Chapter 798: Saturday Club

Find a house.

It seems to be the property of Du Yuesheng as well?

Du Yuesheng also had many houses in the concession. They were all very large.

It seems that although the big shots at their level don't have much power, they do have a lot of money.

It's another proper Yin residence. The decoration is slightly inferior.

There are two servants inside. It's under control. Zhang Yong reveals his identity.

It's got nothing to do with you. I'm just borrowing Du Yuesheng's house. He's in Nanyang anyway.

Two silver dollars each as a peace offering. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Sit down.

Cross your legs comfortably.

The decor here seems to be European? The sofa has a distinctly Western feel.

The Japanese spy is brought in.

The rag in his mouth is not removed. They are worried that he might commit suicide.

This is a matter of some importance.

Before removing the rag, one must judge the spy's reaction.

If the spy is still tough and his eyes are still fierce, the rag must not be removed. Otherwise, the other party will bite his tongue.

Biting one's tongue will not kill you. But excessive bleeding will.

Zhang Yong is in no hurry.

Oh, let's call Kurimoto first.

Tell him that the person has been captured. You don't need to worry. I, Zhang Yong, am on the case...

Get up. Go get the phone.

Du Yuesheng's property, of course it has a phone.

It's still the kind of European-style very fashionable phone. Once again, I feel impressed. It's good to be rich!

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhang Yong was a little surprised. Someone called in?

No, I haven't even called out yet. Someone is going to try to call in soon?

Haha. Curious. Let's see who it is.

So he picked up the receiver.

'Put Du Yuesheng on the phone...'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was momentarily taken aback.

The voice on the other end was very harsh. It was very dry.

It was like a file. Unwittingly, Zhang Yong took the receiver away from his ear.

Strange. Who was shouting Du Yuesheng's name?

"Who is this?'

'What do you care? Put Du Yuesheng on the phone!'

'He's gone to Southeast Asia.'

'Bullshit! Tell him to come out! Otherwise, I'll kill him!'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong tilted his head.

Who was this person? He had absolutely no recollection of him!

He was quite sensitive to voices. If he had heard it before, he would have remembered it.

He was certain that this voice was very unfamiliar. He had definitely never come into contact with it before.

Impressive. Just by asking for Du Yuesheng's life, he was already so aggressive.

Was he that hot-tempered?

Who was this big shot? How dare he shout at Du Yuesheng?

There was silence.

There was no way to respond.

As a result, the other person became more and more irritated.

'Put Du Yuesheng on the phone.'

'Who is this?'

'I am Wang Yachao!'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was shocked.

The other person was Wang Yachao? No wonder he was so angry.

This big shot was the most famous assassin on the Shanghai waterfront! He even dared to send someone to assassinate Wang Jingwei!

No, assassinating Wang Jingwei was nothing.

In fact, Wang Yaqiao also organised several assassination attempts on Chiang Kai-shek. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful.

Because of all the assassinations, Wang Yaqiao had a very famous reputation.

He was the leader of the Axe Gang.

The Axe Gang of Shanghai. Not the one on Hong Kong Island.

This Axe Gang promoted positive energy. They specialised in killing traitors and traitors to the country. And the Japanese.

Although he tried to assassinate Chiang Kai-shek many times, he never succeeded. However, he succeeded in assassinating Yoshio Shirakawa. He successfully bombed Yoshio Shirakawa to death.

Unfortunately, in the end, it seems that he died at the hands of the military police? It seems so. Zhang Yong is not sure about the details. After all, there is a lot of literature on street stalls.

In the end, the great man gave him the verdict of a patriot. It can be said to be a positive evaluation.

No wonder he dared to say that he wanted to take Du Yuesheng's life.

He did dare.

He also had the ability to do so.

But it also depends on luck. His assassination attempt was not 100% successful.

Zhang Yong's views are consistent with the organisational principles of the underground party. Neither of them is in favour of assassinations. Because assassinations cannot solve problems. It is still up to the people at the bottom to revolutionise.

'Du Yuesheng is really not here. He said he went to Nanyang.'

'Two balls...'

Wang Yachao hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong: ???

Huh? Where is this swearing?

Doesn't Wang Yaqiao have anyone else around him? Why does he need to make the call himself?

According to the usual unspoken rules, it's the people below who communicate with each other, and they find out when their boss is available to take the call, and then their boss calls back...

