Chapter 169: Another clubbing

Zhang Yong was deeply impressed by the last gunfight.

Especially the woman who looked a bit like Li Jingzhi. The shooting was unequivocal.

Decisive.

The marksmanship was nimble.

Very rare.

It seems that the underground party rarely has gunfights. Unless there is no choice. The situation at the time must have been extremely dangerous. They had to use weapons.

I thought they would disappear for a while. But I never expected the main character to show up again.

He should be an experienced person.

Why would he risk showing up?

He drove quietly behind the other car. He deliberately let the other car know.

The middle-aged man felt a tightening in his heart. He understood that he was being followed.

He hurriedly turned into an alley.

Zhang Yong then drove away.

Don't hang around if you're not doing anything. It's dangerous out there.

Not to mention the Central Government Military Commission, even the Military Commission would arrest the Red Party if they found out.

Once they catch you, not even the great Luo Jinxian can save you.

So he drove to the train station.

'Captain!'

'Captain!'

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi were both very happy.

They hadn't seen Zhang Yong for many days. Zhang Yong had been busy with other things.

'Where's Tang Muchun?'

'In there. He's being watched alone. The son of a bitch is going on a hunger strike!'

'A hunger strike?'

'He won't eat or drink. He wants to starve himself to death.'

'I'll go in and have a look!'

Zhang Yong went into a single room. He saw Tang Muchun sitting on the floor, cross-legged, as if he were practising.

Of course, he wasn't practising. It was a unique form of resistance against the Japanese invaders.

It was a bit like non-violent disobedience.

Because he wasn't drinking or eating, he looked pale and his breathing was weak.

In fact, he could have killed himself. All he had to do was bite his tongue. Or bang his head against the wall. But he didn't. So Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi didn't bother with him either.

If you want to die, go ahead. No one is stopping you.

We've got a long list of Japanese spies. One more or less doesn't matter.

He waved his hand, telling the others to back off.

There were some things he was prepared to discuss with Tang Muchun alone. Provoke the other man.

'Tang Muchun, I'm the one who arrested you,'

Zhang Yong said straight away.

Tang Muchun remained unmoved.

Zhang Yong came up to him, crouched down and leaned close to his ear.

'Today, I went to a cheongsam shop...'

Tang Muchun showed no reaction.

He looked like a statue.

'The one by the Qinhuai River. You put something in there...'

'You...'

Tang Muchun finally reacted.

But soon, his eyes darkened again. Eventually, he was speechless.

Exposed.

These cunning Chinese people.

Not only did they catch him, they also uncovered the secret behind him.

Originally, no one knew that the things were stored in the cheongsam shop. Even the owner of the cheongsam shop didn't care.

Because it was casually dropped, it seemed like they didn't care. No one thought that there might be valuables inside. Naturally, they wouldn't pay attention.

Who knew that the Chinese person in front of him had actually successfully seized this.

'Ma Zhiyuan, Guo Dashan...'

'You devil!'

'You're mistaken. It wasn't me who figured it out. Someone betrayed you.'

'What?'

Tang Muchun was suddenly anxious and angry.

Betrayed?

By whom?

By whom!

'Do you think I'm that capable of finding the cheongsam shop? Someone must have betrayed you!' Zhang Yong said nonchalantly, deliberately provoking the other party and stirring up hatred in him. "You really think you did it seamlessly, but in fact, someone has been secretly recording it.'

'Impossible, absolutely impossible..." Tang Muchun became hysterical.

Despair.

Frustration.

Anger.

His cheeks began to twist.

This was the result he could least accept.

It was also the possibility he had envisaged countless times.

He believed he had not revealed any flaws. The Chinese could not have set their sights on him. The only explanation was that he had been betrayed.

It was true.

He really had been betrayed.

The betrayer must be a Japanese. Only another Japanese spy could know.

'Stop screaming...'

'Aaah!'

'Your pitch is wrong. You're not screaming with enough emotion. It's a complete waste of expression.'

'You...'

'I'll tell you again. Guo Dashan got the memo and gave it to Li Qiong. But Li Qiong was killed and the radio was stolen.'

'What?'

'We didn't kill anyone, and we didn't steal the radio. We don't know who killed Li Qiong either!'

'I, I, I...'

Tang Muchun was irritated and wanted to say someone's name.

But he didn't know who it was.

Yes, he didn't know.

He believed someone had betrayed him. But he didn't know who it was.

He couldn't even guess.

But he believed Zhang Yong's words. Because Zhang Yong really wasn't lying. What he said was true.

This was a great stimulus for Tang Muchun.

'Things have come to this, there's no point in continuing to hide it, is there?'

'My name is Sakamoto Ryuichi.'

'Who is Sakamoto Tatsuo to you?'

'Who?'

Sakamoto Ryuichi was puzzled.

Zhang Yong then knew that the two were unrelated. Even though they both had the surname Sakamoto.

'I arrested a Japanese spy in Shanghai.'

'I don't know.'

'It's fine. Go on.'

'What do you want me to say? You know everything I've done, don't you?'

'I know. I know. You say it's you.'

'I don't want to.'

