readsfreenovel Chapter 38 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 11
Chapter 38 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 11
However, it wasn't all bad that she recognized his flaw; at least he could now use this information about himself to curry favor with the Japanese.
If he can find a crucial clue in this case, he will gain significant exposure within the Special Higher Police.
As for whether those people can find him based on this clue?
Haha.
I wish them good luck.
Wen Zhao asked the prepared questions several times, and seeing that although the answers were slightly different, they were generally similar, he reluctantly ended the interrogation.
He gestured for someone to bring over the transcript, had Ling Yi put her fingerprint on it, and then his gaze swept across the crowd.
"Old Zhang, come here." After a while, Wen Zhao found Old Zhang, who was hiding in the crowd, and waved to him.
"Young Master." Old Zhang clutched his chest, walked over meekly, and no longer had the same enthusiasm he had when trying to dissuade the young master.
"Just listen to me." Wen Zhao praised with a smile, handed the transcript to Old Zhang, and then pointed to the man hanging on the rack: "Give the man and this transcript to the Japanese. My mission is complete. Now it's their turn."
"Yes." Just as Old Zhang took the transcript, a voice called out from afar, "Wait a minute."
Wen Zhao looked over in displeasure and saw a man dressed in the same patrol officer's uniform walk in.
"Chief Wen, handing over our people from the French Concession to the Japanese isn't a good idea." The man's eyes were unusually clear and upright among the patrol officers. He was also under pressure to avoid offending the powerful Japanese and prevent Wen Zhao from taking his men to that den of iniquity.
"What? Chief Inspector Gao has a problem with this?" Wen Zhao narrowed his eyes dangerously and threatened in a low voice: "A wise man submits to circumstances. Chief Inspector Gao, you must have heard that saying before, right?"
“Of course I’ve heard of it.” The patrol chief retorted without backing down, “But Patrol Chief Wen should also know that not everyone is willing to be a traitor like you.”
As soon as the words were spoken, the small prison was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the patrol officers wished they could disappear on the spot, not daring to watch the two great figures battle it out.
Wen Zhao laughed angrily: "So, Patrolman Gao won't give me that much face?"
"Some people don't know what's good for them and don't deserve our respect!" Sergeant Gao sneered. "The French Concession police aren't the dogs of the Japanese. As long as I'm here, you can't take this man away!"
This person might have some information about patriots in the shadows. If he were captured by the Japanese, it would be a huge problem!
Wen Zhao sneered, "Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a gun and pressed it against the head of Inspector Gao.
The atmosphere instantly became tense. Seeing this, the patrol officers under Chief Gao also drew their guns and pointed them at Wen Zhao. Wen Zhao's subordinates hesitated for a long time before reluctantly drawing their guns to confront him.
It's really bad luck to do this for a traitor, but if I don't do it, and this traitor holds a grudge, then life will be even more difficult.
Things had gotten into the worst possible situation. Wen Zhao seemed to suddenly become enraged and fired three shots at the person on the rack.
The bullets landed on his limbs, waking him up with excruciating pain.
"You!" Before Chief Gao could say anything more, Wen Zhao pointed the still-warm gun at him: "The man is injured. I'm taking him to the hospital. This is the last bit of face I'm giving you. Don't be ungrateful!"
Chief Inspector Gao didn't want to save face today, but just then, a deputy chief inspector arrived.
"What are you doing! We're all colleagues, is this how things are going to look?" He reprimanded the group of people who were pointing knives and guns at each other, telling them to put down their weapons, and then glared coldly at Wen Zhao.
"Alright, you've injured him like this, why aren't you taking him to the hospital right away!"
"Chief Inspector!" Inspector Gao panicked instantly, but was glared at fiercely by the Deputy Chief Inspector.
When he wanted to back down to this brat, it was only because the Gauls were too soft-hearted and didn't want to offend the Japanese at this moment.
It would be good enough if they gave a reason. Now the Gauls' impregnable Maginot Line has become a joke. They have lost face in Europe and are no longer able to compete with the Japanese at home. Those of them who are second-class citizens should also shrink their tails at this moment.
Having patriotism is a good thing, but shouldn't we also consider our own lives?
Wen Zhao chuckled, glanced at Patrolman Gao, raised his chin arrogantly, and said, "Take him away!"
After saying that, he grabbed Ling Yi, held her in his arms, and swaggered outside.
"Pah, you traitorous dog!" Patrolman Gao could no longer hold back and cursed loudly.
Wen Zhao hummed a song, completely undisturbed by his curses.
