Chapter 243: Fighting poison with poison

In the morning, Zhang Yong woke up with a start.

He felt a little tired. He didn't bother opening his eyes. He knew that Gu Xiaoru must have already left.

He had made a wrong judgment last night. He thought that she was an expert and should cooperate well. Unexpectedly, she was inexperienced. She had her first sexual experience.

She made him very cautious. He was more tired than after ploughing five mu of fields. And now he was limp.

Luckily, she had agreed with a pout that she would give it back to him next time.

Alas, what a good girl. She was innocent. In the end, she had taken advantage of him.

Naturally, the grudges from before were also erased. From then on, the two of them worked together to deal with Mengde Club.

Opened his eyes.

Found that the sun was already shining on his buttocks.

It was a good day. It was just slowly starting to get hot. And there was no air conditioning.

Alas...

'Are you having breakfast?' A voice suddenly came from somewhere.

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Huh? She hasn't left yet? Didn't she say she was leaving at dawn?

He struggled to his feet. He turned his head. Sure enough, he saw Gu Xiaoru standing crisply in the bathroom doorway. She was wearing only a white shirt.

She had just finished taking a shower. Her hair was still damp.

It looked like an orchid silently blooming in the depths of the mountains. It seemed spotless.

Indeed. Before last night.

'You didn't leave?' Zhang Yong asked a silly question.

'I don't feel well,' Gu Xiaoru bit her lip.

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing.'

'Oh.

Zhang Yong obediently shut up.

It was all his own fault.

Fortunately, Gu Xiaoru didn't continue to dwell on the matter. She needed Zhang Yong as her strong backing.

She rubbed her hair in front of him. She dried the damp hair. Finally, she sat down and let him help dry her hair. In this day and age, high-end hotels are already equipped with hair dryers.

'You don't have to go to the pier today?'

'I have to.'

'There are only foreigners there. What's the point of you going?'

'I can sit there drinking tea and chatting.'

'With Yang Lichu?'

'Er...'

I see. She's jealous.

Sigh, women!

But he didn't mind. He was a scumbag. Who cared?

The last time he had done it with Fang Muyu, he had done it in front of Yang Lichu. But wasn't Yang Lichu the one who had been jealous last time?

"She's a decent woman. You should go and keep her company.'

'I'm going down to have breakfast now.'

'Shall I ask Yang Lichu to come along?'

'Sure!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

If you dare say it, I dare do it.

If Yang Lichu was also at the Liuguo Hotel, he would really invite her over.

I'm not afraid of you being scum. I'm even more scum than you. As long as I'm the scummiest one, I have no weak points. No one can threaten me. Hehe.

'Give me some money.'

'How much?'

'Five hundred.'

'I'll give you two thousand!'

'Okay!'

Gu Xiaoru didn't refuse.

She really needed money now. Buying information was expensive.

Zhang Yong took out a stack of banknotes.

They were all 500 yuan notes. One note could be cashed for 500 yuan. He forgot where he had scraped it together from.

Oh, it was from Wei Jinfu. It seemed to be quite a lot. It was originally meant for Gu Yuting. But Gu Yuting didn't seem to dare accept it. In that case, he would spend it himself. He could spend it however he liked.

'Where did you hide it?' Gu Xiaoru was very curious as she took the banknote.

'On my body,' Zhang Yong replied casually.

'You're not even wearing any clothes.'

'Do you need clothes to hide things?'

'Huh? Let me see!'

Gu Xiaoru walked over. She lifted the quilt.

She looked left and right. She looked up and down. In the end, she found nothing.

She became more and more suspicious.

Zhang Yong had already pulled the quilt over his body.

'Are you still shy?'

'Of course!'

'Scumbag!'

Gu Xiaoru took the silver note and walked away. She had a lot to do.

From now on, 88 kg of her 90 kg body would be rebellious.

It was all Zhang Yong's fault.

Last night, they had been so in love, and Zhang Yong had poured her with a lot of sweet nothings. When she woke up in the morning, Gu Xiaoru vowed to cut all ties with Meng De.

Zhang Yong may not have any other skills, but he is good at stirring up trouble, turning right into wrong, spreading gossip and making things up.

He has gradually mastered the essence of this. There is nothing he can do, as he cannot learn the skills of the righteous way, so he can only engage in the crooked and evil ways.

It is almost like using poison to counter poison...

'Ring, ring, ring!'

'Ring, ring, ring!'

Suddenly the phone rang.

Doubt. Who is calling?

It seems that only Zhong Yang and the others know that they live here...

Pick up the receiver.

He hears a familiar, anxious voice. It's Kitakata Taro. The other person seems very agitated.

'Liu-san, Liu-san...'

'Kitakata-kun, take your time. I'm listening.'

'Liu-san, what's going on with the Fuxing Society? How did things get so out of hand?'

'Oh, why do you ask? Is it bothering you?'

'Right now, the entire Nan-Guan agency, two to three hundred people, has been transferred to Jinling. With so many people here, if they find out...'

'Be at ease, Beigang Jun, absolutely no one will know. I haven't told anyone.'

'But, Liu Sang, the Fuxing Society...'

'Actually, it's just a minor incident at the docks. I assume you've heard about it.'

'That's why I'm so worried.

'Don't worry. It won't affect you. If you're not at ease, I can temporarily arrange for you to leave Jinling.'

'No, I can't leave. I still have unfinished business.'

'Then find a safe house and hide there for a while.'

'Liu Sang, you must keep this a secret.'

'Don't worry. I, Liu Heizi, am a man of my word.'

'Okay...'

With that, Beigang Taro hung up the phone, feeling uneasy.

