Chapter 374: Confession

Zhang Yong's face was expressionless.

The two Japanese spies were hurting each other. He was responsible for the talking.

'But...'

Hao Sang was still hesitating.

After all, he was one of their own. He didn't want to do it right away.

However, Zhang Yong coldly rolled his eyes and said, 'What? Are you also Japanese?'

'I'm not!' Hao Sang hurriedly replied.

He gritted his teeth and took the wooden spoon.

He began to ladle the oil.

The wooden spoon was large and he filled it halfway.

Halfway should be enough, right?

'Brother Hao, you're suspected of collaborating with the enemy!' Zhang Yong said behind him.

'I, I didn't...' Brother Hao had no choice but to put the wooden spoon down again. Fill it up. At this time, the oil in the fish baking tray had already boiled.

It was scalding hot and radiating heat.

No one else dared to look.

And no one dared to think.

A ladle of boiling oil was poured...

Even Gu Baofeng shivered.

How had they not realised that Zhang Yong was so ruthless? No wonder he was so good at catching spies. He must be a bit psychopathic!

'Pour it into your crotch first,'

'Then pour it from the top again,'

'After a few minutes, pour it again and again,'

'This way, the whole person is slowly cooked.'

Zhang Yong said slowly.

Lord Qing's face turned even more ugly.

Hao San's heart also trembled violently. The wooden spoon in his hand shook.

So cruel.

'Pour!'

'Yes...'

Hao San gave it his all.

He couldn't expose himself.

Otherwise, who knew if the next person to be doused in oil would be him?

It was better to pour oil on someone else than to be poured on by someone else, right?

He could not imagine what would happen if a full ladle of hot oil were to land on him.

He would definitely not be able to hold on...

What's more, the other party was going to pour it over and over again...

'I'll talk!'

'I'll talk!'

Prince Qing suddenly shouted.

He was terrified. He was terrified. He broke down. He could not hold on any longer.

If he were to be beaten, he could hold on.

If he were even to be arrested and sent to prison, he might be able to hold on.

But being poured a large ladle of hot oil without any regard for his feelings was something he really couldn't handle. The fear caused him to completely lose it.

And the repeated pouring of oil, which cooked the entire person, became the last straw that broke him.

'Speak.'

'I, I, I...'

'Keep pouring.'

'I said, I'm Japanese, I'm Japanese...'

'Name.'

'Shimokaku Jinan.'

Lord Qing answered honestly.

He didn't want to suffer.

He didn't want the boiling hot oil to fall on him. He didn't want to become an acquaintance.

'Cen Jiao Zi'nan?'

'Yes.'

'Cen Jiao...'

Zhang Yong pondered the surname thoughtfully.

Had he come across a surname like this before? It seemed not. Okay. There was no point in delving into Japanese surnames.

There were also people with the surname Sunzi. What Watanabe, Noda, Takahashi...

'What is your mission?'

'Long-term infiltration.'

'What for?'

'Disguise yourself as a Chinese, build up your influence and wait for the right moment.'

'So, you built up your own influence in Anqing?'

'A little...'

Kakujiro Senkaku didn't want to be too confident.

In fact, building up influence was not that easy. It required a lot of money.

Before, with more stable financial support, it was relatively easy to build up influence. But now, with the financial chain broken, it was difficult to maintain influence.

It was still difficult for a newly established gang to be completely self-sufficient.

Even if a spy is very capable and has very professional skills, it is impossible to achieve success overnight.

'What is the biggest difficulty?'

'Huh?'

'I asked you, what is the biggest difficulty you have encountered so far?'

'I have no money...'

Zhen Jiao Ernan answered honestly.

It seems that the other party's line of questioning is very strange. They didn't ask for intelligence. Nor did they ask about other spies.

They just came straight to these random questions.

It seems that there is no problem if you answer everything truthfully. He really does lack money!

The reason he came down the Yangtze from Anqing to Nanjing this time was to seek help here. He needs financial support.

'Money, money...'

His neighbour, Brother Hao, also feels the same way.

He has formed a fish gang. The biggest difficulty he has encountered is also a lack of money.

Previously, there was external financial support, which allowed him to solve many problems. But now that is gone too.

The reply from the online community was that the organisation was currently experiencing financial difficulties. There was no financial support for the time being. He had to find a way to solve the problem himself.

With no choice, Brother Hao had to work harder at fishing. He left early in the morning and returned late at night.

However, fishing only earned a small amount of money.

Without money, no one would listen to you. Your words are not effective.

Even though he suggested organising the Fishing Gang, the others had forgotten about him.

Money, money...

Money, money...

Without money, you can't get anywhere!

Unwittingly, Hao San-ge quietly set his sights on Zhang Yong.

This guy seems to have a lot of money.

Maybe I can solve my problem by getting a little from him?

