Chapter 125 Arresting Zheng Pingping

Eight o'clock.

Zhaofeng Nightclub in western Shanghai.

The cold wind howled.

Two rows of heavily armed Japanese soldiers stood at the entrance, their bayonets gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

With this protective umbrella, the traitors in Shanghai had even more confidence to revel.

From time to time, high-ranking officials of the Wang Jingwei regime would come and go with their wives and mistresses adorned with jewels.

A black Ford sedan came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.

The car door opened.

Chen Mingchu and He Xingjian walked down the stairs, chatting and laughing.

"Old Chen, this place is pretty wild, much better than that godforsaken place in Pudong. We're going to have some fun tonight."

Chen Mingchu rubbed his gloved hands together and nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Tianfeng is right. Things are tense lately, so it's rare to get out and get some fresh air."

on the steps.

Wang Tianmu and several of his men quickly came to greet them.

"Brother Tianfeng, Brother Chen!"

Wang Tianmu clasped his hands in a fist salute, his face beaming with smiles.

He Xingjian glanced warily at the unfamiliar faces behind Wang Tianmu, and pointed with his cigar-pinched finger: "Brother Wang, who are these people?"

Wang Tianmu turned to the side and began to introduce the product in a generous manner.

"Let me introduce you, this is my private bodyguard."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the burly Ma Hetu.

"This is my former adjutant, Ma Hetu."

"When I fell out with Zhao Lijun, Xiao Ma followed me. They were both staunch anti-Dai fighters."

"He usually accompanied me to No. 76 as a servant, and I knew Director Chen."

Ma and Tu stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the two men.

"Commander He, Director Chen!"

Chen Mingchu glanced at Ma Hetu and nodded with a smile: "Brother Tianfeng, don't worry. These guys are always around No. 76. If there were any problems, Directors Ding and Li would probably be dead hundreds of times over by now."

Wang Tianmu followed up with a smile, "Brother Tianfeng is still so cautious."

"I've already booked the best private room on the second floor. Tonight, the three of us brothers will listen to music and watch dancing until we're completely drunk."

Seeing that even the old fox Chen Mingchu wasn't flustered, He Xingjian realized he had nothing to be afraid of.

He immediately raised his hand and laughed.

"Then I'll gladly accept your offer. Tonight, we old brothers will drink until we drop."

The group walked in in a grand procession.

The accompanying bodyguards immediately dispersed and became vigilant.

Ma Hetu, who was at the back of the group, exchanged a glance with Yue Qingjiang and Ding Baoling beside him.

Chen Gongshu's order was very clear.

Assassination is important, but it is equally important that they leave alive.

The later you act, the better.

Only when night falls and the patrols of Japanese soldiers, 76th Division agents, and police slow down.

The chances of survival only increase significantly after an assassination is successful.

Ma Hetu lowered his head and silently touched the cold holster at his waist.

The gun was loaded with bullets.

Tonight is destined to be a night of bloodshed.

……

On the other side, the Huxi Grand Ballroom.

The ballroom was brightly decorated.

Today is Christmas Eve, and red and green decorations are hung everywhere.

In the center of the dance floor.

They were all dressed in Christmas-themed outfits, with white stockings tightly hugging their slender legs. She wore a red bow tie and a Christmas robe with a very low neckline.

To the rousing Latin music, they writhed wildly.

As her skirt fluttered, glimpses of spring could be seen.

Whistles and applause could be heard continuously from the booths and tables below.

The men's eyes widened in disbelief, and they all raised their glasses and cheered loudly.

In a secluded booth in the corner.

Wang Xuesen and Yang Jie sat facing each other, each holding a wine glass filled with foreign liquor.

Yang Jie's eyes darted around, his gaze constantly shifting between the various beautiful women passing by, as if he wanted nothing more than to strip them naked.

Wang Xuesen swirled his wine glass, took a sip, and couldn't help but joke:

"Old Yang, you're always playing around like this, hasn't your sister considered introducing you to someone?"

Yang Jie withdrew his gaze, curled his lip, and said, "Why wasn't there an introduction? I'm not interested."

He picked up his glass and took a big gulp, then tugged at his tie in frustration.

"The men she married all came from families that are doing quite well."

