Chapter 148 He Wants to Gain Momentum, To Transform into a Dragon

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Wang Xuesen stood there, stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He knew that Wanjia had practiced martial arts and had seen her perform a few fancy moves.

But I never imagined that this woman would be so incredibly brave.

In their brief exchange, Wang Xuesen could clearly sense the assassin's explosive power and agile flexibility.

Although that guy was skinny, his body was as hard as an iron tree. Every move he made was devoid of any fancy moves and was all aimed at killing.

In terms of strength, he is probably even above Wang Lin.

This terrifying humanoid machine was actually knocked unconscious by Wan Jia with a single kick.

How much force must that woman have used to kick me?

"Wow, my wife is amazing."

Wang Xuesen snapped out of his daze, quickly stepped forward, took out a pair of thumb cuffs, and first tightly handcuffed the unconscious Zhao Datian.

They found some thick hemp rope and tied their hands and feet together tightly.

After he finished tying her up, he picked up the gleaming short knife from the ground and brought it to his nose to smell it.

There is no smell of poison or chemicals.

Whoa!

Wang Xuesen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and jokingly looked at Wanjia, who was rummaging through the first-aid kit:

"Your Vajra Legs are impressive! Which high monk taught you that?"

"What 'Iron Leg'? I call this Tan Leg, okay?"

Wanjia rolled her eyes at him and carefully treated his wound.

Fortunately, it was just a minor cut that bled a little; a simple treatment should be fine.

Wang Xuesen clicked his tongue: "Tan Tui? Where did you learn it? Teach me sometime."

Wanjia dipped a cotton ball in iodine and gently pressed it onto his wound: "My father and Master Wang Ziping were old friends."

"Before the Japanese invaded Shanghai, Master Wang stayed at my house for more than a month and taught me the Twelve Styles of Tan Leg."

Wang Xuesen clicked his tongue in amazement: "It's so nice to be a rich young lady; she actually gets to receive personal guidance from Master Wang."

"When I was training in the mountain city, Shen Zui kicked my butt, and I still had to say thank you, sir."

Wanjia snorted, a smug look on her lips: "You should be glad you found a treasure."

"Absolutely."

Wang Xuesen put his arm around her shoulder and sincerely sighed, "They say that husband and wife are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately."

"You didn't run away and even stayed to help me out, I'm already..."

He couldn't continue.

That's a top-tier assassin.

A flash of blade, and life or death hangs in the balance.

Being able to fight and having kung fu skills are one thing.

For someone like Wanjia, who has almost no practical experience, it's already quite remarkable that she wasn't scared out of her wits.

They are definitely a loving couple, and they cherish each other from the bottom of their hearts.

Wanjia lowered her head and said softly, "Of course, my mother said that my primary task is to protect you."

Even if I'm gone, I'll protect you.

"I haven't forgotten that I'm still a soldier of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Her heart was pounding in her throat.

My hands and feet felt numb, and my head was buzzing.

But as soon as he saw Xuesen in danger, he couldn't care about anything else.

That one kick almost used all his strength.

Of course, luck also played a part.

If that guy hadn't underestimated him, that kick probably wouldn't have been effective.

Wang Xuesen pulled her close, kissed her hard on the forehead, and then gently squeezed Wanjia's still relatively soft waist.

Strange.

She's not some kind of super-muscular woman, so where does this strength come from?

Thinking of this, he chuckled, "When I first arrived, I didn't see how good you were at fighting. I almost raped you..."

Wanjia rolled her eyes at him: "How can you compare to him?"

"Why is it different?"

Wanjia lowered her head, her pretty face flushed: "Before I teamed up with you for the mission, my mother reminded me that since we were pretending to be husband and wife, there were some things I needed to be mentally prepared for."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

"After all, the work in our line of work is stressful, and we need ways to release that stress..."

"Besides, you really do a good job, so I can't just risk my life for you over something like this."

"Haha! Mom is so sensible!"

Wang Xuesen slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing, "So, from the moment you accepted this task, you tacitly agreed to let me sleep with you, right?"

Wanjia nodded shyly, her voice barely audible, "I guess... I guess so."

"Anyway, I don't have a boyfriend. For the sake of the mission, as long as you're not too bad or terrible, I can probably accept you."

"hateful!"

Wang Xuesen was furious.

"Then why did you pretend to be innocent with me back then!"

"You can't do this, you can't do that!"

" !

He slapped her hard on the buttocks in a fit of anger.

"Ugh, you hit me hard." Wanjia pouted and glared at him. "The only reason I hate you is because you have the face of Second Young Master Wang."

"I find that guy disgusting."

Wang Xuesen gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, this traitor almost made me miss out on a beauty. He deserves to be executed by Boss Dai."

"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore."