It's always the boss. Time is precious. You can't just make a call blindly. It's a waste of time.

It also shows that you don't have much status.

However, Wang Yaqiao doesn't play by the rules. He just picked up the phone and called.

It's not like someone like him could find Du Yuesheng.

It was a minor incident.

It drew attention back to the Japanese spy.

I noticed that the Japanese spy's eyes seemed to be wandering?

Haha, pondering.

That's good. I'm not afraid of you pondering. I'm afraid of you being single-minded.

As long as the eyes are rolling around, they have thoughts. No matter what the thoughts are, they are good.

Even if you want to lie, it's good. As long as you are willing to speak.

The secret service has many masters of the art of rhetoric. There are even more of them in the Party Affairs Investigation Department. Many of them can recite the Red Party Manifesto by heart.

For example, Ding Mo and Li Shiqun can recite it backwards. And they understand it quite well. Generally speaking, if an underground party member argues with them, they may not necessarily lose. For example, Li Jingzhi. She definitely couldn't argue with them. Unconsciously, she lost confidence. She could no longer hold out. This trick is actually quite effective.

Judging that the Japanese spy would not commit suicide by biting his tongue, he pulled the rag out of the spy's mouth.

Sure enough, the Japanese spy was relieved. He gasped for breath. Indeed, there was no sign of him biting his tongue and killing himself.

Very good. This is a very good start.

As long as the other person doesn't want to die, there are all kinds of basic tricks to follow.

'Name.'

'Xichuan Huafu.'

'Occupation?'

'Spy.'

'Mission?'

'Assassinate Germans.'

'The specific target of the assassination. Name.'

'The German. Klinsmann.'

'Who sent you?'

'Tsutora.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong said he didn't understand.

Come on. Don't come up with those cold and isolated code names, okay?

The level of education is limited. Often I don't understand. It's embarrassing.

In the end, he ordered that the Japanese spy be untied. Let him write it out himself. Only then did he understand that it was the words '茑萝'. I don't know what it is either.

These days. No internet. No mobile phones. No way to Baidu. You can only pretend to understand.

'So, who is this 茑萝 person?'

'He...'

The Japanese spy hesitated.

Zhang Yong's face was gloomy.

'He, I, I'm not sure. He once mentioned Chichibu-no-miya...'

'Chichibu-no-miya, Prince Yoshinari?'

'I don't know. Really. He didn't say. I just followed Tsutomu's instructions.'

'Tsutomu...'

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly. It felt a little strange.

Could it be that the Japanese spy in front of him was really a subordinate of Prince Yoshinari of Chichibu-no-miya? Working for Yoshinari?

What a coincidence. He had originally wanted to throw dirt on Prince Chichibu. Unexpectedly, by a fluke, he had actually caught one of Prince Chichibu's subordinates. A direct hit.

The problem was that his subconscious told him that there seemed to be something wrong...

Did this Japanese spy confess too quickly? Confess too much detail? Seemed a bit abnormal?

He didn't even struggle a bit.

He just blurted it all out.

Perhaps the Japanese spy in front of him is actually not related to Prince Chichibu Yohito, and is simply trying to frame him?

Well, it's complicated...

For the time being, he cannot make an accurate judgment.

Forget it. He doesn't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, his goal is to frame Yohito.

Since the Japanese spy confessed on his own initiative, that's perfect. The result is the same. Whether it's true or not. As long as he achieves his goal.

Now, what he was more concerned about was...

'What's with the rattan box? Why is it empty?'

'What rattan box?'

'You're the rattan box in the safe house.'

'I don't know. I didn't bring that rattan box. It was already there when I arrived.'

'You didn't open it?'

'No.'

'Where's your car?'

'Tsutomu took it.'

'Tsutomu was here?'

'Yes.'

'When?'

'Three hours ago. He took something from the safe house.'

'What did he take?'

'I don't know. He came in and told me to face the wall and close my eyes. But I heard sounds, like he was moving things inside the rattan box, and they seemed quite heavy. He came and went five times. Then he left.'

'How did Tsutomu get here?'

'I don't know. Maybe on a bicycle? Then he drove off in my car.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong frowned.

Damn. Who is this Tsutaro?

There must have been something in the rattan box. It's probably related to Huangshilu.

No...