Zhang Yong held the receiver in his hand, thinking for a moment. He shouldn't have leaked it, right? But if he did...

There was nothing he could do about it. After all, he wasn't a master spy. He couldn't be perfect.

He put down the phone. Got up. Had a shower. Got dressed.

He had to report to the dock in a while.

Finished washing up. Went downstairs.

He was about to go into the dining room when he suddenly saw something flash in front of his eyes. He really did see Yang Lichu.

'You?'

'You?'

Yang Lichu frowned.

She had just seen Gu Xiaoru come down.

'Oh, I slept with Gu Xiaoru last night,' Zhang Yong answered honestly.

'You...' Yang Lichu was speechless.

She didn't even bother to call him a scumbag.

There seems to be no difference between a scumbag and a few scumbags.

'Have you had breakfast?'

'No.'

'Let's eat together.'

'You...'

Yang Lichu didn't really want to, but she didn't refuse either.

The other person was a real scumbag. Better than a hypocrite. A scumbag knows he's a scumbag. It's better to be obvious than to secretly stab someone in the back.

'Any news from the docks?'

'None.'

'Ugh, another boring day.'

'You don't have to be at the dock. You can do something else.'

'No. The boss told me to keep an eye on the dock.'

'It's useless to keep an eye on it!'

'Yes...'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Suddenly his eyes looked at the entrance of the restaurant.

Oh, in the morning, there is actually a Japanese spy reporting for duty?

He was sure that this Japanese spy had just moved in. There was no one last night. If there was, he would have seen the red dot last night.

'What are you looking at him for?'

'Japanese.'

'What?'

Yang Lichu is taken aback. Then she becomes curious.

She quietly surveys the target Zhang Yong has locked on to. She discovers that the other person is actually very ordinary.

He is just a man wearing a long shirt. It seems he is a businessman. He is not accompanied by an entourage. Nor does he have any luggage. He just walked in in a completely unremarkable manner.

She looks closely. She thinks hard. But she still cannot get to the bottom of it.

She is puzzled. How did Zhang Yong determine that the other person is Japanese?

There is nothing special about his appearance!

'What makes you say he is Japanese?'

'A sixth sense.'

'Sixth sense?'

'Yes. I'm sure he's Japanese.'

'Okay...'

Yang Lichu accepted helplessly.

A Japanese spy appears at the Hotel de France. What would Zhang Yong do?

'Hi!'

Zhang Yong reached out to greet his target.

The man in the long robe looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Yong took out his ID, held it up, and said with a smile, 'I'm with the Fuxing Society, which specializes in catching Japanese spies. You've come a long way, it's been hard on you...'

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Everyone around looked at Zhang Yong curiously.

The man in the long shirt suddenly reacted, reached out and pushed Zhang Yong, then turned around and ran.

Zhang Yong didn't chase after him. He retrieved his ID card. He sat back down.

Yang Lichu became anxious and subconsciously called out, 'He ran away. Aren't you going to chase after him?'

'There are people outside,' Zhang Yong said without a change in expression.

'Oh...' Yang Lichu then reacted. Zhang Yong was not alone. This guy is the team leader.

If he was here, there must be Fuxing Society agents nearby.

Sure enough, as soon as the man in the cheongsam had dashed out of the restaurant, someone casually walked across the street and tripped him.

'Plop...'

There was a muffled sound. The man in the cheongsam fell heavily.

Several Fuxing Society agents rushed over and tied him up firmly. Then they quickly took him away.

A few minutes later, everything returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had happened. No one would know that anything had happened.

Yang Lichu: ...

Looking at Zhang Yong and then around at the others,

she felt as if it was all unreal. But it was all so real.

In just one encounter, Zhang Yong had captured a Japanese spy. It was truly amazing.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard Gu Bafeng's voice.

The man had run in from outside the hotel. It seemed as if he had something very important to tell Zhang Yong right away.

'Shaolong, Shaolong!'

'Sit down. Have some breakfast first. Take your time. The sky won't fall.'

'Wester and Rensuke Isogai got into a fight.'

'Oh? Who won?'

'Wester took a big beating. He's no match for Rensuke Isogai. His eye is black and blue.'

'And then?'

'Henry, the American, helped Wester and gave Rensuke Isogai a beating too. Henry is a boxer and he's really good. Rensuke Isogai was also injured. He's gone back to the Japanese Consulate to rest.'

'Oh? Have the Japanese withdrawn?'

'Not really. It was Isogai who left. There were other people there.'

'That's a shame. I missed it. Did any reporters get a picture?'

'Not really. They were all chased away when the guys started arguing.'

'That's a shame. No pictures.'

'What's so bad about that?'

'What do you know? If we had a picture, we could at least ask them for a few hundred dollars. Otherwise, we'll just publish it.'

'Huh?'

Gu Bafeng was stunned.

He had never thought that this could also be a way to make money.

Impressive!

This Zhang Yong is really an expert at making money.

No matter what he does, there is no way he won't make money.

Impressive.

'Now? What's the situation?'

'The British are very aggressive. But there are too many concerns about fighting rats in a porcelain shop. They can't let loose. And they don't dare to really attack.'

'What about those Japanese spies? What are they doing?'

'They are all hiding in the cabin and refusing to show their faces. But someone must be keeping an eye on the outside.'

'Oh, no rush. We're having breakfast too,'

Zhang Yong said casually.

Today was only the second day. The time was not yet ripe.

A few more days, until everyone was impatient. Then the battle would begin in earnest.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed as he saw an acquaintance.

Who? Ding Mochuan.

From the Party Affairs Investigation Department!