Chapter 723: Harmful Spirit

At first, I thought she was naturally dumb.

Then I found out that she was actually a liar.

Now, Zhang Yong suddenly realised that her ultimate state is actually a harmful spirit!

On the surface, she seems harmless.

In reality, she is lethal.

With just a few words, she sent Liu Shanhu to the depths of hell.

It really doesn't take much for a pretty girl to do harm. You don't even get a chance to defend yourself.

After Aoiji Akiyama finished speaking, she floated away...

Well, floated away...

It was as if she had come a long way just to say those few words.

Liu Shanhu tried to go after her, but was stopped.

Zhang Yong stopped him with a smile. Let's wait until that little devil is gone.

He likes such a cooperative little devil.

We need to cooperate again next time.

'Boss Liu, you are very proactive.'

'You're talking nonsense!'

'Yes. I'm talking nonsense. What did you talk about with the Japanese Consul-General? Work together against Boss Du?'

'You, you, don't slander. You, you...'

'That girl just now, she is Shigeaki Akiyama's daughter, right?'

'I, I, how would I know?'

'Shigeaki Akiyama is the Japanese consul-general in Shanghai, right?'

'I, I, I don't know...'

'Boss Liu, you're in trouble. You don't even know Shigeaki Akiyama?'

'I, I, I...'

Liu Shanhu was sweating profusely.

Really, cold sweat was pouring off him.

He didn't know why he was so frightened.

Was it because he was worried that Boss Du would find out?

'Fine. You can go! I don't think you'd dare go after Aoi Akiyama's daughter. Please.'

'I, I, I...'

Liu Shanhu stood there in a daze. His hair began to smoke. It was as if his brain was burning intensely.

He wasn't afraid of Zhang Yong. Really. He too came from the underworld. What kind of blackmail and extortion tactics hadn't he seen?

However, Aoi Akiyama's words had suddenly made him feel cold all over.

Do you think that word will reach Boss Du's ears? What will Boss Du think?

Boss Du will definitely say, 'It's fine, I believe you. I believe you definitely didn't go to Aoi Akiyama. But behind closed doors...

Maybe, at some point, he will be ambushed.

Without a sound.

Disappear without a trace.

Just like Liu Heizi back then. Mysteriously disappeared.

That was still done by Zhang Xiaolin. If Boss Du does it, it will be even more satisfying.

Shocked.

'It's all your fault!' Liu Shanhu suddenly stared hysterically at Zhang Yong, 'Zhang Yong, I'm not finished with you...'

His voice suddenly stopped.

But Zhang Yong suddenly lunged, knocking him to the ground.

Then with a knee strike, he quickly mounted Liu Shanhu and began to beat him up.

You're not finished, are you?

I'll show you!

I'll show you how to scream!

Liu Shanhu lost his advantage and was in trouble.

He was not known for his bravery. If they had faced each other, one-on-one, he might not have lost. But Zhang Yong attacked him without warning.

He was taken by surprise and fell, and there was no time to fight back.

The others tried to rush in to help. But Dou Wanjiang and the others immediately isolated them.

Everyone there was an old hand. No one fired a shot.

Everyone knew that it was enough to just pretend. If they really fired, they would be looking for death.

The other side had more people. More submachine guns. If they came under a hail of bullets, none of them would survive. So why be so stubborn?

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

Liu Shanhu screamed.

Zhang Yong had specifically hit him in the waist. It made him feel unbearable pain.

In fact, when two people wrestled, the most feared area to be controlled was the waist. Once the waist could no longer exert force, it would be tragic.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong had mastered this technique despite not having learned anything else.

After all, the training at the FSS was very targeted.

To grab someone, grab their waist first.

As long as you control the other person's waist, they won't be able to roll over.

Sure enough, Liu Shanhu struggled desperately, but he was never able to muster any strength. Gradually, he ran out of strength to struggle.

'Pah!'

'Pah!'

Zhang Yong then began to slap him.

I told you to wear gold-rimmed glasses! I told you to act refined! I told you to act like a big shot!

