Chapter 743: This is a high-end game!

"Taijun My Lord, it's me, it's me...'

'I'm the woman by Sun Dingyuan's side. I'm the woman by Sun Dingyuan's side...'

'Taijun My Lord, Taijun My Lord...'

The woman, who had been captured alive, yelled loudly.

Zhang Yong: ?

Huh?

Something doesn't seem right.

This woman still doesn't know her true identity?

Hey, this is unbelievable.

However, it is all true.

Perhaps it is because she has been in hiding and has had little contact with the outside world.

And she was also there when I appeared with Aoi Akitsuki before. She saw everything clearly.

Since Aoi Akitsuki is the daughter of the Japanese consul-general, then of course I, who am standing next to her, am also a Japanese invader.

'What the...'

Wu Liuji is a rough man. He was about to give the other person a beating.

What Taigun! Your whole family is a Taigun!

Fortunately, he was stopped by Zhang Yong.

This misunderstanding seems to be able to be exploited.

Zhang Yong waved his hand, telling the others to temporarily withdraw. Don't say a word.

Otherwise, if they speak, they will most likely reveal themselves.

'It's you?' Zhang Yong said slowly, "Why have you become like this?'

'I, I..." The woman stammered.

'Are you here to find the anti-Japanese elements?' Zhang Yong raised his voice.

'No. No,' the woman suddenly became flustered, 'I'm not. I'm here to find a friend.'

'Sun Dingyuan, where is he working?'

'He, he...'

'Sun Dingyuan, where is he? Why isn't he with you?'

'He, he...'

The woman still stammered.

Zhang Yong concluded that there was something fishy going on.

Did Sun Dingyuan and his mistress get separated on purpose? Or did they fall out?

Either is possible.

But none of that matters.

What matters is where the huge amount of money Sun Dingyuan left behind is.

'Baka!'

Zhang Yong cursed angrily.

Suddenly, he felt that he should carry a Japanese knife with him.

At this time, if he drew the Japanese knife out with a swish, it would definitely scare the other person half to death.

However...

Right now...

there is none...

My personal space is too small. There is simply no room for a Japanese sword.

I'm so angry...

What a crappy system...

Everyone else can grow crops in their personal space...

As a result...

I suddenly noticed that my personal space had expanded a little.

It was really just a little. It might have extended by less than three centimetres in width. Just enough to fit a palm.

Sweat...

So stingy.

But it's better than nothing.

Draw out the trident.

'Speak. Where is Sun Dingyuan? What about the money he promised the empire?'

'What? What money...'

'Didn't Sun Dingyuan promise to donate a sum of money to the empire?'

'He...he...'

'Baka!'

Zhang Yong pressed the trident against the other person's throat.

The woman suddenly trembled violently. However, there was no change in her expression.

Apparently, her cheeks were covered in makeup. This makeup was inanimate. Of course, it could not express any emotions.

'He, he, he ran away with Dou Yishan...'

'Dou Yishan? Who works for?'

'He is the owner of the Paris Nightclub on the sea. He took Sun Dingyuan away.'

'Why didn't you follow?'

'He, he didn't want me to follow...'

'Where is Sun Dingyuan's money?'

'It's all with Dou Yishan. Dou Yishan took it.'

'No...'

Zhang Yong shook his head. Judging from this woman's lies,

she was Sun Dingyuan's mistress. She was clearly no ordinary person. She must be very good at lying.

Dou Yishan took all of Sun Dingyuan's money?

Impossible.

If that was the case, why would Dou Zhuhu still come after Sun Dingyuan?

To silence him?

There was no need.

Sun Dingyuan's goal was to get on the ship and go to the Beautiful Country. Once he's gone, there's no way he'll be coming back. Dou Yishan had no need to kill him at all.

However, during the previous fight, Dou Zhuhu clearly intended to kill Sun Dingyuan.

'You're lying! Baka!'

Zhang Yong raised the trident. He struck the other man's head hard.

The other person only had a disguise on his cheek. He didn't know what was on his head. But the blow felt very strong. It felt quite real.

So he hit him a few more times. He immediately knocked the other person's head dizzy, almost fainting on the spot.

Seeing that he could not hide it, the woman had no choice but to say helplessly, 'Sun Dingyuan left, taking some of the funds with him. He went to the Wusongkou Wharf...'

'What are you doing in the concession?' Zhang Yong said coldly.

'I, I...' The woman continued to stammer. Obviously, she could not justify herself.

Zhang Yong then searched the woman himself.

He found a large number of banknotes...

Wow!

So much!

I knew Sun Dingyuan was rich!

Damn, I chased after this guy for so long, but never got a decent amount of money.