In fact, he was extremely happy at that moment.
Even in enemy-occupied territory, even if their identities remain unchanged, there are still people who do not forget their country and their identity as Chinese, and who stand up for their compatriots and work hard to protect patriots. How could this not make him happy?
Wasn't what he was striving for precisely to protect these people?
So, Young Master Wen began humming an unknown tune.
To the other patrol officers, this was a case of traitors defeating the Chinese and showing off their power.
Old Zhang supported the unconscious man and silently followed behind Wen Zhao, his head bowed, lost in thought.
Wen Zhao first found a car for Lao Zhang, then opened his own car door and said to the pale-faced Ling Yi, "Miss Ling, please."
Without waiting for Ling Yi's reply, he half-embraced and half-carried her into the car.
As she was gently held in the back seat, Ling Yi slowly recovered from her fear.
Her pale face regained its rosy hue, and then turned bright red.
She looked down at the hand Wen Zhao had on her shoulder and whispered, "Let go of me!"
Wen Zhao's fingertips traced downwards, caressing the embroidery on her waistband: "I saved Miss Ling, and you haven't even offered a token of gratitude?"
The man's intimacy and aggression were on full display at this moment, frightening the woman who had just recovered from her fear back into her shell.
Ling Yi's eyes suddenly sharpened with alertness. She tried to pry Wen Zhao's hands off, but he held them tightly and pulled her into his arms: "Don't move!"
A deep voice sounded in her ear, and hot breath touched Ling Yi's ear, making her blush.
Wen Zhao felt helpless, but his voice became even more flippant: "Is this how Miss Ling treats her savior?"
Ling Yi's tears suddenly streamed down her face: "Please let me go, please let me go!"
Her tears soaked through her black police uniform and landed on Wen Zhao's body, but she seemed to receive no pity whatsoever.
"Don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you crying like this." Wen Zhao spoke words of tenderness and pity, but his actions were aggressive: "Shall I take you home, or to my place?"
Fear flashed in Ling Yi's eyes, and when Wen Zhao unbuttoned a button on her collar, she finally broke down and cried, "My home, my home!"
Wen Zhao paused as he unbuttoned his shirt, a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes.
This person's acting skills are truly... impeccable.
During their short time together, Wen Zhao tested her several times with excessive actions, but he never succeeded.
If I hadn't known about her unusual behavior early on, I might have actually been fooled by her.
Wen Zhao believed that the woman's trembling and dramatic performance at this moment were because he had not truly touched her intolerable weakness.
If he were to do something she could never tolerate, she had plenty of ways to kill a good-for-nothing rich kid in front of the police station and then make her escape.
So, which side does this woman belong to?
With a soft sigh that seemed to express regret, Wen Zhao whispered ambiguously in her ear, "Sometimes I really hate how pragmatic you are."
After saying that, he regretfully sat back in the driver's seat and started the car.
When the car stopped in front of her new home, the woman lost all control and rushed out of the car like a frightened animal, slamming the door shut to guard against anyone who might harm her.
Wen Zhao slowly opened the car door and gently knocked on the closed gate: "Miss Ling, the annulment of the engagement is a serious matter. Do you know that your father has already published a notice in the newspaper severing ties with you?"
Suddenly, a sob came from inside the door. Wen Zhao, like a prodigal son taking advantage of someone's distress, laughed and said, "It's not easy for a rootless duckweed to live in Shanghai. Miss Ling, you can come to me when you've thought things through."
"However, we need to hurry, I don't have that much patience."
After saying that, he left leisurely.
Once the car noise had faded into the distance, Ling Yi wiped away her tears and smiled, praising Wen Zhao's excellent acting skills.
Inside the car, Wen Zhao was also marveling at Ling Yi's natural talent as an actress and thinking about how to put more pressure on her.
Whether she can't bear it and exposes her true colors, or she compromises and comes to him, it will be a good thing for him.
While he was plotting everything, Lao Zhang also took that thug to the Special Higher Police prison.
When he entered prison, the part of him that belonged to the Chinese people completely disappeared, and his tightly clenched cheeks revealed a sinister and ruthless nature.
"Treat the wounds first, then proceed with the interrogation," he instructed the jailer in Japanese, before asking the lieutenant beside him, "Does the section chief have time now?"
"Ueno-kun, the section chief always has time for you." The Japanese lieutenant said to Old Zhang with a smile, but what he said was utterly shocking.
It turns out that Old Zhang wasn't Chinese at all, but a Japanese who grew up in China.
