The assassin had a short baseball cap and had a tattoo on his arm. It could be seen that he was a gangster. Li Yaoting did not leave immediately, but went to Xinya Restaurant to wait for the police. The main road was the most prosperous place in the public concession. The British inspector of the Laozha arresting room rushed to the scene within five minutes, pulled up the cordon, collected the body, washed the floor, and interrogated the witnesses.

Li Yaoting has a very high status in the concession. Huang Jinrong retired and Du Yuesheng went to Hong Kong. There were only a few bigwigs left in the world. He was Hua Dong from the Concession Bureau. His bodyguards had their guns licensed, so he naturally had no scruples. He called home. Within ten minutes, four cars drove to the scene. Twenty bodyguards in windbreakers and top hats got out of the car to protect the restaurant.

The inspector asked a few questions on a routine basis, and Li Yaoting was vague. When the policemen left, he said angrily: "This matter must have been done by Zhang Xiaolin. This old dog has a deep grudge with me. Now he wants to destroy me by relying on the power of the Japanese, but there is no door."

Having said that, he had to take precautions. The situation was no better than before. Zhang Xiaolin defected to the Japanese and became the chairman of Hangzhou Maintenance, established the New Asia Peace Promotion Association, and collected a group of minions to work for the Japanese. After leaving the concession, it was his world, and Li Yaoting could not do anything to him.

Although he was assassinated on the street, he was not injured, but he was completely distracted. Li Yaoting arranged a car of bodyguards to take his two sisters-in-law home and returned home by car.

Lin Wenjing and Xia Xiaoqing returned to the mansion and felt frightened. The concierge came to report that there were two people outside who were always wandering around and didn't know if they were thieves.

Xia Xiaoqing looked over from the second floor. There were indeed two guys under the street light at the intersection, smoking cigarettes and handbone, pressing their caps very low, and they were sneaky and not like good people.

When she returned to the house, Xia Xiaoqing dialed a phone number: "Hey, I'm looking for Yan Qingyu, what, who am I? Tell him that I am his eldest sister Xia Xiaoqing!"

Twenty minutes later, a car rushed over and stopped suddenly in front of the street light. Four big men jumped out of the car, pressed the two of them on the hood, twisted their arms and searched, and found the **** and the Patrol Office of the Police Office of the French Concession. It turned out that they were plainclothes sent by the police station of the French Concession to protect the two wives.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? You were sneaky and thought it was a Japanese lackey." Yan Qingyu, who was sitting in the car, frowned, looking dissatisfied.

The two plainclothes were originally trying to get angry, but when they saw that it was Yan Qingyu, they immediately changed to a smile: "It's Hero Yan, please sign me."

Yan Qingyu took out the Montblanc golden pen and signed the two of them, and said politely: "It's midnight, thank you for your hard work." He handed back a stack of fiat coins in the notebook.

Although Shanghai and Nanjing have fallen, the fiat currency in the Japanese-occupied area can still be circulated. The stack of money is enough for 200 yuan. The two plainclothes smiled happily, nodded and left, and were still wandering around.

Yan Qingyu got out of the car and entered the mansion, and the bodyguards were on duty everywhere.

"Sister, I feel sorry for you." When Yan Qingyu saw Xia Xiaoqing, two lines of tears came down.

"What a mourning thing about the holiday? Your brother-in-law is not dead." Xia Xiaoqing said.

After all, he is a movie emperor-level figure. Yan Qingyu's tears disappeared in an instant, and he smiled and said, "I just said, brother-in-law, how can it be so easy and heroic? They don't believe it... Sister, when did it arrive? Why didn't I send a telegram in advance? I can pick you up."

Xia Xiaoqing said: "It was just arrived in the morning and I called you at noon. You guys don't know where you are fooling around. There are many customers at home, so I didn't continue calling."

Yan Qingyu usually slept in bed at noon, and he never answered the phone. He didn't explain, but just smiled and said, "Forget it, just find someone."

"Who was the one who answered the phone just now?" Xia Xiaoqing suddenly remembered, "I'm so angry, and I dare to ask who I am."

Yan Qingyu thought to himself, sister, you called in the middle of the night, and no one would be angry if you change it, but said, "It's not anyone, the maid at home."

"Hmph, I'm afraid it's a little female star." Xia Xiaoqing curled her lips.

"There is nothing, it's just a maid... It's been a year. When the Japanese came, all the film companies ran away. So what little stars are there?"

"I don't care who it is. I tell you, you are not allowed to be a traitor or help Japanese make movies."

"I know, sister."

Zixing Pictures has not made new movies for two years, but Yan Qingyu's image as a hero on the screen is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He is sought after by people everywhere, and there are many groups of gangs around him. He has made dozens of movies, making a lot of money, bought a villa and an apartment in the concession, and lived a leisurely life like a god. He also knows a little about the things in the world and has already entered the ranks of high-level white-eyed people.

"It was Zhang Xiaolin who wanted to kill Li Yaoting, but it was not because of the accumulated grudges, but because of the new grudges." Yan Qingyu said.

"Oh, what new hatred?" Xia Xiaoqing was very interested.

Yan Qingyu talked happily: "After the fall of Shanghai, the Japanese did not ban smoking, but secretly supported it. Why did it make money for opium? The Japanese supported the Dadao Municipal Government, the Nanjing Reform Government, and bribed traitors. Where did the money come from? Just came from opium. Zhang Zuolin helped the Japanese buy grain and cotton in an open manner, and secretly did the opium sales. Zhabei and Nanshi were his territory, but he couldn't get in the concession because Li Yaoting was here, so the Zhang surnamed naturally wanted to get rid of it and get it quickly."

Xia Xiaoqing said: "Zhang Xiaolin has the support of the Japanese, so why don't Boss Li be in danger?"