It turns out it's here with his mistress!

There are over 30,000 Citibank banknotes alone. There are also over 30,000 HSBC banknotes. All in large denominations. All starting at 500 silver dollars.

There are also stacks of US dollars. And British pounds.

A rough count shows that there are more than 10,000 US dollars. It's very thick. The largest denomination is only 10 US dollars. There are thousands of British pounds. The largest denomination is also 10 US dollars.

Ah...

Quickly swallow it.

Fortunately, the space on his person has expanded a little.

Although it can't hold large items, it's perfectly fine for banknotes, US dollars and British pounds.

Okay, he must apologize for his earlier grumbling.

In fact, the system is quite good...

Continue to search the body.

No, it's 'continue to search'.

He also found some scattered banknotes on her. And some foreign currency.

He took them out and looked at them. Then he put them back.

The amount was too small. He didn't want them. He only wanted the big bills. Haha. He was very happy.

This woman really did carry quite a lot of wealth.

In the end, Sun Dingyuan managed to get some of Sun Dingyuan's money. Although not all of it. He was already very satisfied.

In a good mood, he didn't bother to make things difficult for the other person.

'You can go!'

'I...'

'Aren't you going to find someone? Go!'

'I...'

The woman had no choice but to leave.

All her belongings had been looted, so what was the point of looking for someone?

However, could she say no? She was afraid she would die on the spot.

This guy in front of her was a Japanese! He had no humanity. Not only did he want money, he also wanted her life!

She had warned Sun Dingyuan not to trust the Japanese, and she was right. Unfortunately, he had actually abandoned her and run away.

As expected, no matter how close a man is, you can never trust him.

By the time she came to her senses, Sun Dingyuan had disappeared without a trace. She had no choice but to find a way to escape on her own. After finally contacting the middleman, she was preparing to meet him at the Hotel Mader. However, on the way, she encountered some Japanese people and all her belongings were stolen.

Zhang Yong did not follow. There was no need.

He could keep a close eye on them using the map.

His attention was now on the foreign red dot.

This red dot, which had come to the Hotel Mader to try to meet up with his companion, was very cunning in its movements and did not take the usual routes.

It stopped and walked.

It even quietly turned around and walked back.

It circled the Hotel Mader, almost wandering around three times. It had not gone in yet.

Obviously, this was a very cautious guy.

However, the more cautious the other party is, the more important the task he is trying to accomplish.

In other words, it could be a potentially lucrative task.

He waved his hand. He moved the team further away, so as not to be discovered.

He waited until the other party met with the target.

Finally, after another hour or so, a red dot appeared in front of the hotel.

This was the first time Zhang Yong could see the other party clearly through the binoculars. He discovered that it was also a well-dressed man. He was wearing sunglasses.

Heh heh. He's someone. He's actually wearing sunglasses.

You have to know that sunglasses are definitely fashionable these days. The popularity rate is not high.

American pilots all wear sunglasses. However, in China, the pilots of the Nationalist government did not have this hobby.

It was not until the Flying Tigers were formed, and especially after the outbreak of the Pacific War, that a large number of American pilots and technicians entered China, setting off a trend of wearing sunglasses. The Nationalist government pilots followed suit. However, sunglasses were not standard issue and had to be purchased at their own expense. They were also quite expensive.

This Japanese spy was also carrying a dark red suitcase. It was very large. It seemed very heavy.

Unintentionally, Zhang Yong actually saw the Louis Vuitton (LV) logo on the suitcase.

Damn, LV. So pretentious? Love it, love it. This Japanese spy definitely has money.

Although there is no gold logo displayed, an LV suitcase is unlikely to be used simply to carry clothes.

I watched the man in a suit carrying an LV suitcase enter the hotel. The beautiful white Russian woman was still there. She smiled the whole time as she checked the man in. She was beaming.

However, the man in the suit appeared very indifferent. He didn't seem to say a word the whole time. He also didn't show any emotions.

Zhang Yong saw Katherine come out of the ballroom again. He also glanced at the Japanese spy twice. However, it was obvious that he didn't recognise the other person as a Japanese spy. The Japanese spy's attire made him look more like an overseas Chinese returnee. Someone who was relatively wealthy.

At that time, many Chinese had already gone to Southeast Asia or the United States to seek their fortunes. Although most of them suffered greatly, some managed to make a name for themselves. There were also many second-generation rich people among them. Studying abroad was already very common in the world of the rich.

After checking in, the target went into the elevator. A bellboy helped him carry his suitcase.

The map monitor showed that the target had checked into the third floor. Judging from the room number, it was probably 306, which was closer to 408, where the Japanese spy had stayed.

