Chapter 479: the case was handled by the Fuxing Society, and that was how it was

Zheng Song moved over step by step.

Very reluctantly. But he had to come over.

He saw Zhang Yong cleaning up the other policemen. He was worried that he would be the next one.

For a moment, Zheng Song felt that he was in great danger.

This Zhang Yong is too brutal.

He really did beat people up. His subordinates were all a bunch of animals.

They looked young. But they were very cruel when beating people up. They beat people until their heads were bleeding.

They were cruel.

So cruel.

It was terrifying to go against someone like that.

However, he wanted to surrender. He couldn't bear the shame. So he was torn.

'Come here!'

Zhang Yong raised his voice.

Zheng Song couldn't help but tremble. He hurriedly came over.

Zhang Yong's smile was insincere.

and stared at him menacingly.

In fact, he hadn't done anything deliberately. It was all in the other person's imagination.

'Did your brother-in-law answer the phone?'

'...No.'

'Oh, then your brother-in-law has gone to make out with one of his other concubines and forgotten about your sister.'

'...

Zheng Song's face tensed up. It looked terrible. But he didn't dare to lash out.

How dare he lash out when Zhang Yong was so fierce?

He could only be secretly stabbed in the heart. He was stabbed again and again. It was miserable.

In fact, he himself was also very puzzled. Obviously, he had already reported his identity, so why didn't the police chief answer the phone?

It had been said before that everything was fine. If there was anything, they could just ask him?

Why did he hide when he heard Zhang Yong's name?

'Ah Zheng!'

Zhang Yong spoke with deep meaning. He sneered at the corner of his mouth.

This guy really thought he was a dish. He really thought Cao Jianzhang would listen to him.

What a big joke.

I guess Cao Jianzhang won't dare to come out when he hears his name.

Over there, Li Boqi must have already started to take action. Cao Jianzhang couldn't possibly not feel it.

If he really was that stupid, he wouldn't have made it to the position of police chief.

'Do what?'

Zheng Song responded nonchalantly.

Suddenly, he noticed two agents approaching and sandwiching him.

Zhang Yong picked up a shoe sole that was used for beating people and slapped him twice. His cheeks instantly turned red and swollen.

'You...'

'I'm just reminding you. In the future, get your position straight.'

'You...'

'You should thank me. If I report this, you'll get shot. Who do you think Chiang Kai-shek is? Go ask your cheap brother-in-law if he dares say such things.'

'I...'

'Slap yourself 20 times. Hard. Otherwise, I'll drag you to the beach and execute you.'

'What? How dare you...'

'Snap!'

'Snap!'

He got two more shoe-inserts.

Instantly, both cheeks became even more red and swollen. They were more pig-like than pig livers. They were dark red and shiny.

'I said, slap yourself. Didn't you hear me?'

'I, you dare...'

'Pat!'

'Pat!'

As a result, there was another flurry of slaps.

Since you are unwilling to slap yourself, Zhang Yong will do it for you.

After the beating, Zheng Song fainted directly.

Zhang Yong put away the shoe pads.

Fainted?

Good! Fainting is good. Fainting is good.

When he wakes up later, go back and find your cheap brother-in-law and tell him that I, Zhang Yong, hit you.

If your brother-in-law is stubborn, he can come and get revenge from me.

'Let's go.'

'Investigate the case!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He never looked at the unconscious Zheng Song on the ground again. He treated him like a dead dog.

Zhu Yuan had long ago told the police to get out of the way.

Soon, Zhang Yong and Lin Beiqiu entered the depths of the concession. Catherine followed them step by step.

The police no longer dared to be negligent. They hurriedly followed.

Even Zheng Song was knocked unconscious. They weighed themselves up. How dare they confront Zhang Yong?

"Detective Lin, do you have any clues?'

'Kalabu Village.'

'What's that?'

'Kalabuk Village. An Indian shop.'

'Oh.'

Zhang Yong finally understood.

That's why the Chinese would name it that.

It turned out to be an Indian triad.

The current Indian triads actually feel good about themselves.

After all, it was a colony of the British Empire. The British Empire did spend some cost on its construction.

Objectively speaking, some parts of India are actually quite developed.

Some Indians have access to education, healthcare and technology. They gradually feel like they are superior people. In the British concession, apart from the British, French and other first-class citizens, Indians can be considered second-class.

What class are the Chinese? I'm sorry. Last class.

The Calcutta mercantile house is very large. Business seems to be quite good. There are many rickshaws coming and going.

Large quantities of cotton cloth were transported from the docks. It then entered the cloth shop. It was then distributed to various places. To use the words of a history book, the machinery manufacturing industry gradually destroyed the handicraft industry.

This cotton cloth was all shipped from India. India has very abundant cotton resources. The British built weaving factories there, using high-tech water-powered looms and other technology to produce large quantities. The cotton cloth produced was of high quality and low cost, and even after being transported thousands of miles to Tianjin, there was still considerable profit.

Because the cloth was transported by foreigners, it was also called foreign cloth.

In big cities, foreign cloth had basically taken over the entire market. Traditional home-woven cloth was no match at all.

'What's the boss's name?'

'Tiwidi.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded. It was a name that was easy to remember.

If it was one of those complicated Indian names, then sorry, he definitely wouldn't be able to remember it.

Tiwidi...

Suddenly, Zhang Yong saw a coolie. It vaguely looked familiar.

A closer look. He suddenly remembered. The other person's name was Luo Changsheng. He was probably a member of the underground party.