Of course, the prerequisite is that the other person doesn't find out.

Then you have to show something.

For example...

Suddenly, his head heated up, and he went up and slapped Sen Jiao's second son.

Kill this guy!

He actually gave in! He actually confessed!

Damn it! Shame on the Empire of Japan!

"Pang!'

It was very loud.

Senjaku Tsugio's left cheek immediately turned red and swollen.

'Pang!'

Hao San gave him another slap.

He wanted to help the Empire of Japan teach the other man a lesson.

You are a warrior of the Empire!

How could you betray it?

'Damn it!'

Senjaku Tsugio glared menacingly.

He stared at Hao San fiercely. It was as if he wanted to eat him alive.

But Hao San was not afraid.

The other guy is tied up!

Ceng Jiao's son was tied up so tightly that he couldn't move at all.

'Untie him!'

Suddenly, Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Someone immediately untied Ceng Jiao's son.

Hao San: ?

What's going on?

Oh!

Why was he untied?

Damn it!

'Baka!'

Ceng Jiao's son immediately pounced on Hao San.

The others were all armed. He couldn't afford to provoke them. But this Hao Sange didn't. So...

He picked the softest one to squeeze. He was going to kill this son of a bitch.

Someone told you to pour oil. No one told you to hit his face. You took it upon yourself to come up and slap me in the face, and I'm going to beat the shit out of you!

"Boss!'

'Boss!'

Hao Sange saw that this was bad and hurriedly called for help.

But it was useless. Zhang Yong did it on purpose. He deliberately wanted the two men to become sworn enemies.

That way, he could control them in the future!

First, hit.

Then, talk.

'Baka!'

Sure enough, Cen Jiao's second son grabbed Hao San and started punching him.

Hao San wanted to fight back. But he was worried about revealing his true strength. You're just a fisherman, how can you be a master fighter?

There are so many people around, if they don't notice, you'll be in trouble.

If his identity is revealed, he will be the one to get the hot oil poured on him.

So...

he can only fight back passively.

The second man from Cenjiao, on the other hand, is fighting recklessly.

He doesn't know Hao's identity either. He thinks that the other person is Zhang Yong's accomplice. If I can't get the main guy, I can get you, right?

Liu Daowu: ?

Dai Yice: ?

Gu Bafeng: ?

Everyone looked at Zhang Yong with confusion.

What was going to happen...

In the end, Zhang Yong shook his head. He indicated that there was no need to intervene. So, they also held back. They also isolated the others from the outside fish gang.

'No, what is this for?'

'Hey, hey, what is this for?'

Wei Da was completely confused. What was this play?

Why did they catch a Japanese? And then the Japanese fought with Brother Hao San? It seemed that Brother Hao San was no match. He was beaten up badly.

He wanted to go up and help. But Zhang Yong stopped him, saying, 'Stay where you are. Keep grilling the fish. We'll eat it when it's ready!'

'But, they...' Wei Da wanted to say something, but in the end, he chose to keep quiet.

He could see the displeasure in Zhang Yong's eyes.

Fine. Let them fight.

He turned around and went back to grilling the fish. Meanwhile, he heard the screams coming from behind him.

It was Hao San who was suffering.

He was the one screaming. He was being beaten up badly.

The reason was that he was afraid of revealing his identity. He was afraid of revealing his attribute of being 'too capable of fighting'.

If he had used all his skills and fought against Senkaku Jinan, he might not have lost. However, in that case, someone would definitely suspect him.

The result was...

He was beaten until he was bloody and his face was swollen.

'Baka!'

'Die!'

Senkaku Jinan became more and more excited as he fought. He couldn't stop.

He was going to die anyway. He wanted to enjoy the moment before he died.

Seeing that he was about to beat Hao Sange to death, Zhang Yong stepped in to stop him. Stop it. If you keep beating him, he'll really die.

Everyone immediately pulled Cen Jiao's second son away.

Hao Sange simply lay on the ground and pretended to be in pain. He pretended to be seriously injured.

In fact, he was indeed seriously injured.

His eyes were bleeding. His nose was bleeding. It was miserable.

His hatred for Cen Jiao's second son had reached its limit. He was thinking of ways to get rid of the guy.

'How do you feel?'

Zhang Yong asked Cen Jiao's second son.

Cen Jiao's second son stood there blankly. He was at a loss.

'I'll let you go back!'

'What?'

'I'll let you go back.'

'Huh?'

Cen Jiao's second son couldn't believe it.

He didn't think he was hearing what he was hearing.

Zhang Yong was letting him go back?

How was that possible?

He must have heard it wrong.

'I'm letting you go back,' Zhang Yong said, waving his hand. He emphasised the words.

'You...' After his initial joy, Cen Jiao's second thoughts slowly set in. Then he realised that he couldn't go back.

If he did...

Superior: How did you get back?