"Won't I be trapped once I get married?"

"It's nothing like how carefree I am now."

He chuckled mischievously and moved closer.

"I can mess with whoever I want." "She's good with both young girls and old men."

"Of course, if I could marry a beauty like Wanjia like you, it wouldn't be impossible for me to give up this habit."

The thought of Su Wanjia's increasingly hot and voluptuous figure filled Yang Jie's eyes with undisguised jealousy.

Honestly, lately he's been dreaming about Yu Aizhen and Su Wanjia every night. .

Often, when I wake up, I feel so weak that I have to change the sheets.

It's a pity my older sister is very strict.

Moreover, Wang Xuesen is currently being highly valued by Director Li, and he's quite capable in certain areas.

To put it bluntly...

Anyone hoping to poach a woman from Wang Xuesen's side is practically out of luck, if not more difficult than climbing to heaven.

Any woman who's slept with this guy will be completely submissive.

Even that woman, White Rose, regarded her as a god.

Yang Jie could only suppress his feelings for Su Wanjia to avoid humiliating himself.

Thinking of this, he felt a pang of jealousy and lowered his voice to probe.

"I heard Mao Ziming's wife ended up in your pocket, kid?"

"I've seen that woman. She's amazing, her figure is incredible."

Wang Xuesen put down his wine glass, raised his eyebrows, and looked at him:

What do you think?

Yang Jie chuckled dryly: "Is that even a question?"

"Given her looks, she hasn't made a move on to anyone else yet, so she's probably going to end up in your pocket."

He moved even closer, his face full of seeking advice.

"I'm just curious, how does your brother manage to have affairs on the side while maintaining a peaceful and harmonious home life?"

"Teach your brother, please."

Wang Xuesen leaned back on the sofa, arms outstretched, and winked with a smile: "Brother, guess."

Yang Jie spat and rolled his eyes.

"here we go again."

"Every time you ask me to guess, it's basically game over."

Wang Xuesen reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "What's the rush?"

"I'll pass on the secret to you once you get married."

"I guarantee your backyard will stay safe."

Just then, a small commotion arose at the entrance of the dance hall.

The originally noisy music seemed to have subsided somewhat.

Wang Xuesen looked up.

Several beautiful women walked over into the hall.

Leading the way was Madam Huixiang.

The heating in the dance hall was on full blast.

Madam Huixiang took off her outer coat, revealing a black bodycon dress that exposed her shoulders.

Her proud, snow-white breasts were tightly bound together.

Her waist has a slight bit of extra flesh, giving her a mature and sophisticated look.

Her wide hips and pert buttocks filled out the skirt to its fullest extent, making her sway gracefully as she walked, attracting a lot of attention.

It must be said that Wang Xuesen's love letters were not entirely motivated by self-interest.

Nearly 60%.

Indeed, I came here longing for this taste.

The surrounding men's eyes were instantly drawn to it.

A few drunk gangsters even started whistling, which immediately drew shouts from his Japanese ronin bodyguards, who quickly shrank to the side in fright.

Everyone knows this woman is not someone to mess with.

Following closely beside her was Fang Yao.

Fang Yao wore a light blue cheongsam, exuding a cool and aloof air, yet she was still stunningly beautiful.

The two of them standing together were simply the most eye-catching sight in the dance hall.

Yang Jie swallowed hard, his eyes wide open.

"I never expected Japanese women to be so hot. No wonder she's the top socialite in Japan's business world."

He lowered his voice, his tone revealing a mixture of awe and greed.

"This woman is no ordinary person."

"She inherited her husband Ichiro Hatoyama's wealth and connections, and is very influential in the Japanese Chamber of Commerce."

Yang Jie turned his head and stared intently at Wang Xuesen.

"Brother, if you can win her over, you can participate in the distribution of daily necessities in Japan, and you'll be a great contributor to Yongxinglong."

Wang Xuesen glanced at him sideways and picked up his wine glass.

Why aren't you going?

Yang Jie, with a bitter face, waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm nothing."

"She has plenty of suitors."

"From government officials and wealthy young men to Japanese military officers and gang members, it's not my turn."

He stroked his chin and sighed.

"Besides, widows in their early forties are like wolves and tigers."

"It's not something my body can handle."