I'll beat you until you can't even look after yourself.

One slap sent the gold-rimmed glasses flying.

Then he stood up and gave Liu Shanhu two kicks in the lower back.

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

After Liu Shanhu screamed, he was completely paralyzed.

His lower back had been severely injured. It was as if a snake had its seven inches cut off, and it was hard for it to even struggle. Not to mention standing up.

Zhang Yong took the opportunity to crouch down. He felt the body.

And took all the valuables he could find.

He had no mercy on people like this. It was already kind of him not to strip the body completely.

He found a stack of US dollars. All of them were 10 yuan bills. There were almost 500 US dollars. Good. It was considered the spoils of the fight just now.

There were also some scattered banknotes. Together, they were worth 3,000 yuan.

Gold watch, Rolex, take it!

There's also a pocket watch, also made of gold. Take it.

He's not one of the organisation's people. So, don't worry about organisational discipline.

No way.

Do evil deeds.

This is the style of the Fuxing Society's secret service, anyway.

At last, stand up.

Liu Shanhu tried to struggle to his feet, but found he couldn't.

Damn it. His waist was disabled.

It felt as if he had lost all feeling below the waist.

'Throw him out,'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Someone came up and dragged Liu Shanhu away.

Liu Shanhu's men looked at each other, at a loss.

Dou Wanjiang said in a deep voice, 'Drop your weapons.'

Zhang Yong gave Liu Shanhu another kick.

The dying Liu Shanhu just wanted to get away as soon as possible and save his life, and called out intermittently, 'Drop it, drop it...'

His men one after the other dropped their weapons. Liu Shanhu was picked up. Then they left in a flurry.

Dou Wanjiang looked at Zhang Yong and asked if they should pursue them.

Zhang Yong shook his head. He said no. He hadn't squeezed all the juice out of the other party yet. It would be too easy for them to die.

A few red dots were approaching. They were the injured Japanese.

When they came out, they were still a bit arrogant. But when they saw a bunch of dark gun barrels, they immediately retreated.

'Bah!'

Dou Wanjiang despised them.

What samurai. They're cowards even when faced with a gun.

A little while later. Zhang Yong went to the room where the seriously injured man was.

The map still had no yellow dots.

Who the hell was this guy?

Boss Miao definitely wouldn't say. Never mind. No need to ask.

A red dot arrived. It was Liu Xi.

'Come here for a second.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong and she went to the end of the corridor.

Liu Xi looked outside and around, then stopped and hesitated.

'What is it? Speak,'

'He has internal injuries,'

'What?'

'The person you sent to us has internal injuries. It seems to have been caused by a blunt object. But you didn't tell me,'

'A blunt object?'

Zhang Yong was puzzled.

It seemed that Boss Miao had not mentioned it either.

'There are blunt force injuries. There are also signs of handcuffs on the wrists. There are also signs of binding on the arms. It has been cleaned up. But only the surface has been cleaned up. The muscles inside still have marks.'

'Really?'

'I'm a doctor.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Liu Xi was subtly reminding him that this seriously injured person was probably not as simple as he seemed.

Boss Miao only said that the other person had a gunshot wound. He didn't say anything about other injuries. Could it be that the other injuries were not important? Or perhaps Boss Miao was not sure?

Or perhaps this seriously injured person was hiding something...

'He is your informant?'

'Yes.'

'Let me be frank. He may have been captured by the enemy. Only people who have been captured will have such marks on their bodies. Of course, it is also possible that he likes to handcuff himself with handcuffs or tie himself with ropes.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong was sincere.

Whether Liu Xi was a Japanese spy or not, this reminder was very kind.

I believe Li Shiqun also wanted to make the hook perfect. However, there is nothing in the world that is perfect.

When he captured his targets, he would definitely use violence, handcuffs, and ropes. There would definitely be traces left behind. When the target defected and decided to cooperate, it would be very difficult to completely remove these traces. A professional doctor like Liu Xi would definitely be able to tell.

Can Boss Miao tell?

I'm not sure.

Sometimes, being concerned can be confusing. Those in the know are often the most confused.