Answer: The enemy let me go back.

Question: Why did the enemy let you go back?

Answer: I don't know! They just let me go back.

Superior: Baka! You think I'm stupid? You must have defected. You must have betrayed a lot of secrets.

Answer: I didn't...

Superior: Baka! Take him out! Beat him up! Kill the traitor!

And then...

There was no then.

Who would believe that he was really released unconditionally?

It's a joke!

The best result would be to commit hara-kiri.

In fact, from the moment he confessed, there was no chance of going back.

Going back would also mean death.

No one believed he was innocent.

'I'm not going back.'

'Why?'

'I've been exposed. There's no going back.'

'So what are you thinking?'

'I...'

Kakunosuke Senzo was at a loss.

Today's events were completely beyond his expectations.

In fact, he never imagined he would be arrested so quickly. And that he would be exposed so quickly.

There's no reason...

Wait! What did Zhang Yong just say?

An insider?

Someone betrayed him?

Baka!

It must be so!

Someone must have betrayed his information.

Damn it!

Damn the traitor! He must die!

Otherwise, how could the Chinese intercept him so accurately?

The Yangtze River is so big, with an endless flow of water, and how many ships and people come and go? Why did they arrest him in particular?

'Don't think too much. You won't be able to catch him,' Zhang Yong said.

'I...' Sen Kakuji nipped his teeth together.

Of course he understood what Zhang Yong was saying. The other party was referring to the traitor.

The other party had even admitted without any hesitation that there was a traitor. This meant that the traitor was hiding very deeply. There was absolutely no way that he could be discovered easily.

After thinking about it, Cen Jiao's second son turned around and left.

The others???

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The crowd then stepped aside. They let Cen Jiao's second son leave.

Although he didn't understand why Zhang Yong was doing this, he guessed it had something to do with fishing for big fish in the long term.

'No! We can't let him go back!'

Suddenly, Hao San, who was lying on the ground, screamed hysterically.

We can't let him go!

This guy is already a traitor.

If he goes back, he will definitely endanger the entire organisation.

Baka!

We must kill him.

Hao San struggled to get up...

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

But it was Senkaku Jinan who had returned. He had heard Hao Sange's cry.

Senkaku Jinan was already in a very bad mood. He was looking for someone to vent his anger on. Hearing Hao Sange's cry from behind, he flew into a rage.

Without further ado, he turned around and came back to beat Hao Sange up again.

Hao Sange was so anxious and angry that he almost revealed his true form on the spot and killed the other person in retaliation.

Unfortunately, in the end, he didn't dare.

For the sake of the Great Japanese Empire, he had to bear the humiliation.

The result was...

His eye was smashed again. His teeth were knocked out again. His nose bled and splattered.

It turned out to be disability level 5. Now it's disability level 7.

If it weren't for Zhang Yong's genuine concern that Sen Kakushi would kill someone and his order to drag him away, otherwise, Brother Hao would really have been killed.

'Boss...'

'Boss...'

Brother Hao San was sniffling and tearful, pleading with Zhang Yong to do something.

Zhang Yong looked at him sympathetically. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself. In the end, he sighed and said helplessly, 'We need an informant. I'm sorry.'

'But...'

'He will bring us good news.'

'But...'

Brother Hao San wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

After all this time, the traitor was actually fine. He even walked away with style.

Instead, the 'innocent' bystander suffered misfortune.

What a tragedy...

When will these injuries heal?

Originally, his superiors had no funding to support him, and he didn't even have the money to buy medicine. How can he heal?

For a moment, Brother Hao San was overcome with grief and couldn't help but cry.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong ignored him. He turned a blind eye.

This son of a bitch really knows how to act. And he wants to arouse sympathy?

Really. You think I'll sympathise with you?

Cry all you like!

You'll have plenty of time to cry later.

You know, that guy Ceng Jiao's second son will definitely keep on giving you trouble.

Just ignore him.

I'll just eat my grilled fish in peace.

At this point, most of the grilled fish is ready.

Let's eat.

Dig in.

Eat and drink to your heart's content.

Let's get going again.

We continue west along the river.

It's evening by now. Night is falling. The shanty town is filling up with people.

Many ordinary people who have worked hard all day are gradually returning to their 'homes'. They start preparing dinner. Vegetarian or not, they still have to fill their stomachs.

All the adults look sad. They are obviously exhausted from life's hardships.

Only the children, who don't know the hardships of life, are still happily running around.

Zhang Yong walks silently.

There is no such thing as a golden decade.

After years of war, the country's strength is even weaker. There is no way to develop.

It was only after 1949 that...

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

But he was face-to-face with a woman.

She was the woman who looked a bit like Li Jingzhi.

The one who could shoot.

Suddenly, she emerged from the shack next to them, bending down.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?

The other person: ? ? ?

Both were stunned.