Chapter 255: You are worthless

The car pulled out of the office.

Zhang Yong's gaze looked out the window. Suddenly he noticed something.

Was he being followed?

Were there spies at the entrance of the office?

Who?

"Are there more people at the entrance of the office?'

'You noticed too, right? They are all Zhang Xiaolin's men. They are cruising around the office, showing off to us.'

'Zhang Xiaolin?'

'That's right!'

Cao Mengqi answered with certainty.

Zhang Yong immediately ordered the car to stop. Then he turned the car around. They were going back.

He wanted to see how arrogant Zhang Xiaolin's men were. How dare they spy on the office.

Damn, even the Japanese invaders were not this arrogant. They were looking for death.

'Creak!'

The car stopped in front of a cigarette vendor.

The cigarette vendor was not afraid at all. He just looked at them straight.

'What are you doing?' Zhang Yong asked.

'Boss, would you like a pack of Hardmen...' The cigarette vendor pretended to be dumb.

Zhang Yong pushed open the door and got out of the car.

He kicked the vendor.

He kicked him directly, sending him to the ground.

I'm asking you a question. Don't play dumb with me. You want to die, don't you?

"The Fuxing Society is beating people up!'

'The Fuxing Society is beating people up...'

The cigarette vendor suddenly yelled, playing dumb.

Then he realised that something was wrong. He saw Zhang Yong pull out a gun.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Two shots.

He was killed instantly.

Damn. Zhang Xiaolin, is that you?

Dare you go against us from the Fuxing Society? Who do you think you are?

'Come here!'

Zhang Yong held his gun. He glared at the others.

Everyone else nearby was terrified. They didn't expect Zhang Yong to shoot them as soon as he arrived. And to kill someone directly.

They had been sent to deliberately provoke the Fuxing Society. The orders were that the Fuxing Society would at most beat them up. Or arrest them for a few days. Zhang Xiaolin would be able to get them out quickly.

Who would have thought that the other side would just shoot and kill.

My god!

What's to be done?

They hurriedly scattered and fled. They dispersed in an instant.

'What are Zhang Xiaolin's gang's holdings?' Zhang Yong asked. 'Have you found out?'

'We've long since found out. But the team leader can't do anything about it.' Cao Mengqi handed over a list. It was a list of Zhang Xiaolin's assets. Including the ones he kept secret.

'I'll take care of it!' Zhang Yong glanced at the list. Then he put it away.

There were indeed some things that Li Boqi couldn't do. But Zhang Yong had no qualms about doing them. He wasn't afraid.

Would it be more difficult to deal with a few gangsters than the Japanese invaders?

Behind this Zhang Xiaolin, there was definitely the backing of the Japanese. That's why his power had skyrocketed.

Without the Japanese backing him up, Zhang Xiaolin wouldn't dare to go up against the Fuxing Society, even if he had the guts. You really think Boss Dai is a vegetarian!

Suddenly, he had a revelation.

Did Li Boqi suddenly take leave of absence on purpose, so that he could deal with Zhang Xiaolin?

If Li Boqi had stepped forward, many of the big shots above him would have called to interfere. After all, Zhang Xiaolin knew many important people.

The Director General will be very annoyed. But if the big shots call, he can't just ignore them.

Now that Li Boqi is on leave, no one can be reached by phone. The Director General will also make excuses. He will say that he doesn't have the situation under control. It's possible that someone below him took matters into their own hands. Anyway, he will make excuses and get things done.

After half a month, when things have settled down, the Director General will come out and clean up the mess.

He, Zhang Yong, will probably be 'severely punished'.

Maybe he will be transferred to Hangzhou?

Haha. Anyway, he won't lose out.

'Is that so?'

'I think so.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

He thought he had guessed the intentions of the department head and Li Boqi.

Fine, next, prepare for a crackdown.

Crack down on Zhang Xiaolin. Get rid of the Japanese behind him. Then throw him into the Huangpu River.