"Your brother could give it a try."

"You've got the resources; you'll definitely be able to handle her."

Wang Xuesen put down his wine glass and pointed to Fang Yao, who was following behind him: "You can settle for second best."

"I think Fang Yao is quite nice, she has a great figure."

"You can buy her a couple of drinks later...hehe."

Yang Jie looked in the direction he was pointing, and his eyes lit up again: "That's a good idea."

As they were talking, Madam Huixiang and her entourage walked straight toward the booths.

Madam Huixiang's gaze swept across the ballroom and quickly locked onto Wang Xuesen's location.

She parted her red lips slightly and approached with elegant steps.

Wang Xuesen stood up and straightened his suit jacket.

He stepped forward, a gentlemanly smile on his face: "Mrs. Huixiang, Miss Fang."

Upon seeing Wang Xuesen, a faint blush appeared on Madam Huixiang's usually cool face, and her heart inexplicably raced.

Of course she knew who this little rascal was.

I write myself love letters every now and then.

The letter contained a shameless man who talked about having sex with his wife every day, and that he dreamed of calling her name, missing her, and longing for her. He even openly asked for her underwear.

This is unique in the entire Shanghai, no, even in this era, in being so blatantly shameless.

This made the usually self-important Madam Huixiang feel both ashamed and damnably attractive.

Those explicit words plucked at her heartstrings in the dead of night.

It was Wang Xuesen's letters that helped Mrs. Huixiang get through countless sleepless and depressed nights, giving her days a touch of color.

Huixiang hadn't received any letters from him for several days and was quite missing them.

Of course, she knew very well that all the men were after her deceased husband's inheritance and her family's influence in the business association.

Therefore, she had to remain cold and ruthless to dispel those people's delusions.

Wang Xuesen was the only man who stood out from the crowd, a man she had long admired and longed for.

It was this unease that made her feel guilty and uncomfortable every time she saw Wang Xuesen, and she would subconsciously avoid him to avoid him discovering her shameful secret.

This guy really looks handsome tonight.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of refined scoundrel.

Combined with the provocative love messages in the letter, Madam Huixiang now only wanted to go home immediately, soak in the bathtub, and close her eyes...

"Director Wang, it's nice to see you again," Fang Yao greeted him with a smile.

Madam Huixiang, however, only pretended that he was an insignificant nobody.

She withdrew the glance she had at him.

Pretend to be arrogant and not even bother to look at it.

She slightly raised her chin, held her wine glass, and walked straight past Wang Xuesen.

He walked over to a high-ranking member of the Chamber of Commerce behind Wang Xuesen.

A fragrant breeze wafted by.

cheap !

Keep pretending.

I'll get you sooner or later!

Wang Xuesen stared at her exaggerated hip line and swallowed hard.

Seeing Wang Xuesen being looked down upon, Yang Jie felt a sense of balance and satisfaction.

He leaned closer, holding his wine glass, and bumped Wang Xuesen with his shoulder:

"Brother, looks like even your reputation as a Casanova isn't so effective after all."

"They didn't even give you a second glance."

Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow and looked away: "Yes, that's why it's better for me not to take this scripture."

The two sat back down in their booth and chatted for a while.

The music in the dance floor was deafening.

Yang Jie glanced at his watch and frowned.

"Damn it, it's almost nine o'clock."

"Could it be that Zheng Pingping has seen through our plan and isn't coming?"

Wang Xuesen leaned back on the sofa and swirled the liquor in his glass: "No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

"If she doesn't come, we'll just go to her house and arrest her."

"No matter what, they can't escape our grasp."

Yang Jie chuckled in a sinister tone.

He leaned closer to Wang Xuesen and lowered his voice:

"Your brother is ruthless."

"Rumors are circulating that you cheated on Ding Mocun with her. You're so cruel to your own woman."

Wang Xuesen's face darkened, and he slammed his wine glass heavily on the table.

"Who sent it?"

Yang Jie was stunned.

The person who spread these words was himself.

He stammered for a moment, his eyes darting away.

"Four, that's what Si Bao said."

Wang Xuesen cursed, "I'll sleep with his wife."

"You might as well just say that every woman in Shanghai has had an affair with me."

Yang Jie chuckled, looking like he was enjoying the show.

