to an abrupt end.

Takeuchi Kumazo's eyes were red, and he stared at Zhang Yong with murderous intent.

'We will definitely kill you!'

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