Chapter 315: Master Tang, Son of Fortune

After exiting Broad Street, Zhang Yong keenly noticed that he was being followed.

Not by one person. By many people. They had been arranged on both sides of the street long ago. They waited until he had passed before following him without making a sound.

The other party didn't seem to be hiding themselves either. It was as if they weren't afraid of Zhang Yong and the others finding out.

'Captain, there's an enemy!' Yang Zhi also noticed it.

'I see. Let's go back to the Yin residence.' Zhang Yong nodded, 'On foot.'

'Yes!' Yang Zhi immediately passed the order down.

The group continued to move forward.

People kept following behind them. Gradually, more than 20 people gathered.

They followed every step of the group.

But strangely, they didn't seem to want to attack.

They were armed. But there was no sign of them using them.

It was a very strange feeling.

Enemies?

Friends?

Zhang Yong couldn't tell. He could only remain on the alert.

Yang Zhi and the others were quietly holding their pistols at their waists, waiting for Zhang Yong's order. But Zhang Yong never gave the order to fire.

Who were the people following him?

They weren't Japanese invaders. There were no red dots to indicate that. They were all white dots.

Were they trying to take his head for a reward? I guess not.

If so many people worked together, how could they get the reward? How could you prove that you killed someone? They had already started fighting among themselves.

So...

They deliberately looked back at each other.

As a result, the other person also looked straight at him. But he didn't say anything.

That was weird.

Is there such a thing as stalking?

For a moment, they even mistakenly thought that they were there to protect them...

'Creak!'

Suddenly, a car rushed out in front of them.

It was going very fast.

It braked very hard.

It seemed to come out like an arrow and stop like it hit a wall.

Is that a car-flipping stunt?

It was a convertible.

There was only one young man in the car.

Yang Zhi and the others didn't hesitate to raise their Thompson submachine guns. They were ready to fire at any moment.

'Wait!'

'Wait!'

Zhang Yong suddenly reached out and shouted.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

He's one of us!

Tang Shengming!

It turned out that the person sitting in the convertible was none other than Tang Shengming!

Yang Zhi broke out in a cold sweat.

This Tang guy really is looking for death! He suddenly came out alone with a gun!

Isn't he afraid that we might accidentally fire?

If someone gets too nervous and pulls the trigger, the Tang family will probably lose this young master.

Sweat...

'We're on the same side!'

'We're on the same side!'

Zhang Yong called out in a hurry. He was afraid that someone might accidentally fire.

Suddenly, he understood why those people who had been following him were acting so strangely. It turned out that they were all Tang Shengming's men.

They were following him. And they were also protecting him. So, they weren't hostile.

The problem is, young master Tang, could you have given a heads-up? Don't play around so much, it's really easy to get into a mess...

'Captain Zhang!' Tang Shengming waved at him.

He struck a dashing pose.

He seemed very satisfied with the effect of his appearance.

He wasn't worried at all about getting a few hundred holes in him.

Zhang Yong walked quickly up to him. He came to the front of the convertible. He said slowly, 'Young master Tang.'

'Get in.'

'What for?'

'To take you for a ride.'

'Sorry, I still have a mission to carry out.'

'Don't worry. I've brought enough people. The Japanese invaders can't do anything to you.'

'Well...'

'Okay, bring all your men!'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He was indeed a little worried about something going wrong.

He was afraid of death. It was only natural. It wasn't that Tang Shengming would ambush him.

It was that he was worried that Tang Shengming's men might not be used to brutal combat. It was reassuring to bring his own people with him, no matter when or where.

Tang Shengming gave the order. Vehicles were arranged. All of Zhang Yong's men got into the car.

Zhang Yong then sat in the passenger seat of the convertible.

'Boom...'

'Whoosh...'

Tang Shengming gave the car a kick and it sped off.

The main thing is speed!

Zhang Yong: ...

Wow! What kind of car is this?

A quick glance. Looks like a Porsche?

Awesome!

Driving a Porsche in this day and age.

Let's not talk about the speed. It definitely gets 100 points for style.

I envy him...

Then he shakes his head.

I can't do that myself.

Really.

It's too high-profile. It's easy to get into trouble.

Among the powers that be in Shanghai, there are countless people who want him dead.

If he goes out like this recklessly, I'm afraid he won't be dead for more than two hours. His body will be dumped in a corner of the street. Or thrown into a sewer.

With difficulty, Tang Shengming gradually reduced his speed. Letting the vehicles behind him catch up.

'Tang Shengming, what do you want with me?'

'To take you to dinner.'

'You already did that last time. I accepted your thanks. Just tell me the truth.'

'Okay, I won't hide it from you. Are you investigating the traitor in the Military Senate?'

'You know?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

He had only secretly reported this to the head of the department. He hadn't told anyone else.

Even Li Boqi and Mao Renfeng didn't know.

After all, the matter was very important.

You see, the president of the Military Senate is Tang Shengzhi, the elder brother of Tang Shengming. A genuine general in the civil service. He represents the entire Hunan faction.

If you want to arrest someone from the Military Senate, you must have Tang Shengzhi's consent.

Otherwise, even the Commander-in-Chief can't do anything. They are both big shots, and they must communicate with each other in private first. They can't just bring it to the surface all of a sudden.

Although Tang Shengzhi does not directly lead troops at the moment, there are many generals from the Hunan faction. The Chairman dares not turn his back on them lightly.

'We two will handle this matter. It is best to do so quietly.'

'I know. However, I have not yet obtained the list. The Japanese spy is boarding a ship to Italy tonight. He will only tell me his name once he is on board.'

'Is this the reason you went to Broad Street?'

'Yes!'

'Then we will have to wait until tonight. You tell me the name, and I will give you the person.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong was of course happy to cooperate.

