Chapter 117 The Plan Changes, He Puts Himself in the Fray

Seeing Wang Tianmu's worried expression, Wang Xuesen smiled calmly, with a hint of confidence in his eyes:

"That's for sure."

"You just need to insist on being completely unaware."

"As long as Li Shiqun has no evidence, and I put in a little effort to put in charge, the most he can do is transfer you out of No. 76 and give you a sinecure."

He leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head, and continued:

"This way, you can get away smoothly and have more time to spend at the company."

"At the same time, it also allows me to get away from Li Shiqun's gaze."

"This is not a bad thing."

He looked at Wang Tianmu with a determined look in his eyes.

"In short, if this move succeeds, you'll win in every aspect."

After listening, Wang Tianmu was stunned for two seconds.

Then he smiled in admiration and said, "Brother, your skill in winning is getting more and more profound."

"Alright, I'm a fierce Zhang Fei, and you're Zhuge Liang."

"If you say I can win, then I definitely can."

After he finished speaking, his smile faded, and his expression turned serious again.

"But what about the pinkish-red?"

Wang Xuesen pondered for a moment.

"You can let Ma and Tu take her away as part of a deal."

He paused, then shrugged.

"However, this possibility is very small."

"You can handle it afterward."

He didn't rule out any possibility of definitive conclusions.

For a Green Gang boss like Wang Tianmu, face is the most important thing.

A concubine cheating on her husband with her own adjutant—no one could swallow such a thing.

Tao Hong was originally a dance hall hostess, so it's one thing for her to be a womanizer, and flirting outside could be considered a necessity in her social circle. But flirting with her adjutant right under Wang Tianmu's nose changes the nature of the situation.

Wang Tianmu will most likely not keep her.

Upright officials can hardly break housework.

Wang Xuesen was unwilling to care too much about the fate of a woman who had an affair.

If I say too much, and Old Wang happens to disagree, I'll only end up worse off.

As a boss, you should manage what you should manage, and turn a deaf ear to what you shouldn't.

This is the right way.

Wang Tianmu lowered his head and thought for a while:

"Okay, I understand."

"you busy."

Wang Xuesen nodded to him.

Wang Tianmu opened the door and walked straight away.

despair.

The door closed.

Wang Xuesen picked up the pen and unconsciously began to twirl it with his fingers.

Wang Tianmu's unexpected joy came at just the right time.

Eliminating Chen Mingchu not only humiliated Li Shiqun, but more importantly, it created a golden route to the mountain city, significantly reducing business costs.

Only then can Longteng Company truly grow bigger and stronger.

He put the pen back in the pen holder, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Old Ma, tell Zhan Shen to come to my office."

……

Zhabei, underground casinos.

The heavy iron door was pushed open forcefully from the inside.

Mao Yong swaggered out, carrying a cloth bag in his hand, the silver dollars inside rattling loudly.

I'm having a really good day.

They opened five big hands in a row, making the dealer's face turn green with envy.

He hummed a tuneless version of "Eighteen Touches" and strolled to a noodle shop on the street corner.

"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles, please."

Mao Yong sat down with an air of authority and slammed the bag of silver dollars heavily on the table.

"Add double the amount of beef."

"Give me two more fried eggs."

Seeing his thuggish demeanor, the noodle shop owner dared not neglect him and quickly brought over the steaming hot noodles.

Mao Yong grabbed his chopsticks and devoured the food in no time.

They even drank the noodle soup clean.

He let out a burp, picked his teeth, and walked out of the noodle shop.

As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they think of... .

Having just finished eating and drinking, I couldn't stop the fire of anger from rising to my head.

As he passed through a dark alley, several prostitutes covered in cheap cosmetics leaned against the wall, winking and making faces at him.

Mao Yong spat out a contemptuous remark.

These pheasants have neither figure nor looks.

What's the point of playing this?

If you're going to have fun, you have to do something exciting.

For example, his beautiful sister-in-law, Li Lu.

Mao Ziming, that short-lived fellow, has been dead for some time now.

The saying goes well.

Nothing tastes better than dumplings, and nothing's more fun than your sister-in-law.

Fertilizer does not flow into outsiders' fields.

Now that the eldest brother is gone, this woman should rightfully be taken over by Mao Yong.

When Mao Ziming was alive, he did a lot of petty theft and other shady things.

Go eavesdrop in the middle of the night.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he peeked at Li Lu taking a shower.

He even stole a few of Li Lu's personal belongings and took them back to his room to satisfy his craving.

That voluptuous figure, that warm and pleasant voice.