At the time, it seemed that the other person was an employee of the Jinling Evening News printing plant? It seems that he was arrested. In the end, Zhang Yong used Zhou Yang's connections to get him out.

Unexpectedly, Luo Changsheng also made it to Tianjin.

Fang Huaizhou's identity was exposed on the Bund, so he moved to Tianjin.

This Luo Changsheng's identity may also have been exposed. So the organization transferred him to Tianjin as well.

It is a bold conjecture that the underground Red Party organisation may have gathered a considerable number of key personnel in North China. It may be related to the imminent 129 Movement.

Stay calm.

Go over and stop Luo Changsheng.

'Boss...'

'What's your name?'

'Li Junsheng.'

'Where are you from?'

'Lunan.'

'ID.'

'Here.'

Luo Changsheng took out his ID.

Zhang Yong checked it. Although it was simple, it was real.

It seems that there were also underground parties within the concession. Or there were channels for underground parties to operate.

The document was real.

It was the same as the one he made for Shi Bingdao at the beginning.

'It's fine. Go!' Zhang Yong waved his hand. Let Luo Changsheng leave.

At the same time, he secretly observed the other party.

He found that Luo Changsheng was very calm. There was not the slightest flaw.

It can be concluded that he is not a novice.

He should be an experienced underground worker. He may be a key figure.

He is probably in Tianjin on a very important mission. His physical strength is just a disguise.

To be honest, the work of a foot soldier is actually very free. You are paid by the piece. You can come and go as you please. You don't come if you have a mission. You come if you don't have a mission. Very free.

'Get out!'

'Get out!'

Suddenly, there was a commotion.

Looking up, Zhang Yong saw someone inside the cloth shop pushing Lin Beiqiu around.

Poor Lin Beiqiu, with his skinny body, how could he possibly compete with the others? He was pushed out in no time. The other policemen didn't help much either.

Zhang Yong just stood there, mouth agape.

Wu Liuji immediately led the men upstairs. Without saying a word, he used his pistol to hold the boss's head against the wall.

How do you do things?

I'll teach you now.

This is how we handle cases in the Fuxing Society.

The first thing we do is take control.

It's not your turn to speak.

I ask. You answer. Answer honestly. Otherwise, you'll be the one to suffer.

'What are you doing?'

'You...'

Boss San shouted angrily.

Relying on the fact that he was Indian, he really wasn't afraid of the Chinese causing trouble.

However, Zhu Renzhao pretended not to see.

Minister Anderson had explained that in the concession, Zhang Yong had special privileges. In order to get rid of the Japanese, Minister Anderson was also desperate.

Zhang Yong waved at Katherine.

'Get ready to take a photo!'

'Okay!'

Catherine agreed.

Zhang Yong went under the counter. He pushed aside the miscellaneous items underneath with one foot.

A Browning pistol leaked out from the gap.

The expression on the boss's face suddenly changed.

'Click!'

'Click!'

Catherine immediately took a photo.

At the same time, she was secretly curious. How did Zhang Yong find out that there was a gun inside?

"You, Tivardi?'

'Me, me, me...'

The boss's face turned grey.

He was in possession of a weapon.

He had been found out.

And he had been photographed.

This was a serious matter.

If it got out, he could be shot.

Possession of a firearm was a serious crime.

But if you had connections, you could just pretend it never happened.

These days, it was perfectly normal for businessmen to have a few pistols in their possession. If you didn't have a single gun, it would look very suspicious.

Many bosses of business associations or key members of the association have guns in their possession.

The situation is particularly alarming in the Guangdong and Guangxi provinces in the south.

Some business associations not only have a large number of firearms, but even 75mm mountain guns.

More than ten years ago, 50 out of 100 guns in the south were in the hands of business associations. This shows how willing businessmen are to invest in weapons and ammunition for self-protection.

Later, as the warlords in each province gradually grew stronger and the situation stabilised slightly, the business associations gradually surrendered their guns.

However, even so, there were still many people with guns.

Zhang Yong continued to walk further inside.

He kicked open a certain room door. He let someone enter to search.

Inside, he found a cellar.

He pried it open.

Inside, there were actually five British 77 rifles. There were also several hundred rounds of ammunition. There were also some valuables.

That's right. The valuables were immediately confiscated. The rifles were also taken out.

'Click!'

'Click!'

Catherine took some competent photos.

The boss, Tiwidi, suddenly looked as if he had been sat on by an elephant's buttocks.

'Boss, what's your explanation for this?'

'Me, me...'

'He has a question for you. Answer it seriously. I can let you off the hook.'

'I'll answer, I'll answer.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He walked out of the cloth shop.

If you don't take the toast, you'll be punished.

Look at the seized goods. Hey. It's all in British pounds. Exactly 5,000.

Although it's a bit less than he hoped for, Zhang Yong is very satisfied.

A little bit here and there adds up!

At this moment, the policemen looked at Zhang Yong as if he were a ghost.

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe it was real.

Everything had happened right under their noses. But it all seemed like a dream.

How did Zhang Yong know?

No. How did he know everything?

He knew where the boss hid his money. He knew where the boss hid his gun.

Everything was turned over. The boss immediately collapsed.

In fact, Zhang Yong didn't expect the updated map to be so useful.

Before, it was used to identify whether anyone nearby was carrying a weapon. He didn't expect it to also be used to find weapons.

Anyway, wouldn't it be great to use it to find the Japanese invaders' arms depots in the future?

If the Japanese invaders had an arms depot, it would be easy to find.

For a while, he was in a very good mood.

Then, he noticed a red dot appear nearby.

So, he was in an even better mood.