But it is also possible that Boss Miao and the others are pretending not to know anything, playing along with the plan, luring you into a trap, and reversing the operation.

The underground party has survived until now, so they are definitely not stupid.

It seems that before in Tianjinwei, Zhang Yong had no idea about Yan Guangkun's operation at all.

They are all highly skilled people.

He can only watch as the immortals fight.

'Are you free tonight?'

'You want to invite me to dinner?'

'Yes.'

'Are you inviting me alone, or are you bringing someone else?'

'Of course I'm inviting you alone.'

'Great. I accept. But you can't bring anyone else. Otherwise, I won't go.'

'I promise I won't bring anyone else.'

'Good. See you tonight.'

'See you tonight.'

Liu Xi walked away cleanly. Her back looked a little heroic.

If only she weren't a Japanese spy...

In fact, it doesn't matter if she is a Japanese spy. There are other beautiful Japanese spies around him.

After the war is over, their files will all be destroyed. They will become people who don't exist. Naturally, no one will know their past.

When the Japanese invaders were about to lose the war, they destroyed a lot of files. Especially those related to the secret service, almost all of them were destroyed.

Therefore, after August 15, 1945, no one knows how many Japanese spies are still hiding in China.

They used to hide behind their Chinese identity. Now that the archives have been completely destroyed, no one will ever know their true identity. So they became bona fide Chinese. They got married and had children. They reproduced. Generation after generation...

Alas...

Take someone to chase Qiu Shan Ao Zi.

This little pest. He needs to go and find her to say hello.

It's fine to harm others. But don't harm yourself.

Fortunately, he's not afraid of her harming him either.

Soon after, he did indeed see a red dot marked on the map. It was her.

He was puzzled. It seemed that she was near a large group of white dots.

He approached quietly. He found her on a balcony watching the people below sing opera.

She stood there alone, not afraid of the small gangsters harassing her. However, it is estimated that most of the gang leaders knew that she was Japanese.

After all, she was alone. And she wasn't wearing a kimono. But the clothes she was wearing were obviously characteristic of the East. As long as they weren't blind, they probably wouldn't go looking for trouble. And a true anti-Japanese person would never bully a girl who looked naturally dumb.

Alas, this little trouble-maker, really.

She had thought of everything. What natural dumb. It was all the result of her careful planning.

Zhang Yong appeared.

Aoi Akiyama seemed to think that he would catch up.

She looked back at him.

She even smiled at him.

Her smile was cold.

What a cold beauty. What a trouble maker.

Zhang Yong looked around, came over to Aoi's side as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, 'Aoi-san, thank you.'

'You don't need to thank me,' Aoi said, 'it's what I should do.'

'Why do you say that?'

'You're the only person who cares about me.'

'Me?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

This girl speaks so strangely. Is this some kind of sweet talk?

But why did she say that?

'Buy me a drink.'

'A drink?'

'Yellow wine. I like your Shaoxing yellow wine.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong was secretly surprised.

A girl who looks so natural and dumb actually likes to drink?

Okay, I'll buy you a drink.

And continue to help me harm people in the future. She giggled strangely.

Find a restaurant.

Serve yellow wine.

Fill it up.

'Please.'

'Please.'

'I have a question. Why do you say I'm the only one who cares about you?'

'Because you've shown me the way.'

'What?'

'You persuaded my father to send me to Brazil.'

'You call that showing the way?'

'I hadn't thought of it before. You reminded me.'

'What do you hope to achieve?'

'We will lose the war. The consequences of defeat will be dire. We can only survive by fleeing.'

'You? Lose the war?'

Zhang Yong felt that she might be leading him on.

The so-called beauty strategy is actually a strategy of the heart. Could she be trying to use the beauty strategy?

"Yes. We will lose the war.'

'I'd like to hear more.'

'Our opponent is not you, China. We can still completely defeat you.'

'Not necessarily...'

'Zhang Sang, I understand your pride. But I can say with certainty that if we fight you alone, we will definitely not be defeated. At most, we will draw. And finally, we will negotiate peace.'