Without the backing of the Japanese, I don't know how long Zhang Xiaolin can hold out. And he still dared to go against the Fuxing Society. He really doesn't know the meaning of death.

'Do we have anyone watching Zhang Xiaolin?'

'No. There are too many people around him. We can't get anywhere near him.'

'Send a few people and a car. Dump the body outside the Nine Heavens nightclub. If anyone asks, say it was sent by our Fuxing Society. Tell them to behave themselves.'

'Yes!'

Cao Mengqi couldn't have asked for more. He immediately went to make the arrangements.

He knew that when Zhang Yong came back, something big would definitely happen. He didn't expect it to be such an exciting thing right from the start.

To be honest...

he likes it!

Get in the car.

Head straight for the Big Three Dragons.

It's already evening when they arrive at the Big Three Dragons.

It's just about dinner time, and there are lots of customers inside. There's no room at all.

If Zhang Yong told everyone at this time that in two years' time, Shanghai would become a battleground, and the Japanese would occupy the city, he would probably be thrown out.

'Look!'

'Over there!'

Cao Mengqi pointed to the corner in the southwest.

Huang Yanfei was sitting there. But he hadn't ordered anything. He was reading the newspaper. He was obviously waiting for someone.

'Let's go over there!'

'There's no room over there.'

'Sit in front of Huang Yanfei.'

'Huh?'

Cao Mengqi was surprised.

What was this? Were they going to grab someone directly?

Great! He was also fed up. They hadn't made any progress. It was better to just grab them and interrogate them slowly.

Since Zhang Yong went to Jinling, they can't solve any cases.

It's mainly because Zhang Yong's methods are so amazing that they don't need any skills. He gets it right every time.

Zhang Yong came to Huang Yanfei's table and sat directly across from him.

'I'm sorry...'

Huang Yanfei paused.

He obviously realised that something was wrong.

There were seven people sitting around him. He was completely surrounded.

There were also other people standing nearby on guard.

'You are...'

'From the Fuxing Society. My name is Zhang Yong. I'm the leader of the Fuxing Society's operations department. I've just returned from Nanjing.'

'You're looking for me...'

'To invite you to dinner.'

'But I...'

'Don't be afraid. Let's eat. We can talk after dinner.'

'I...'

'You must eat well. Otherwise, if you're tortured later, you won't have anything to eat or drink.'

'Why? I haven't done anything!'

'You're a Japanese spy,'

Zhang Yong was blunt.

Then he waved his hand. He called over the waiter.

'One dish of rice for each person. Thank you.'

'How many people are there?'

'Eight.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong took out two silver dollars.

Eight people, eight dishes of rice, that was enough. The prices here were not expensive.

Huang Yanfei's face did not look so good.

He knew that trouble was coming.

The other party was from the Fuxing Society. They were Chinese secret agents.

What did the Chinese secret agents want with him? Of course it was because his cover had been blown.

Otherwise, would someone really invite him to dinner?

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Huang Yanfei's mind.

Prison...

Torture...

Blood and gore...

Chills ran down his spine...

However, he could not admit that he was a Japanese spy. Otherwise, all kinds of misfortune would come his way.

For many years, he had been fine. He had forgotten all about prison and torture. He had been living a comfortable life. He never expected that just when he felt safe, the enemy had already come knocking.

There was silence.

'Sir, your rice and dish is here.'

'Please!'

Zhang Yong took a rice and dish and placed it in front of Huang Yanfei.

It was a ham rice dish. It was made with high-quality Xuanwei ham. It was delicious and looked appetising.

However, Huang Yanfei was like a walking corpse, unable to smell any of the flavours. At this moment, even if it was dragon meat, he would not be interested.

'Not to your liking? Then I'll eat it,' Zhang Yong said, bringing the dish over. He placed it in front of himself.

Huang Yanfei finally couldn't hold back any longer, bowed his head, and asked listlessly, "What do you want?'

'No rush. Let's talk after we eat," Zhang Yong said.