Just thinking about it in his mind made Mao Yong feel like his bones were melting.

But what infuriated him the most was that this little slut had actually followed Wang Xuesen.

Who does Wang Xuesen even belong to?

That was Mao Ziming's most hated enemy during his lifetime.

Mao Yong even made malicious conjectures.

Who knows, even before the elder brother breathed his last, these two scoundrels might already be having an affair behind his back.

Now look what's happened.

This young widow lived in a grand mansion, dressed in gold and silver, and ate and drank the finest food.

She became someone's wealthy wife.

Why should I?!

When her older brother was alive, he treated her like a dog, beating her three times a day if he was unhappy.

Now I want to cut ties with the Mao family and live a carefree life on my own.

No way.

At least Mao Yong would never agree to that.

He definitely wouldn't want to hit his sister-in-law.

That delicate body of hers, it would be so heartbreaking to see it damaged.

But playing three times a day is still worth a try.

And while I'm at it, I'll squeeze some money out of her to spend.

Don't give.

Then they'll go and cause trouble outside the mansion every day, and nobody will have a moment's peace.

No matter how powerful Wang Xuesen was, he couldn't possibly kill me in the street for a mistress.

The image of Li Lu's body flashed through Mao Yong's mind, and his blood boiled.

Whether that woman agrees or not tonight, I have to force myself on her.

He quickened his pace and walked toward a rickshaw parked by the roadside.

The dim streetlights stretched the street very long.

A young man dressed in a black suit and wearing a round hat leaned against a telephone pole.

He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The young man watched Mao Yong approach and slightly raised his head:

"Old Mao."

"Could I borrow a light?"

Mao Yong was having a lot of lewd thoughts when he was suddenly interrupted, and his face immediately turned impatient.

He sized up the young man, his face full of arrogance.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Do I know you that well?"

Zhan Shen gave a cold laugh.

That smug tone of his.

I recognized you by your eyes; I knew I hadn't chosen the wrong person.

He couldn't even be bothered to say a single extra word.

His right hand was slightly turned over.

A butterfly knife suddenly sprang from my fingertips.

The blade flashed a cold, sharp light under the streetlight.

Before Mao Yong could react, he only saw a flash of white light.

A slight soreness and itchiness came from my throat.

He instinctively reached out to touch it.

He had only taken two steps when a surge of heat suddenly gushed out.

Large gushes of blood gushed out from between his fingers.

Mao Yong's eyes widened, and a sobbing sound came from his throat.

His legs gave way and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

His body twitched a few times, then went completely still.

Fresh blood quickly spread across the bluestone slab.

A sweet, fishy smell wafted in the night breeze.

"Shit!" Zhan Shen spat, took out a white handkerchief, and slowly wiped the blood off his hands.

Just toss it aside.

He pulled down the brim of his hat, turned and walked into the darkness, not even bothering to look back.

After walking around several streets, Zhan Shen entered a public telephone booth.

Insert a coin and dial.

The call was connected.

"nailed it."

Regardless of whether the other end heard clearly or not.

Click.

He hung up the phone immediately, and his figure disappeared into the street as quickly as a ghost.

……

Inside the bedroom of a Western-style house in the French Concession.

Wang Xuesen held the ringing telephone receiver, his face full of exasperation.

Holy crap.

"This guy is such a show-off."

He slammed the receiver back onto the landline while cursing.

The call had barely connected when he heard the word "了" (le) before the other end hung up.

Would it kill you to chat a little longer?

Did they manage to get it sorted out, or did they mess it up?

However, given Zhan Shen's methods, dealing with a minor member of the Green Gang shouldn't go wrong.

Although this kid is arrogant and unruly, he never drags his feet when it comes to getting things done.

The trouble with Li Lu has been completely resolved.

The bathroom door opened.

Amidst the rising steam, Su Wanjia emerged wrapped in a bath towel.

Having just gone through a fierce battle, her cheeks still bore the lingering blush.

Her skin was fair with a rosy glow.

It really looks just like a peony, so beautiful and delicate.

Damn it.

As expected of a rich family's young lady, her complexion is truly exceptional.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough yet?" Wanjia rolled her eyes shyly.

"So sexy," Wang Xuesen praised.

"How disgusting! How can you talk about your wife like that?"

"Can't you find a better word?"

Who is it?

Wanjia glared at Wang Xuesen, drying her hair with a towel as she walked to the bedside and sat down.

Wang Xuesen immediately put on a smiling face and moved closer.

"Occupy the deep."

"They insisted on taking me out for drinks."

"I firmly refused."