As long as the person was caught, nothing else mattered.

In fact, he wasn't even that interested in catching the spy. There was no profit in it.

Unless the spy was in a high position...

'By the way, there's something I need to tell you in advance. Something happened to Song Wanchun.'

'What?'

'He was arrested by the Japanese.'

'Huh...'

Zhang Yong frowned.

He remembered his conversation with Lin Xiaoyan.

This female Japanese spy really is a traitor! The Japanese are crazy, too, daring to lay hands on Song Wanchun.

Shit, in the end they won't be asking me to bring someone in exchange, will they?

The exchange of hostages is not the goal. They want to get rid of me for real. Song Wanchun is just a decoy.

No way.

I can't let the Japanese continue like this.

Otherwise, if they kidnap one today and one tomorrow, it'll never end.

Want an exchange of hostages?

Kill them all.

'Lend me some men.'

'What do you want to do?'

'If you let me go and replace them, I'll kill them all.'

'How many do you need?'

'Ten. Ones who can fight.'

'Okay! I'll give them to you tonight.'

'Thanks!'

Zhang Yong felt slightly relieved.

The Fuxing Society did have people. But there were no experts.

Or, to be precise, his subordinates were no experts. They were all newcomers.

Was Wang Tianmu an expert?

Was Chen Gongshu an expert?

Of course they are.

The problem is that none of them are under Zhang Yong's command, and Zhang Yong can't call on them at any time.

Masters don't just appear out of nowhere. They are forged through constant practice in the field. Look at the work experience of Wang Tianmu and Chen Gongshu, it's almost always either assassinations or on the way to an assassination.

Assassinating Zhang Jingyao, Wang Kemin, Wang Jingwei, Zhang Xiaolin...

They all used the heads of their enemies to establish their own reputations.

Was there any master in the 19th Route Army?

There should have been. But it is estimated that they would not join him. They were not very enthusiastic about him either.

In fact, Zhang Yong gradually felt that from Shi Bingdao to Gu Mozhai, they were all superficially enthusiastic towards him. But they did not accept him in their hearts.

People with different beliefs cannot work together. This was unavoidable.

What he did was indeed quite different from the principles of the Red Party. The Red Party definitely would not accept him.

Therefore, to be clear, the Red Party will not be honest with him. Naturally, they will not take his affairs seriously.

'You caught the nightingale?'

'Yes.'

'She is Japanese?'

'Yes.'

'It seems that the Japanese are hiding very deeply!'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong answered cautiously.

In fact, the person in front of him does not have much guile. He is more spontaneous.

Call him sincere or naïve, but he is just lucky. He has managed to avoid every disaster. Whenever he is in danger, there is always someone to help him out. And then he manages to turn the situation around.

Before the fire of Changsha, he was the commander of the Changsha garrison. But he had just left his post a few months ago. As a result, the person who replaced him became the scapegoat. Chiang Kai-shek ordered him to be shot to quell public anger.

According to the above, he went to the Wang Clique government. The Japanese suspected that he had come to surrender falsely. However, the two big bosses of No. 76 spoke up for him. And Zhou Fohai and others also helped him cover up.

I have to say, this guy is truly a miracle in life.

A child of fortune.

Unique.

Envious.

'Where are we going?'

'The Wan Guo nightclub.'

'Huh?'

'The foreign girls there are pretty. I'll show you a good time.'

'No...'

'What? You're shy?'

'Then I'll tell someone to take the Japanese spy to the docks. We can't delay the important business.'

'That's the spirit!'

'You'll be reimbursed for all expenses.'

'Great!'

Tang Shengming readily agreed.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but think of a famous saying: Tonight, all expenses will be paid by Master Tang!

If that was the case, he would have to order the prettiest foreign girls and open a few bottles of the most expensive red wine...

The car slowly came to a stop.

Sure enough, they had arrived at the Club International. It was the main entrance on Avenue Joffre.

Last time, Zhang Yong had also entered from here. But he had used a false identity. This time, he wondered if he would be recognised.

"Let's go!'

Tang Shengming obviously frequented this place.

With a wave of his hand, someone immediately took the lead. And people kept coming up to greet him warmly.

It was still afternoon. But there were already many people inside the nightclub.

Among them, there were a lot of foreigners. There were people of all skin colours. There were even black people.

The most conspicuous are the Indian men wearing turbans.

There are also Middle Eastern men dressed in white robes. Well, they are already local tyrants now.

There are also beautiful women from various countries. They are dressed up and swaying with their movements.

Those long, slender legs. It really is all legs below the waist. It's dazzling. It's overwhelming.

I must admit that this international nightclub really lives up to its name, with people from 30 to 40 countries. There are also many Japanese people.

I saw quite a few Japanese people. They were wearing loose-fitting robes. They were easy to spot.

'Snap!'

'Snap!'

Suddenly there was the sound of whips cracking.

I couldn't help looking over. I saw that a few black slaves were being whipped.

I saw someone coming over. Those black slaves were immediately taken away. Obviously to avoid prying eyes. It was as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yong pretended not to see.

This was not something he could do anything about. Even Abraham Lincoln couldn't have stopped this.

Lincoln could only free the slaves within the United States. Other countries would not listen to him. The African independence revolution would not happen for decades.

'Third young master!'

A beautiful blonde woman came up.

Zhang Yong looked at her thoughtfully. This was the standard Central European beauty.

When they were young, they were all exceptionally beautiful...

Well, that was referring to when they were young. If they were not young anymore, then...

'Is Safiya here?'

'I'm sorry, third young master, Safiya is not available these days!'

'Is drinking wine inconvenient?'

'If it's just drinking wine, of course it's fine. I'll ask her to come right away.'

'And also ask Selia to come along!'

'Okay.'