Chapter 3: Recognise people

The small black room had a very small window.

If he knew how to shrink his bones, he might be able to squeeze out. But Zhang Yong didn't.

In fact, he didn't know any skills.

Both in his past life and now, he was one of the most mediocre people.

Sitting on the ground.

His eyes were vacant.

He didn't know what kind of fate he would encounter.

He hoped that the people from the Hope and Action Club had not listed him as a suspected Japanese spy. Otherwise...

No one would know if he died.

It was unjust.

I really wasn't an accomplice to the Japanese spies...

I really wasn't...

'Clang!'

Suddenly, a small iron door opened in the wall. Two steamed buns were pushed in. There was also a bowl of water.

The buns were yellow and pasty. If it were his previous life, he wouldn't even look at them. If he bought them, he would definitely complain to the shop. What kind of quality is this? But now, his mind was in a mess.

The bowl is made of ceramic. If it broke, he could use it to slit his wrists and kill himself. It seems like it could also be used to slit his neck. But he doesn't have the courage for that.

He's afraid of the pain. And he's afraid of the bitterness. In spy dramas, he never survives past the first episode.

Until he gets hungry. Then he nibbles on the steamed buns. Drinks the water.

It's like walking around as a zombie.

The only thing he can do is watch the light change outside the small window.

Night...

Day...

Night...

Day...

It seems like he's thinking a lot. But it also seems like he's not thinking at all. He's dazed. He's in a trance.

'Clang...'

Finally, suddenly, the big metal door opened.

His eyes were vacant. He didn't even look at the door. He was afraid that they had come to drag him out and execute him.

It's so unfair...

So unfair...

But shouting was useless. No one would listen to you.

'Get up!'

Li Boqi's voice came.

So he stood up numbly. But it didn't work.

His legs were numb. He didn't want to get up.

If they want to execute me, just do it. Drag me out like a dead dog...

'You're not going to be executed,'

'you've been rewarded!'

Li Boqi suddenly said again.

Zhang Yong then slowly turned his head. Very slowly. Because his neck was also stiff.

Reward?

Not executed?

Oh, that's fine then. I'm still alive.

'Pick him up.'

'Yes!'

Then Zhang Yong was picked up.

Two secret agents carried him up and out of the small dark room. Seeing the light outside, Zhang Yong was convinced that he was still alive.

He was taken to a spacious room. There was nothing in it.

No tables, chairs, or stools. It was all empty. The floor was also hard. Was it stone?

I don't know...

And I don't know what Li Boqi wants to do.

The people in the Li Xing Society are all fierce and evil. He dares not communicate with them.

'Stand in the corner.'

'Yes.'

He obediently goes to the corner and stands there.

Facing the corner. His back to Li Boqi. He is so nervous. He is afraid that there will be a sound of a bolt being pulled from behind him.

'Turn your back to the wall.'

'Yes.'

He slowly turns around.

He sees Li Boqi wave his hand. Then a lot of people come in.

To be precise, a group of secret agents led nine people in. They stood in a row. All of them were men. Of different ages. And dressed differently.

Li Boqi came to Zhang Yong's side. He whispered, 'Identify the Japanese inside.'

'Yes,' Zhang Yong replied hurriedly.

In fact, he already knew the answer.

He knew it as soon as the nine people entered.

'Count from the left.'

'Fourth. Sixth. Ninth.'

'Are you sure?'

'I'm sure,'

Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.

Yes, there were three Japanese. It was clear.

What was strange was that they didn't look like any Japanese. You couldn't tell from their appearance.

Damn Japanese spies!

They must all be spies! Otherwise, what's the point of the disguise?

Take them all out. Shoot them.

'Take them away,' Li Boqi waved his hand.

'Go!' The agents then took all the men away.

The room was overly spacious, and once again, only Li Boqi and Zhang Yong were left.

Li Boqi seemed to be thinking about something.

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Zhang Yong stood quietly.

He wasn't so frightened anymore.

It seemed that he wouldn't be shot...

'You owe us your life,' Li Boqi suddenly said.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong answered sullenly.

He didn't know what this life meant.

But the other party was strong, and he could only endure.

'In fact, if we didn't care about your life or death, we could have captured you alive,'

'But, considering your safety, I shot the Japanese spy dead with one shot.'

'So, the trail is cut off,'

Li Boqi said slowly. Then he turned his head and looked at him.

Zhang Yong remained silent.

'The fourth person you just identified is definitely Japanese. I arranged it. But, the sixth and ninth...'

'They are definitely Japanese. If they are not, you shoot me!'

Zhang Yong was very confident about this.

For someone with no strength and no skills, he can only rely on this little 'crooked way' to make a living.

If the Lixing Society finds him useful, perhaps his fate will change from now on.

At least, he still has a chance to walk out of the Lixing Society alive.

'How did you judge?'

'Intuition.'

'Intuition is unreliable.'

'No. My intuition about the Japanese is very reliable,'

Zhang Yong insisted.

After enduring the torture in the small dark room, he seemed to have become stronger.

He must seize every opportunity.

Identifying the Japanese was his only chance.

There were so many secret agents in the Li Xing Club, and they came from all walks of life. Many of them had military backgrounds.

They were all good at hand-to-hand combat and shooting.

But to be able to single out the hidden Japanese in the crowd at a glance, even if Boss Dai came, no one could do it. This was his only foothold.

It was certain that if you caught a Japanese spy, you could interrogate him.

If that didn't work, you could just shoot him. There was no risk of being wrong.

Why would a normal Japanese person want to hide their identity?

'Someone!'

Li Boqi suddenly called out.

A secret agent immediately entered through the door. He looked very fit and tough.

They must have been transferred from the army. Their marksmanship and martial arts skills were excellent. The target was the Japanese spy.

'Give him a gun.'

'Yes!'

The agent turned and left.

Soon, he returned with a pistol. He handed it to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong shook his head.

He didn't need it.

He wasn't very good with this kind of thing.

How should I put it? He might not even be able to hit the target from 20 metres. He had already tried it before.

Back in military training, he had used a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and had been able to hit the target. But a pistol is more difficult to use than a rifle. From 20 metres, it would be hard to hit the target. It would be useless.

He couldn't figure out what Li Boqi was thinking.

'Take it. From now on, you will work for our Li Xing Society. For the time being, you will be assigned to our 8th Action Team.'

'I don't need a gun.'

'Why not?'

'I don't know how to use it. And I don't need it.'

'I've already given it to you. If you don't want it, you won't get another chance.'

'I don't want it,'

Zhang Yong insisted. Guns were no good.

Carrying a gun made you more of a suspect. He was sure Li Boqi would keep an eye on him.

'Take it!'

Li Boqi waved his hand.

The agent took the pistol.

'Come out.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong followed Li Boqi.

into a basement. It was a little cool. Was this a morgue?

Yes. It was a morgue. There were many bodies on display. They were all covered with white cloth. Several secret agents were standing nearby. There were also two women.

'Can you tell which ones are Japanese?'

'I can't tell the dead apart.'

'Why?'

'The dead have no breath.'

'Oh?'

Li Boqi narrowed his eyes.

Zhang Yong faced it calmly. Indeed, he couldn't. You couldn't tell the dead apart.

Because the dead weren't targets that could be attacked. They wouldn't show themselves. This had to be made clear in advance. So that Li Boqi wouldn't be suspicious.

'Come and look at this,'

Li Boqi beckoned. He called Zhang Yong to the innermost corpse.

The two female agents lifted the white cloth. Beneath it was a female corpse.

There was only a wound on the throat. Everything else was intact.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt numb at the sight of the naked female corpse.