Zhang Yong felt that his previous nonsense might have had an effect. He had put down a small deposit to reserve the entire fourth floor. As a result, the hotel receptionist did not allocate a room on the fourth floor. Of course, it is also possible that this Japanese spy chose a different floor to avoid arousing suspicion.

Then the red dot stopped moving in the room. It seemed to be resting. It is also possible that it is waiting.

The red dot in the ballroom...

Wait.

Zhang Yong suddenly noticed something strange.

It was Sun Dingyuan's mistress who had also entered the ballroom. And she was approaching the Japanese spy.

'What...'

'Could it be...'

Zhang Yong felt that his thoughts were really unable to keep up.

Two Japanese spies...

Plus a mistress of Sun Dingyuan...

What were all these people gathering together for?

A League of Nations meeting?

Damn, this is high-level intrigue! I'm lacking in mental strength...

Then he realised that something was wrong. The person Sun Dingyuan's lover was approaching was not a Japanese spy. It was Yuan Bin, the assistant manager of the French Minister.

Zhang Yong then knew that Yuan Bin was not an ordinary person.

How could an ordinary person be involved in something extraordinary?

He was offered money by Catherine to get rid of him, and then approached by Sun Dingyuan's lover. This fully demonstrated that Yuan Bin was most likely a colleague.

Perhaps he is a French spy. He is responsible for gathering intelligence for the French and doing dirty work.

Gathering intelligence and doing dirty work are often inseparable. Just look at the functions of the CIA. Apart from gathering intelligence, it also initiates various unscrupulous operations.

Suddenly, another red dot appeared at the edge of the map. It was marked.

Check. It was Akagi Takasumi.

His eyebrows shot up. Is the fat lamb back?

Last time, this guy was so scared that he ran away, which took Zhang Yong by surprise.

I thought this guy would behave himself. I dare not come out easily. I didn't expect him to come out again in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, a dog can't change its habits.

As long as they are in this business, they like to operate in the dark.

Since Takatoshi Akagi has appeared, it means that the two Japanese spies in the hotel may be on a major mission.

However, Takatoshi Akagi did not approach the Hotel Mader. Instead, he stopped motionless in a private house 400 metres away. It seems unrelated to this matter?

It doesn't feel that simple...

Coincidence is impossible...

What is this cunning guy trying to do?

Continue observing.

Half an hour later, there was movement on the third floor of the Hotel Mader.

The Japanese spy with the Louis Vuitton suitcase has finally started to move. He leaves his room. He goes down the stairs to the first floor.

Zhang Yong raises his binoculars and sees him walk through the hotel lobby and head for the ballroom.

Is this guy going to make contact?

Zhang Yong doesn't care. He'll just enjoy looking at the pretty girl for a while.

Anyway, with the surveillance cameras, the Japanese spy can't get away.

He just happened to see that there was another pretty girl at the hotel reception. She's a little bit less than Aphrodite. She's also a super beauty.

The difference is that Aphrodite always wears a professional smile. The other one, on the other hand, keeps her face screwed up. Cold. Even when dealing with guests. But there is indeed something unique about this iceberg beauty.

As he watched, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

One of the marked white dots had disappeared. It was Sun Dingyuan's mistress.

Huh?

What's wrong with her?

She was clearly still next to Yuan Bin.

How could she have left the map's monitoring range in less than a minute?

Something's wrong...

Something's happened...

There's only one possibility.

She is dead.

She may have been secretly killed by Yuan Bin. She died directly beside Yuan Bin.

The dance hall was crowded and noisy, with messy lighting, so no one would have noticed Yuan Bin and his friends' actions at all. He could have killed someone, pretended to be drunk, and then carried the body out. No one would have paid any special attention. After leaving the dance hall, he could have found a way to dispose of the body.

However, in any case, this is a very dangerous thing to do. If Yuan Bin were a professional, he would not have killed someone here. Wouldn't it be better to kill someone in another place? Unless he was provoked. The conflict was irreconcilable. It led to murder in a fit of rage.

Frowning.

What exactly happened tonight?

It feels like many forces have intertwined with each other?

This Hotel Matel, it seems to have become a stage for various forces to perform? Does he, Zhang Yong, want to participate in one?

This is a high-end game!

Can a rookie like him handle it?

Don't get in over your head and get killed.

He saw Catherine go back to the front desk of the hotel. She was talking to that ice-cold beauty.

Zhang Yong saw the telephone and remembered something else.

Would the man who called him still be in the hotel?

Logically, he shouldn't be. Otherwise, if anyone asks, the girls at the front desk might be able to find him.

Zhang Yong braced himself.

Okay, I'll join in.

If it's a high-end game, then it's a high-end game.

He quietly peeked out the door...