'You tell me.' Huang Yanfei knew there was no turning back. There was no denying it.

'You know Xu Sheng from Wanfeng Freight, don't you?'

'Yes, I know him, Boss Xu.'

'Go and borrow some money from him.'

'For what?'

'To buy your life, of course!'

'You guys...'

Huang Yanfei was speechless.

The other party had come to ask for money?

Baka!

Not here to arrest me?

Damn it!

Do they want money before arresting me?

These despicable Chinese. They want money for everything.

Disgusting...

'Go to him and borrow 10,000 taels of silver.'

'What?'

Huang Yanfei was stunned.

10,000 taels of silver? You just casually say that?

Borrow 10,000 taels of silver from someone else? Who has 10,000 taels of silver to lend to you?

And who would be willing to lend it to you?

That's 10,000 taels of silver!

'Is that a lot?'

'I can't borrow it.'

'Don't be discouraged. Just try.'

'I really...'

Huang Yanfei hung his head in shame.

He was only a journalist in disguise.

How could a journalist possibly borrow 10,000 taels of silver? Who would lend it to him?

"What about Wen Zhenping?'

'Who?'

'The boss of Haichang Shipping. You know him.'

'No, no, I don't. I don't.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong didn't believe him.

Huang Yanfei swore to the heavens.

'I really don't. Really. Really.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded. He understood in his heart.

This Huang Yanfei knew the true identity of Wen Zhenping.

The two of them were definitely on the same side. Their relationship was probably similar to that of Tian Qingyuan and Kitaoka Taro.

But he definitely did not know Xu Sheng. He did not know that Xu Sheng was also a Japanese spy.

So, the question arose. Which agency of the Japanese invaders did Wen Zhenping belong to? And which agency did Xu Sheng belong to?

One after another, dishes of rice and meat were served.

Cao Mengqi and Wei Yong both buried their heads in their food. They didn't say a word. They were only responsible for operations. They weren't responsible for psychological warfare.

Catching people and killing people was their business. Everything else was under Zhang Yong's control.

A plate full of rice and dishes was once again served in front of Huang Yanfei. Huang Yanfei was numb for a moment, and finally picked up his chopsticks.

It was free food, so he might as well eat it. What if they really did torture him?

'What is your main responsibility?' Zhang Yong asked casually while eating.

'I didn't do anything. Really,' Huang Yanfei hastily defended, 'I didn't steal any intelligence. And I didn't turn anyone against the government. I, I, I...'

'So the Tong Agency is keeping you around, but you're useless?'

'I'm from the Lan...'

'Oh, you're from the Lan Agency. You work for Kageza.'

'I...'

Huang Yanfei suddenly bowed his head and frantically ate.

He had inadvertently revealed a secret. He had revealed that he was from the Lan Agency.

Damn.

He had actually fallen for it.

The other person's questions were so simple, and yet he had fallen for it.

However, he quickly laughed at himself.

His identity had already been revealed, so did it really matter which agency he belonged to?

Did anyone need to know which agency he belonged to?

Everyone already knew that Kagezawa was the head of the Ran agency, and probably knew even more.

Eat up. Reach out. Wait to be caught.

'Just kidding. We're not going to catch you.'

'What?'

'Because you're worthless. If we arrest you, it'll be a waste of food for the Restoration Society.'

'Baka...'

Huang Yanfei couldn't help but swear.

Zhang Yong gave him a cold stare. Then he got up. And left.

'No...'

Huang Yanfei suddenly felt very lost.

Baka...

You look down on me!

You look down on me!

It felt like his dignity had been seriously insulted.

I'm a Japanese spy. Come and get me!

Come and get me!

However, Zhang Yong walked away without looking back.

In an instant, Huang Yanfei felt like he had been hurt a million times over. He was in agony.

'Are we really leaving?'

'Yes!'

'Just leave him?'

'What can a journalist like him do?'

'You're right.'

Cao Mengqi agreed.

So they ignored him. They all left.