'Then what you said about defeat...'

'America will defeat us.'

'America...'

Zhang Yong took a moment to react. She had said 'America'.

Translations from this era are a little different from those of later generations. She is Japanese. Translating English into Chinese is the same as being a second-hand dealer.

Okay, she has brought up the United States. She is not a natural idiot after all.

'You believe that?'

'It's a very simple calculation. You can do it in your head.'

'Oh.'

Zhang Yong didn't continue to ask.

Her mental world may indeed be different from the average person.

With such a high IQ, she tends to think too much. And then she gets stuck. Sometimes she gets so caught up in a problem that she can't find a way out.

She said Japan would lose the war. And in the end, they did.

She said they lost to the United States of Beauty. Not entirely wrong.

In fact, if the Japanese hadn't been so fanatical, they could have worked out the result with a simple calculation.

With so few resources and a small population, but such big ambitions, what could they do?

"I want to make money.'

'What?'

'I said, I want to make money.'

'What are you going to do with the money?'

'Emigrate to Brazil.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

It turned out that other people were not naturally stupid at all!

Feng Nanshu was not naturally stupid, let alone her? If she really was naturally stupid, where would she dare to hang out?

"As long as I can make money, I can do anything for you.'

'It seems like you don't need to...'

'Zhang Sang, my father is a very good money-making tool.'

'This...'

'I can use his power to create a lot of convenience for you.'

'You're not afraid of him?'

'He's just temporarily blinded. Once the dominoes start to fall, he'll be the first to jump ship.'

'So what's your plan?'

'I don't have a plan. I can't do anything. I can only give you support.'

'I want to kill the Japanese invaders.'

'As long as it makes money. You can kill whoever you want. I'll help you.'

'Are you serious?'

'They're all going to die in the end anyway. There's no difference between dying early or dying late. Dying early is also a relief for them.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was ashamed.

Sure enough, too smart women are scary.

Because their self-awareness is too strong. They simply won't consider the feelings of others.

So-called character defects, or just like that.

'Zhang Sang, I was right. You don't need to worry about me. Of all the people involved in this war, only one in ten will survive. Especially those who clamoured for war from the beginning. Their ashes will soon be mixed with the rotting sludge, and it will be impossible to tell them apart.'

'Maybe so...'

Zhang Yong felt strange. Sometimes, she was terrifyingly wise. But also ruthless.

However, she was also right. The people who started the war would soon be consumed by the battlefield. For example, Kiyoshi Ichiki, who started the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, was beaten to pieces on Gua Island and left unrecognisable.

By 1942, basically all the Japanese soldiers who had been sent to the battlefield in 1937 had died. Although the names of many Japanese divisions and regiments still existed, the officers and soldiers had long since been replaced many times over. The chances of survival for those who had been most fervent in starting the war were probably less than 10%.

It was ironic to say the least.

If they had known that this was the outcome, would they have started the war?

If Kiyonao Ichiki had known that he would die in a place like Kwajalein, would he have still clamoured for an attack on Wanping City?

Those who started wars so recklessly are all sinners in history...

'Your target?'

'One million dollars. No more, no less.'

'That much?'

'Of course. I don't like living a hard life.'

'You...'

Zhang Yong was defeated.

It's as if I'm used to living a hard life.

I don't like living a hard life either. Okay. Who wants to live a hard life? Isn't there a way out?

I also want to spend money and get drunk, okay?

The problem is that the little money in my hands doesn't allow it.

But...

If she cooperates, it seems that it is indeed possible to do something new.

As long as Aoi Akiyama is still in power, this power can be fully utilized. If you don't use it, it will expire. Do you have to wait until the Japanese invaders surrender unconditionally before you can use it?

'Okay, we'll cooperate,' Zhang Yong nodded.

'You name the goal and the plan,' Aiko Akiyama's eyes sparkled with pleasure.

Zhang Yong: ...

You're sick.

Are you happy when you think of harming people?

Fine, I'll choose a goal. Squeeze him dry.

'Zhang Xiaolin.'