Suddenly he came to his senses.

Huangshilu is in Jinling. This is Shanghai!

Oh, my head is so confused...

Sure enough, I'm not cut out to be a detective.

I'm okay at guessing and guessing, but once I need to think carefully, I'm at a loss.

Anyway, the priority now is to find this Tsuru. Only then will we know what was in the rattan box...

Suddenly, an idea struck her.

I'd forgotten. I should pay a visit to Qi Jiuding.

He might have seen who passed by. He must have been on high alert at the time. He would definitely have noticed the commotion outside.

But then, on second thought, she decided against it.

There was no need to disturb others unnecessarily.

Qi Jiuding was different from the others.

He must be someone of high status. So high that Xu Enzeng had personally intervened on his behalf.

If his meddling caused the other party to be unable to carry out their work smoothly, or if an accident occurred, then there would be no chance of reaching Tiananmen.

He decided to send someone.

Let's give it to Li Yuanqing. It's almost time.

So he called Li Yuanqing. It was the same phone number as before.

Li Yuanqing picked up the phone quickly.

'Did you take care of it?'

'He confessed on his own that he was Yongren's subordinate.'

'How is that possible?'

'I don't know. That's what he said.'

'Shall I go pick him up?'

'Okay. Come over now.'

Zhang Yong gave the address. Then he hung up.

He looked around. This was Du Yuesheng's residence. I wonder if there's any valuables here?

Anyway, Du Yuesheng himself has already gone to Southeast Asia. He won't be back for a while...

In fact, Du Yuesheng definitely hasn't gone to Southeast Asia. He must still be somewhere in Shanghai.

But if he shows up, Zhang Yong will have the perfect excuse to beat him up. The power of the official's warrant is still very much in effect.

'Ring, ring, ring...'

'Ring, ring, ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the receiver. It was Ma Meisong's voice.

He sounded a little agitated.

"Team Leader Zhang, it's not good to trespass on people's homes, is it?'

'No, I'm not. I'm here to arrest a Japanese spy. By the way, I'm looking for you. I've arrested a Japanese spy at Boss Du's house...'

'Don't make things up...'

'We in the Special Branch of the RCCK always follow the rules. We are the most law-abiding. We speak with evidence. Right now, the Japanese spy is in front of me. Everything he says will become evidence in court...'

'You...'

Ma Meisong choked.

He realised that he had underestimated Zhang Yong's shamelessness.

Or perhaps it was his madness that he had underestimated. This guy actually dared to frame Du Yuesheng.

The Japanese spy was clearly not arrested here. But this guy insisted. And there was almost nothing they could say to refute it.

The power of speech was in Zhang Yong's hands. Whatever he said was the truth.

Unless they killed him.

The problem was that he had Chiang Kai-shek behind him. The consequences of killing him would be serious.

Moreover, it was unknown whether they could get rid of this guy. This guy was very afraid of death. He always went out with a large entourage.

He was not afraid of heroes.

He was not afraid of warriors.

Because they are often too confident, they tend to be alone, and once they are alone, there is a chance.

The one thing they fear most is someone like Zhang Yong, who is afraid of death and cautious. But they are also crazy.

The Japanese were so ruthless that they wanted to get rid of Zhang Yong more than anything else. But they never did. Zhang Xiaolin also wanted to get rid of the other guy. But they still didn't.

It must be admitted that this Zhang Yong is definitely an indestructible little strong. Just can't get rid of him.

'Shelling the Presidential Palace...'

Zhang Yong casually said. He was preparing to add some spice to Du Yuesheng.

Whether he knew about it or not, whether he was involved or not, he was going to get the whole package. He would bleed a little.

This was also what the other big shots liked to see.

He, Zhang Yong, would play the white-faced villain, while the others would play the red-faced heroes.

If Du Yuesheng wanted to clear his name, he would have to part with some of his money and grease the right palms.

And then

the other big shots would also get their cut.

Zhang Yong was the one who played the villain, but the other bosses had money in their pockets, so why not?

Commander Qian was the boss of the Songhu Garrison Command. If you don't pay up, maybe it'll be Commander Qian's men who come and arrest you!

And there's also the head of our Fuxing Society Secret Service. If you don't pay up...

'What are you talking about?'

'I suspect that the Japanese spy who tried to shell the Presidential Palace may be being hidden by Boss Du...'