The group returned to the office. They took a break.

Zhang Yong headed back to Yihe Road. He had a long night ahead of him!

Over there, Huang Yanfei sat alone in the corner of the restaurant, feeling like there were countless little people fighting inside his head.

His reason told him that he had been exposed. The Chinese already knew that he was a Japanese spy.

However, because he was of no value, the Chinese didn't bother to arrest him.

'Baka...'

'Impossible! Absolutely impossible...'

'It must be a conspiracy...'

'It must be Sun Tzu's art of war, letting them go in order to catch them...'

'Baka...'

Huang Yanfei cheered himself up.

He was convinced that there must be Chinese secret agents nearby watching him.

However, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find anyone watching.

Could it be that there wasn't?

'Baga...'

'Impossible!'

Huang Yanfei refused to give up. He would not allow himself to be worthless.

He stood up and walked out of the Daisan Yuan. He judged that the people from the Fuxing Society must have been following him. This was definitely a case of playing hard to get. Or luring the snake out of its hole.

However, there was no one there.

No matter what counter-tracking methods he used, he couldn't find anyone behind him.

He couldn't help but feel a huge sense of loss.

A spy who has been hiding for many years suddenly gets told by the other party that you are completely worthless. So what has he done in these years of lurking?

Is it all useless?

Is it all useless effort?

Baka...

As a Japanese spy who has been lurking for many years, I have to say that tonight is the most difficult night.

For a moment, he wished he had been caught instead.

He really wanted to talk to someone.

Suddenly, he saw a car coming from afar. Huh? Wen Zhenping's car?

He hurriedly stopped it.

Inside the car was indeed Wen Zhenping.

He had also hurried back from Zhenjiang. He didn't want to linger there for even a moment.

'It's you?' Wen Zhenping frowned when he realised it was Huang Yanfei.

He and Huang Yanfei were both spies affiliated with the Lan Agency.

The two of them were in the same group.

'I was exposed by the people from the Fuxing Society,' Huang Yanfei blurted out.

'Baka...' Wen Zhenping suddenly became irritable.

You were discovered.

You came to me?

'But they didn't bother to arrest me, saying I'm of no value.'

'Nani?'

Wen Zhenping was at a loss.

Discovered. And they didn't arrest you. So they want to arrest me?

Baka!

You're useless!

At this time, you still came to me?

Baka!

It was as if countless Chinese secret agents had appeared.

But...

there was no sign of it.

It was quiet all around. Nothing had happened.

For a moment, the startled Wen Zhenping felt incredulous. Could it be that the Fuxing Society had really given up on Huang Yanfei?

Baka!

Was this guy really that useless?

So useless that the enemy didn't even bother to capture him?

It seemed that way...

Huang Yanfei really was pretty useless.

He had been in the underground for seven or eight years, doing nothing. Just wasting food.

'Who was it that captured you?'

'Zhang Yong.'

'What?'

'He introduced himself as Zhang Yong. He said he had just returned from Jinling.'

'Baka...'

Wen Zhenping slumped down in his seat.

Zhang Yong had also returned to Shanghai?

Baka...

What a narrow escape. Damn.

Huang Yanfei: ?

What's going on?

Does Wen Zhenping also know Zhang Yong?

Why does it seem like he, too, was shocked by this Zhang Yong?

'Yamaguchi-kun, Yamaguchi-kun...'

'Baka! Get out of here!'

'Yamaguchi-kun...'

'Baka! Get out! Don't ever come see me again!'

Wen Zhenping was furious.

This bastard. What a jinx.

He had rushed back from the provinces with smoke coming out of his ass just to avoid Zhang Yong.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to Shanghai, he was told that Zhang Yong had also returned. So what was he doing back? Hells bells! He had to run away! He had to go somewhere else!

He didn't want to see Zhang Yong!

Four thousand silver dollars a month!

He wanted to die!

He stepped on the accelerator. He sped away. He left Huang Yanfei in the wind, disheveled.