Wanjia gave a light hum and smiled with satisfaction:

"That's more like it."

"What's so good about drinking alcohol in the middle of the night?"

"Come back smelling terrible from drinking."

Wang Xuesen took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist, buried his face in her neck, and took a deep breath.

"yes."

"No wine from outside can compare to the sweetness of your wife at home."

"I just like it to taste good."

As he spoke, he pressed himself against her and lay down on Wanjia's chest.

A gentleman arrived who used words, not fists.

Wanjia felt a little ticklish from his touch and gently pinched him:

"Hey, you better behave yourself."

"I just finished showering, and you're already arousing me again."

She pouted and complained.

"Old Du just scolded me today, saying I lack self-control."

"It's made you listless, and your eyes have lost their sparkle."

Wang Xuesen smiled and said:

"Old Du is such a nag."

"If we listen to him, our happy life will be ruined."

He looked at Wanjia's clothes, which were as smooth and white as silk, and couldn't help but marvel.

"Wife, tell me, how did you grow up?"

"Clean and tidy."

"You really are like a tiger."

Wanjia blushed and slapped away his mischievous hand:

That's just how my mom is.

"It's hereditary."

She raised an eyebrow, deliberately putting on a stern and arrogant expression, and asked:

"What?"

"I don't like it."

Wang Xuesen chuckled and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

"like."

"I love it so much."

"I've been lucky enough to meet someone who's one in a million, how could I not like them?"

Damn it.

Luckily, I have a strong constitution, otherwise I would have been killed by you, you tiger.

Wanjia chuckled at his joke and proudly raised her chin.

"That's more like it."

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

After a while of playful bickering, Wang Xuesen remained nestled in her arms.

Wanjia nudged him, her expression turning serious.

"Stop fooling around."

"We haven't gotten down to business yet."

"What are the boss's instructions?" Wang Xuesen asked vaguely.

Wanjia gently stroked the man's hair, a hint of worry appearing on her face:

Wanjia gently stroked the man's hair, a hint of worry appearing on her face:

"Old Du said that the boss has given an urgent reply regarding Zheng Pingping's invitation to Ding Mocun to go to the Siberian fur shop tomorrow."

Wang Xuesen remained unconvinced:

What did you reply to?

Wanjia lowered her voice, her tone heavy with concern.

"The boss only said one thing."

"Ding Mocun could die at the hands of thugs, at the hands of corrupt officials, or at the hands of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"I don't care who kills me."

"I absolutely cannot die at the hands of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuesen was so shocked that he sat up abruptly.

His brows furrowed, his mind racing with calculations.

Old Dai, he's got a real knack for it.

Although Ding Mocun has lost power in No. 76 and has been largely sidelined by Li Shiqun.

But this old traitor has a terrible reputation; he's the big flag bearer of the 76th Division.

If he were to die at the hands of Xu Enzeng's Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong), the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Juntong), which was already at a disadvantage in Shanghai, would inevitably lose face.

In the old man's eyes, the Military Intelligence Bureau was half a level below the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

There are already many people in the mountain city who are dissatisfied with Boss Dai. If Xu Enzeng makes a big fuss at this time and takes the lead, it will be even worse.

This would be an incredibly heavy blow to their financial situation and even to their standing in the old man's eyes.

"He makes it sound so easy," Wang Xuesen retorted coldly.

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering."

"Bullets don't have eyes."

"If I go with Ding Mocun, I might just get myself killed there."

"Do you really think I'm made of steel?"

Wanjia was also troubled, her delicate brows furrowing: "What should we do?"

"Judging from Lao Du's tone, Xu Enzeng seems determined to win."

"Furthermore, you just asked Li Shiqun to have Ye Jiqing send you away."

"It'll be hard to explain later."

Just then, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Wang Xuesen's heart skipped a beat.

He grabbed the receiver, covered the microphone, and gestured for Wanjia to be quiet, whispering, "It's Lao Du calling."

Wanjia's heart tightened.

As far as I can remember, Lao Du has never called home on his own initiative before, so it must be something extremely urgent.

"Feed".

"it's me."

Wang Xuesen's tone instantly turned somber:

"Oh, District Chief Chen is here too."

"District Chief Chen, please speak."

After listening for a moment, he said, "Okay."

"I see."

Click.

He hung up the phone and slammed the receiver back onto the landline.

"What happened?" Wanjia quickly came over and asked, her eyes full of worry.

Wang Xuesen rubbed his temples and said bitterly:

"Boss Dai sent an urgent telegram to Chen Gongshu."

"I urged him to cooperate with me and prevent the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics from assassinating him tomorrow."