'You, you, you're slandering me! You're framing me!'

Ma Meisong suddenly became anxious.

This Zhang Yong really dared to say anything crazy.

If it had been anyone else, Boss Du would have already taken care of him. He would be dead.

The problem was that this Zhang Yong could not be taken care of.

It was trouble. Something was going to happen.

He couldn't care less about anything else. Ma Meisong hung up the phone in a hurry.

He needed to report this to Boss Du immediately. Otherwise, once Zhang Yong spread the news, there would be endless trouble.

Zhang Yong: ...

Haha. You're nervous, aren't you? You should be.

I'm the one responsible for providing ammunition. Providing excuses. Fabricating charges. I'm not the one who will actually do the killing.

Damn it. So what if you're a big shot in the underworld? In the end, you'll still be sweeping the floor, won't you?

Now a little bloodshed can save your life. But when the Reds come, they'll sweep everything away, all the devils and demons, all will perish...

Suddenly, the Japanese spy's eyes seemed to burn with anxiety again.

Huh? What's he anxious about?

Something doesn't seem right...

Why did this guy's eyes look so strange when the shelling case was mentioned?

Wait!

There's a story here.

Immediately, he reached out and lifted the Japanese spy up.

'You know about the shelling of the Presidential Palace?'

'The Tuhao will do it.'

'What Tuhao?'

'Just the Tuhao.'

'Isn't it the Huohao?'

'The Huohao is the Huohao. The Tuhao is the Tuhao. Sun, Moon, Fire, Water, Wood, Metal and Earth are collectively known as the Seven Planets. Surely you know that?'

'I don't know shit,'

Zhang Yong answered sulkily. He wanted to kick the other guy.

Damn it. You despise my lack of education, don't you? Damn it, I'm not a professional. Who knows so much nonsense?

But here's the problem. There are actually seven clubs?

A Fire Club has already appeared before, and now there's a Soil Club?

Are there also a Sun Club and a Moon Club?

Are the Japanese invaders that boring. Making so many confusing organisations.

However, it seems that the Japanese of later generations are the same. All kinds of strange and weird organisations are emerging in endlessly. The Yamaguchi-gumi is still a legitimate organisation.

I don't understand. I simply don't understand.

However, since the Japanese spy mentioned the Tsuchiyokai, let's listen to it. Maybe there really is a mystery inside.

'How do you know it was the Tsuchiyokai who did it?'

'I guessed.'

'Why?'

'They are the most deviant.'

'Deviant?'

Zhang Yong was very surprised by this word.

How could this word come out of the mouth of a Japanese spy? It's so strange.

However, it seems to be fine when you think about it. Since the Tang Dynasty, the Tang culture on this side of the Japanese invaders has been quite complete.

On the contrary, we Chinese ourselves have destroyed almost all of the Tang culture and Tang architecture. A lot of historical information needs to be found from the Japanese. The Japanese, who are the enemy, have instead become the place where the Tang culture is most completely preserved. It can be considered some kind of irony.

'Who are all in the Tuyue Club?'

'I don't know.'

'Really?'

'If I knew, I would definitely tell you.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes.

This Japanese spy in front of him was obviously not being completely honest.

This guy might be deliberately misleading him. However, he didn't care. He could still get some information even if it was misleading.

For example, he at least knew about the Tuyue Society. And the Qiyue Society.

The Japanese invaders were really resourceful when it came to playing with names. There was even something called the Mozi Agency.

It is estimated that before unconditional surrender, all information was also completely destroyed. Future generations will never know. Many people may continue to lurk in China.

Never mind. There is no rush.

There is no shortage of time. There are still ten years!

'What else do you know?'

'I...'

'Mori Usamaru?'

'Him?'

The Japanese spy hesitated.

Zhang Yong then knew that there was hope. This Japanese spy was no ordinary person.

He knew about Huo Yao Hui. He knew about Mori Usamaru.

He definitely wasn't doing dirty work.

'Is Klinsmann dead?'

'I missed him.'

'Isn't your mission to assassinate Klinsmann?'

'I have my own ideas.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong looked strange.

What do you mean you have your own ideas?

Aren't you just following orders? Are you resisting orders?

Hey, this is a bit of a surprise!

We've captured an interesting Japanese spy.

Okay, take your time.

You really do have your own ideas.