Yan Qingyu said: "The Japanese have many dogs, and Zhang Xiaolin is just one of them. Compared with other dogs, he is not fierce. In terms of being cruel, it is the headquarters of the No. 76 agent. The group of people there were originally from the Kuomintang spies and are much more powerful than those in the martial arts world. By the way, the No. 76 gold medal killer, named Wu Sibao, was a driver of Boss Li before, and finally had some incense. The relationship here is mixed and I can't explain it clearly for a while. Anyway, the waters in Shanghai are deep, the Japanese, the Kuomintang, **, all kinds of traitors, you have me, I have you, I have you, and I have you, and I have you, and I have some killing, and seven or eight people will die on that day?"

Xia Xiaoqing concentrating and pondering, it’s easy to catch fish in the muddy waters. The chaotic beach in Shanghai is actually full of opportunities.

Yan Qingyu talked about it with great enthusiasm: "Although No. 76 is cruel, they are all a bunch of incompetent gangsters. Except Wu Sibao's good spear skills, nothing else is worth mentioning. They rely on assassination in the street and a shot at the head. There is no technical content at all... In terms of technology, there is a guy who is good at kung fu and specializes in fighting No. 76, which ruined their business several times. This person is Chen Zhen, and Shenlong is not the first. If he has the chance, he really wants to practice with him."

"Who? Chen Zhen." Xia Xiaoqing smiled.

"Yes, Chen Zhen, why, sister, do you know him?" Yan Qingyu said strangely.

"Your brother-in-law is the first generation Chen Zhen, and the Chen Zhens behind them are his apprentices." Xia Xiaoqing showed off her brother's face when she heard Chen Zikun talk about what happened back then.

"So Chen Zhen is not alone..." Yan Qingyu suddenly realized.

That night, Yan Qingyu lived in Chen's mansion to protect the safety of his sisters. The next morning, someone visited the mansion one after another, including Su Qingyan from the Three Guns Club and Ouyang Kai and Situ Xiaoyan from the Jingwu Club.

After the Battle of Shanghai, Shanghai fell, the anti-Japanese group Three-Speed ​​Association was transferred to the concession, and the Jingwu Association completely closed down. Life was very difficult. When they heard that Mrs. Chen came to Shanghai, they came to express condolences together. When they learned that Chen Zikun had not sacrificed, they turned their worries into joy, and the atmosphere in the living room became cheerful.

"We Jingwu Association can be responsible for the safety of the mansion." Ouyang Kai said, pointing to Situ Xiaoyan, "It is also convenient to let Xiaoyan move here to protect the inner family."

Situ Xiaoyan stood up and bowed. The innocent junior sister back then was now a steady aunt in her thirties, wearing strong outfits and neatness.

Lin Wenjing said politely: "How can you be so embarrassed?"

Ouyang Kai said: "Auntie, don't be polite. Uncle Fifth Master is the president of our Jingwu Association. We have no choice but to protect his family."

Yan Qingyu, who was sitting beside him, couldn't help but look at Ouyang Kailai, a capable man in his thirties, wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit, with introverted eyes, thick joints, and flat fists. He is definitely a martial arts expert.

Xia Xiaoqing said, "Okay, let Xiaoyan stay, so we can also practice martial arts."

Things were settled, Su Qingyan and Ouyang Kai stood up to say goodbye, but Xia Xiaoqing couldn't help but let Yan Qingyu go see him off.

Yan Qingyu accompanied them to the gate and suddenly said to Ouyang Kai: "Are you Chen Zhen?"

Ouyang Kai remained silent and shook his head: "No, I'm not Chen Zhen."

Yan Qingyu said: "You can't hide it from me. You are Chen Zhen. Those elusive cases were done by you."

Ouyang Kai was silent for a moment and said, "Chen Zhen is not a specific person. Although I am not Chen Zhen, I can be Chen Zhen, and you are the same. If you have a heart to fight against Japan and save the country, you can also be Chen Zhen."

Su Qingyan looked at them with a smile, not interrupting.

Yan Qingyu was thinking, and before he knew it, the two guests had already left.

The north wind blows again, and Shanghai is particularly cold in early winter.

Yan Qingyu said goodbye to his sister, returned to his apartment, took out the key and opened the door, took off his coat and hat and hung it on the hook of the coat. Suddenly, he noticed something strange, flipped his wrist and hid the flying knife in his palm.

I slowly turned around and saw a strange man sitting in the living room. He was dressed in a fashionable suit and ties. He had a lot of wax on his head, white face, gold-rimmed glasses, crossed his legs, and had a cigarette in his hand, leisurely wandering.

"No matter how hard I don't say hello when I enter the door, this habit is not good." Yan Qingyu sneered.

"I'm really sorry, but I didn't come in by myself." The man stood up and bowed, "I guess you are Mr. Yan Qingyu."

"Brother Yu, you are back." The little star came out of the kitchen with a coffee pot and smiled sweetly, "This gentleman said he is your movie fan, so I invited him in."

"Oh, that's it." Yan Qingyu put away the flying knife without any trace, walked to the sofa and sat down, took out the cigarette box: "Do you smoke? By the way, I haven't asked for your surname."

"I'm not here to be a good person, my surname is Yu, this is my business card." The man respectfully presented the business card with both hands.

Yan Qingyu took it and saw that the business card was printed with: King Yu, Cultural Counselor of the Consulate General of the Great Japanese Empire in Shanghai.

"What do you pronounce this word?" Yan Qingyu asked, pointing to the word in the middle of the name.

"后, think of the dragon." King Yuwang explained.

"Oh, what's the matter with me?" Yan Qingyu casually threw the business card on the coffee table.


Chapter completed!