Within Japan, countless children are sent there from a young age to live and be trained like Japanese people. Eventually, they are dispersed into various industries, becoming their eyes and ears, monitoring the country's every move.
Ueno, who used the pseudonym Lao Zhang, was one of them, and he was also the most successful one among them.
Because he participated in numerous domestic wars, he collected countless valuable military officers, equipment, and other war materials for the Japanese. Furthermore, when Wen Jingshan was ostracized by the mountain city, he pulled him to the Japanese side, making him a figurehead of the new government.
Such a top-notch spy is a treasure in the section chief's hands; how could he not have time to see him?
"Ueno-kun, please sit down." The section chief asked him what brought him here today. When he learned that Wen Zhao had found clues to the destruction of the Yamamoto Group, a hint of joy flashed across his face.
"The Wen family truly produces talented people; they are indeed worthy of being our friends from Japan!" he praised before asking, "In Ueno-kun's opinion, what do you think of this young Mr. Wen?"
Ueno, recalling the kick Wen Zhao had given him, patted his chest with a gloomy face, and then objectively remarked, "Inferiority complex and arrogance, he becomes rampant when he gains power, a complete scoundrel!"
The former can be seen from his attitude towards his father. He is both ashamed of his past twenty-odd years and proud of his current status, proud of being able to manipulate his father and extract benefits from him.
As for the latter, it's clear from his arrogant and domineering behavior today, revealing that he is from Japan and pointing a gun at his colleagues!
The section chief raised an eyebrow: "So, is this usable?"
Ueno nodded: "It's usable!"
The kind of treacherous villain they want is exactly like this.
After all, the truly righteous and honorable Chinese people are either opposing them or have been killed by them; there is simply no possibility of cooperating with them.
After a pause, Ueno reluctantly added, "And if things go well, his loyalty to Japan might even be stronger than his father's."
Wen Jingshan is a shrewd old man; he works for Japan only for money and profit.
But Wen Zhao, that greenhorn, is different. As long as he is given enough benefits and can be made to look powerful, he will be as loyal to them as a dog.
As for the benefits he received?
Of course, it should be taken from the Chinese people. Do you expect these Japanese to give it to us?
Those Japanese people come here just to make money, okay?
The head of the Special Higher Police pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, Ueno-kun, you may handle this matter on your own."
"If used well, this father and son can become a symbol of our support for the Chinese people!"
See, as long as we stand on their side, Chinese people can live like human beings!
Wealth and glory are plentiful; we don't need to be the ones who are trampled on and oppressed!
Ueno nodded, and after pondering for a while, he told her his future plans.
As for Wen Zhao, he will have his friends in the military police try to get in touch with him and give him some benefits. He will not get too involved in the future, so as not to expose his identity or make him wary.
His next focus was to use Wen Jingshan to get closer to more high-ranking Chinese officials and bring them into the Special Higher Police's camp.
Don't think that the Japanese don't fight. There are seven or eight intelligence agencies in a small city like Shanghai, and everyone wants to be the father of the new government.
As a Special Higher Police (SPT) with considerable influence in the new government, it naturally wants to be the most powerful entity. Therefore, winning over and threatening the Chinese is the top priority of SPT agents' work.
Seeing how cooperative Ueno was, the section chief nodded in satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work, Ueno-kun!"
"The Yamamoto Group?" Ueno asked thoughtfully.
"Leave it to me, you don't need to get involved anymore." The section chief could tell that he didn't want to get involved in this thankless task, so he returned the favor and relieved him of his burden.
Moreover, now that things are starting to look clearer, finding the person behind it all seems like a real possibility.
The Special Higher Police Chief, who had been misled by Wen Zhao from the very beginning and had gone further and further down the wrong path, was eager to find out who dared to take action against their Special Higher Police!
He already had a premonition that this was done by people from the mountain city.
As for the Northwest?
Those poor guys who fight with sticks have had their underground work almost completely destroyed by the people in the mountain city. How could they possibly have the firepower to kill the entire Yamamoto Group?
"Thank you, Section Chief!" Ueno stood up and bowed to the section chief. "I must return to my post soon, so please take care of yourself!"
After leaving the Special Higher Police Division alone, Ueno instantly reverted to his honest and unassuming nature.
He started his car and returned to the Wen residence, where he humbly filed a complaint against Wen Zhaoyi.
Although he thought the kid was alright at work, he still had to get revenge for that kick!
Damn Chinese, kill him when he's no longer useful!