'Then I'll have to use torture.'

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'Whatever!'

Sakamoto Ryuichi kept up his defiance.

Zhang Yong was also unceremonious, ordering him to be tortured.

He was given a direct beating with a pipper. He was given a thorough shaving with a wire brush.

His body was covered in blood and his skin was split open. However, only the surface was injured. There was no danger to his life. Then some salt was sprinkled on it...

'Ah!'

'Ah!'

Screams of pain continued to come.

Even Ryuichi Sakamoto, who was stubborn, screamed in pain.

However, this guy really was stubborn, and even so, he still didn't confess. So the brushing continued.

Layer after layer...

Brush one layer, sprinkle one layer of salt...

Brush another layer, sprinkle another layer of salt...

Eventually,

Ryuichi Sakamoto passed out.

There was nothing to be done. The interrogation had to be temporarily suspended.

'Captain, he won't last long.'

'It's fine. If he dies, he dies.'

Zhang Yong shrugged nonchalantly. This Japanese spy was seeking death himself. No one else was to blame.

Pork belly is the most susceptible to infection, and without antibiotics, it will kill him quickly. Since he won't confess, let him die.

There's no point in keeping him alive. It'll also serve as a warning to the other spies.

'Bring the one next to him over for a visit.'

'Yes!'

Soon, the spy next door was brought over.

They had heard the pitiful screams from this side and knew exactly what was going on.

This is what happens to people who don't cooperate. You have a free choice.

...

'Hokkō-kun, what happened?'

'Who attacked you? Does he know who you are?'

Somewhere, Hokkō-kun was being questioned.

Even now, Hokkō-kun could feel a sharp pain in his head. He felt dizzy.

He had no recollection of how he had been attacked last night.

When he woke up, he found a wooden club next to him. It was thicker than his arm.

He understood that he had been hit with a club.

He felt suffocated.

He had actually been ambushed.

The other party had used such a thick club right away, obviously intending to kill him!

Fortunately, he was lucky and survived.

However, everything he carried was looted.

Including the two most important metal masters of the legal tender. And a silver note worth 10,000 silver dollars.

Son of a bitch...

Who the hell attacked him?

However, no matter how hard he thought, he could never remember.

'Was it the Fuxing Society?'

'Impossible.'

'Beigang, you may have been targeted.'

'If I had been targeted, would I still be here talking to you?'

'Sigh...'

The mysterious man didn't say anything.

It seemed that way. Beigang Taro wasn't wrong.

If it really was the Fuxing Society, Beigang Taro would definitely have been arrested. How could they just have robbed the place?

The only explanation was that they had really encountered thieves. They had been ambushed.

After all, it's not surprising to be ambushed alone in an alley at night. Who told Kitakata to take the back roads?

Coincidence...

'What now?'

'Without the metal master, I can't hand in my work. I have to find it.'

'How?'

'Hire someone to find it.'

'Hire someone?'

'Give me 30,000 silver dollars and I'll find someone to help.'

'Kitakata...'

The mysterious man hesitates for a moment.

He did not lack the 30,000 silver dollars. But would it really work?

"You must trust me.'

'Alright, for the sake of Mr. Kagekatsu. I hope there won't be a next time!'

'I promise there won't be a next time.'

'I hope so.'

The mysterious man took out three silver banknotes.

Hokkō Tarō took the banknotes and hurriedly moved.

Of course, he disguised himself and put on makeup. He believed that no one should recognise him.

Who knew...

Zhang Yong happened to drive by.

He was going to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. There was still plenty of time, so he drove slowly.

Suddenly, the map showed a red dot cutting in. So he quietly approached.

Huh?

Kitakata Kotaro?

Zhang Yong quickly recognised the other person.

After the red dot was locked on, it was relatively easy to identify people.

Even this time, Kitakata Kotaro had changed his appearance. However, his height and build were still hard to change.

'This guy...'

'Sneaking around can't be good. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time...'

Zhang Yong parked his car and followed him quietly.

He didn't want to catch Kitakata. He felt that leaving him behind might be more useful.

He saw a wooden stick. He picked it up immediately.

He studied the surrounding terrain against the map and found a suitable place for an ambush.

When Kitakata walked past, he immediately appeared from behind.

He raised the wooden stick and hit him again.

Pop!

The wooden stick hit Kitakata Kotaro's back of the head with a heavy thud.

'Umm...'

Kitakata Kotaro immediately fell to the ground. He fainted.

Zhang Yong immediately searched his body.

He found three more silver notes.

What a guy, there are actually three more silver notes. All of them are 10,000 silver dollars. A total of 30,000.

I'm rich!

I'm rich.

This Kitakata Kotaro is simply a cornucopia!

He only looted 10,000 last night, but today he has another 30,000. Damn, even the big bosses in games don't refresh as quickly as him.

Okay, let's keep this guy. When we meet again next time, it'll be another smack.

Reach out. Feel the other person's breathing.

Seems to be okay. Not dead yet. Still breathing. Although it's very weak. He is indeed alive. So he is relieved.

He hides the silver notes with a sense of satisfaction. Then he drives to Zhongshan Mausoleum.