"Hehe, I admit it."

"Rumors are circulating that you slept with Sister Zhen."

"Otherwise, Si Bao and you were best friends back then, how could you break up?"

"I know Sibao. If you didn't really have something going on with Sister Zhen, he wouldn't be making a fuss about it."

He made that up on the spot.

The main focus is on creating something out of nothing, and being a master of gossip.

Yang Jie was secretly delighted to see Wang Xuesen's discomfiture.

This kid usually acts tough in front of me, but today I finally got my revenge.

He picked up his glass and took a big gulp, beaming with pride.

Wang Xuesen stared at him as if he were an idiot, his eyes full of speechlessness.

"Alright, let's drink."

He was genuinely annoyed by this guy.

Many things in this world, whether true or false, are spread through rumors.

As the story spread, the false became the true.

Wang Xuesen looked at Fang Yao, then at Yang Jie who was completely infatuated, and a look of joy gradually appeared in his eyes.

Damn it.

Yang Jie was Ye Jiqing's darling; he couldn't be killed.

But he brought this upon himself by sleeping with a slut, so he can't blame himself.

……

It was nine o'clock.

A commotion arose at the entrance of the dance hall.

Lin Zhijiang quickly approached and reported in a low voice.

"Zheng Pingping is here."

The two turned to look at the doorway.

Zheng Pingping's hair was styled into an elegant wavy updo.

She had put on exquisite makeup today, and wore a royal blue silk dress with a black cloak draped over it.

She walked in gracefully, wearing black high heels.

She swayed her hips, a charming smile typical of socialites on her face: "Director Wang, quite a few people have come to number 76 today."

Wang Xuesen stood up and straightened the hem of his suit jacket:

"These are the only two peaceful days of the year, so everyone needs to get out and get some fresh air."

Zheng Pingping raised her eyebrows and glanced around the hall: "Where is Director Ding?"

Wang Xuesen pointed to the private rooms upstairs.

"Director Ding will be here shortly."

"Captain Lin, please take her upstairs."

Lin Zhijiang popped a candied fruit into his mouth, chewed it as he stepped forward, and said with a forced smile, "Miss Zheng, please."

As he spoke, he made a gesture.

Several agents from the action team swarmed over.

This subtly blocked Zheng Pingping's escape route.

Zheng Pingping looked wary and took a half step back.

"I'm going to see Director Ding, do I really need so many people?"

Lin Zhijiang tilted his head, looking at her with disdain: "Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and get to it."

Zheng Pingping was stunned for a moment, and a look of panic quickly appeared on her face. She turned to look at Wang Xuesen.

Wang Xuesen raised his index finger, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and shrugged helplessly at her.

Zheng Pingping pretended to realize something was wrong, her jade-like face darkening as she reprimanded:

"I'm not seeing Director Ding anymore, please make way."

Lin Zhijiang suddenly moved closer to her, pressing the pistol in his pocket against her lower back.

He let out a sinister laugh, his eyes filled with malice.

"Miss Zheng, that's not up to you."

"This is western Shanghai, our territory and the Japanese territory."

"But no foreigner will protect you."

"Please."

Zheng Pingping placed her last hope in Wang Xuesen, her eyes slightly reddening: "Director Wang, brother, aren't you going to say something?"

Wang Xuesen remained silent, picked up his glass, took a sip of wine, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Pingping, you're just here to drink with Ding Mocun, what's the rush?"

"Could it be that you have something to hide?"

Zheng Pingping stared intently at him, her teeth clenched in a look of utter frustration, as if she had fallen into a trap: "You!"

Linzhijiang became famous, which gave her a rough push:

"Damn it."

"Walk!"

He pushed Zheng Pingping and walked upstairs.

We arrived at the second floor.

The group pushed Zheng Pingping into a dimly lit private room.

He turned and closed the door.

Lin Zhijiang made a gesture.

The fourth brother pounced on him like a wolf or tiger.

He snatched Zheng Pingping's bag and trench coat and examined them carefully.

The fourth brother turned the bag inside out.

Lipstick, powder compact, handkerchief, and face shield were scattered all over the floor.

He shook his head and casually tossed the empty bag onto the sofa: "Captain."