"The boss is serious now."

"District Chief Chen and Lao Du have just come up with an emergency plan."

"What plan?" Wanjia asked eagerly.

Wang Xuesen said with a headache: "The plan to assassinate me has been brought forward."

"To be carried out simultaneously with the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) operations."

Wanjia's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Xuesen leaned against the headboard, his gaze deep: "Tomorrow at the Siberian fur shop."

"The Kuomintang's assassins will disguise themselves and try to assassinate me."

"Using this as a pretext, we will alarm Dingmo Village and create chaos."

"At the same time, take the opportunity to sabotage and prevent the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) assassins from carrying out their missions."

He paused, then sorted out the logic behind it.

"Moreover, with District Chief Chen making this decision, the spies planted by Chen Mingchu will inevitably intercept the intelligence."

"The news will soon reach Li Shiqun and Ye Jiqing's ears."

"Ye Jiqing knew that someone wanted to kill me tomorrow, and it was extremely dangerous."

"She definitely won't drag me shopping to avoid the storm anymore."

"And since Li Shiqun wanted to test me, he certainly wouldn't try to stop me."

"In this way, I can appear at the scene with a legitimate reason to prevent Ding Mocun from being assassinated."

"And it would allow Li Shiqun to see with his own eyes that the Military Intelligence Bureau was indeed trying to assassinate me."

"This is a golden opportunity to clear my name."

"Kill two birds with one stone".

"This is the best solution they could come up with."

Wanjia was terrified and grabbed Wang Xuesen's arm tightly.

Ultimately, you still need to be there in person!

"What if the bullet misses?"

"This is too dangerous!"

Wang Xuesen pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.

To be honest, he didn't want Ding Mocun to die.

At least for now, I can't die.

Ding Mocun is currently being sidelined at No. 76, like a mascot.

However, in dealing with Li Shiqun and destroying and dividing the notorious No. 76 stronghold, Ding Mocun could play a significant role in persuading Zhou Fohai and even the Japanese.

Keeping this old guy around is definitely a great tool for maintaining balance.

Originally, for safety reasons, he had entrusted Li Shiqun to have Ye Jiqing take him shopping tomorrow.

Get out of this mess.

It seems that not going is not an option now.

If he doesn't go, Lao Ding might really get killed by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

For Dai Li, the internal struggle with the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) and the struggle for control over the intelligence system and funding were always his top priorities.

This is because it directly relates to Dai Li's political future.

Especially given that Chen Mingchu had not been executed for a long time and the Military Intelligence Bureau had suffered repeated setbacks in Shanghai.

The Chairman was already very dissatisfied.

If Xu Enzeng were to fire the cannon at this moment, he would be the one to make the greatest contribution.

That was undoubtedly a fatal blow to Dai Li's heart.

Dai Li couldn't swallow this insult.

The situation is beyond our control.

Wang Xuesen patted Wanjia's hand and comforted her, "Old Dai has already arranged for Chen Gongshu to speak directly with me."

"This clearly shows he was really angry."

"If I don't do it, he might really turn around and shoot me."

"You know, Dai Li was a selfish and ruthless man."

"With this iron will pressing down, I'm afraid I have no choice but to go."

Wanjia bit her lip, her eyes reddening.

"But……"

Wang Xuesen smiled, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Don't worry.

"I'll go pick up a metal vest to wear tomorrow."

"And call Zhan Shen to accompany him."

"With that kid around, nothing too serious will happen."

"Old Du and District Chief Chen also assured me that the best sharpshooter in the Shanghai District would be assisting me in this mission."

"The aim is excellent; it definitely won't hurt me."

He stretched and snorted nonchalantly.

"Never mind."

"Things will work themselves out when they reach the bridge."

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

After saying that, he shamelessly snuggled into Wanjia's arms again.

Wanjia frowned, slapping him in anger and anxiety.

"What time is it? Stop making a scene!"

"Ouch, it itches!"

"Go to sleep now and be well-rested for tomorrow!"

Wang Xuesen was also quite exhausted; he had been working hard all day and was truly worn out.

He obediently lay back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"No, I need to take another shower."

Wanjia pushed his large hand away, lifted the covers, and was about to get out of bed.

Wang Xuesen opened his eyes, looking puzzled.

"Didn't you just take a shower?"

Wanjia rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks flushed, and said coquettishly, "You still dare to say that!"

"It's all your fault!"

"Anyway, it's not you who's getting soaked!"

"You think I want to take a shower?!"

Wang Xuesen cursed, "Damn it, they're all easy targets."

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