Lin Zhijiang spat out the candied fruit pit from his mouth and waved his hand.

"search."

The fourth brother and another member of the Kuomintang's secret service stepped forward.

The two men roughly pushed Zheng Pingping against the wall and held her shoulders down.

The fourth brother's methods were extremely crude, and he did not treat her as a respectable socialite at all.

His hands quickly groped her body.

From the shoulders to the waist, and then to the thighs.

They didn't even spare his underwear, inside and out.

Zheng Pingping gritted her teeth, enduring the humiliation, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

"Captain, no."

The fourth brother, his hands covered in blood, retreated, cursing under his breath.

"unlucky."

"This woman's got some nerve."

Zheng Pingping trembled with anger, tears welling in her eyes: "You've gone too far!"

"I want to see Director Ding. I want to file a lawsuit against you."

Lin Zhijiang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted and sneered.

"Yeah?"

On behalf of Director Ding, I wish you a Merry Christmas Eve.

He casually picked up the cloak that Zheng Pingping had thrown on the sofa and carefully pinched the collar and cuffs.

Zheng Pingping realized the situation was not good.

She immediately interrupted him, saying, "I need to go to the restroom to change my panty liner."

Lin Zhijiang stopped what he was doing, glanced at her, and smiled: "Okay."

"Fourth brother, follow her."

We arrived at the restroom entrance downstairs.

Zheng Pingping turned around and looked at the burly fourth brother.

"Do you still want to go in?"

The fourth brother sneered, smoking a cigarette while washing his hands with soap: "No, I'll wait for you outside."

After Zheng Pingping went inside.

Yang Jie, who had just been flirting with Fang Yao, immediately put down his wine glass, led two of his men, and quickly went to the back alley of the nightclub.

The bathroom was dimly lit.

Zheng Pingping walked quickly to the toilet and lifted the ceramic tank lid.

Sure enough, lying quietly inside was a palm-sized thunderbolt wrapped in oil paper.

She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly.

Follow the steps taught by Wang Xuesen.

She walked up to the exhaust fan.

Through the exhaust fan vent, he pretended to be nervous and wanted to destroy evidence of the assassination.

He forcefully threw the gun out of the exhaust fan vent.

After doing all this.

She suppressed her fear of being arrested, walked out of the restroom, stood in front of the sink, turned on the tap, and let the water wash over her fingers.

The cold water took away some of the warmth from her hands, but it couldn't take away the chill in her heart.

She looked at her youthful and beautiful self in the mirror.

An indescribable sadness welled up in my heart.

Perhaps this will be the last night of my life.

Perhaps this was the last time she would see her own face so sweet and beautiful.

Zheng Pingping has no regrets.

She was just in pain.

I wasted my youth and effort by failing to kill that scoundrel Ding Mocun.

The woman in the mirror had a firm and resolute gaze.

She knew that once she stepped out of that door, she would be met with the dark and dreary interrogation room of Number 76.

Those blood-stained instruments of torture, those appalling acts of torture.

But she had no other choice.

She took out a powder compact from her small bag.

Carefully applied it to her face, concealing her pale complexion.

She then took out her lipstick and slowly applied it to her lips.

Bright red, like blood.

She straightened her wavy hair, turned to look at the fourth brother, and said, "Let's go."

The fourth brother waved his hand, and the others watched as she returned to the card table.

Lin Zhijiang shook her clothes: "Miss Zheng, we found two bullets in your clothes."

Zheng Pingping's eyes were disdainful yet stubborn: "This is a frame-up, the most common tactic used by your 76th Division."

"Little sister, you've really impressed me."

"Yang Jie".

Wang Xuesen waved his hand dismissively, showing no sentimentality whatsoever.

Wearing white gloves, Yang Jie picked up the discarded pistol and said, "You're quite good at hiding things. We didn't find it during the previous clearing. It was thrown out of bathroom number 2. You were the only one who went in there just now."

"If Ms. Zheng still refuses to admit it, I can apply for fingerprint identification at the military police station."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Pingping's face instantly darkened, and a trace of powerless paleness appeared on her face.

"Pingping, why do this to yourself?"

"Bring Number 76 back immediately!"

Wang Xuesen sneered and downed his drink in one gulp: "Let's go!"

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