Wanjia kicked the unconscious Zhao Datian on the ground, and the shyness on her face vanished instantly.

"What should we do with this guy?"

Wang Xuesen stroked his chin, squatted down, and rummaged through Zhao Datian's pockets.

Clean and tidy.

There was nothing that could prove their identity.

Professional killer.

If this guy was sent by Chen Bijun or someone else, sending him to 76 might not only yield no results, but could also cause more trouble.

If Li Shiqun gets involved, things will become complicated.

Wang Tianmu used to have a private branch in the Green Gang, and he also had several single members of the Military Intelligence Bureau living in the old branch.

Going there would be a good choice.

The occupation of Shenzhen came very quickly.

Upon seeing Zhao Datian bound like a rice dumpling on the ground, Zhao Datian immediately knew he was a tough nut to crack with a quick touch and probe.

Looking at the bandage wrapped around Wang Xuesen's arm, everything became clear.

A chill ran through him, a sense of unease and worry washing over him, but he continued to laugh and joke.

"You're pretty good, kid. That wasn't for nothing. How did you knock him out?"

He checked and found no wounds on the assassin, so he couldn't help but be curious.

"Wanjia kicked her unconscious," Wang Xuesen said casually.

"Miss Su?"

"This, how is this possible!" Zhan Shen was stunned.

"I was just lucky; he wasn't on guard against me." Wanjia maintained the low-key and humble demeanor befitting a lady from a respectable family.

"Alright, enough talk, just take him away."

"Make sure you understand it thoroughly," Wang Xuesen urged.

Zhan Shen hoisted the person onto his shoulder and grinned:

"Don't worry, once we get to Old Wang, even if he's stubborn, we'll be able to pry his tongue out."

After seeing Zhan Shen off, Wang Xuesen went back upstairs, where Wan Jia was squatting on the floor mopping.

The bedroom was a complete mess.

Wang Xuesen wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "I want to..."

"Wait... we're not done tidying up yet." Wanjia struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free.

"I'm not cleaning up."

"Then at least let me go take a shower."

"No, I want it now, not after washing."

Wanjia twisted her body and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with both shame and anger: "Really... then go get the oil."

She knew this guy was a beast; when he got excited, he would do whatever he wanted, and there was no way to stop him.

Wang Xuesen chuckled softly, leaning on her shoulder: "With your constitution, what do you need oil for?"

"You're so annoying."

Wanjia bit her lower lip and said coquettishly, "I didn't do anything to you, I don't know where you got this idea."

Wang Xuesen chuckled: "What's gotten into you? I just want to know if your Tan-style leg kick can actually kill someone!"

"Who's stronger, my mighty Vajra body or yours?!"

Wanjia glared at her with almond-shaped eyes: "Dare to underestimate my Tan Tui? I'll show you what I'm made of today!"

"Holy crap...you're serious?!"

"Do you want to end the Wang family line?!"

Soon, Wang Xuesen's screams and pleas for mercy came from the bedroom.

"Are you convinced?"

"I give up!"

"You always make me call you 'Dad,' today it's your turn. Call me 'Grandma'!"

"Yes, please spare my life, Grandma."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"Grandma!"

"That's more like it."

Wanjia then relaxed triumphantly.

Wang Xuesen was secretly amazed; he had truly struck gold this time.

Given Wan-jia's physique and "good kung fu," she would probably remain a young girl until her death.

The likes of White Rose?

Pooh!

Even the dogs won't sleep!

……

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A car stopped at the entrance.

Zhan Shen and Wang Tianmu got out of the car.

Zhan Shen was holding three large wolfhounds on one hand and carrying a large bag of luggage in the other.

Wang Tianmu carried two heavy boxes, which were clearly weapons.

Wang Xuesen came out to greet them and was taken aback by the scene.

"This is?"

Zhan Shen coughed, tied the dog leash to the iron post in the yard, and said with a businesslike expression, "I've decided, I'll be staying here from today."

Wang Xuesen crossed his arms and said nonchalantly, "There's no need for that. How could I possibly trouble you, Master Zhan?"

Zhan Shen glared at him: "Alright, I'm just afraid you'll get ripped off and people will laugh at you."

"They say I, Zhan Shen, a top assassin of the Military Intelligence Bureau, can't even do a good job as a bodyguard."

"hehe."

Seeing his stubborn, prideful expression, Wang Xuesen yelled at the top of his lungs, "Xiaomin, your brother Shen is here!"

Xiao Min, who was watering the flowers in the yard, ran over happily when she heard this.

"What are you waiting for? Get your brother Shen's luggage and get started!"

"Very good!"

Xiaomin blushed with excitement and reached out to help Zhan Shen carry his luggage: "Brother Shen, I'll make your bed right now!"

Zhan Shen stiffened and took two steps back: "Ahem, no need."

He pointed to the small hut next to the flowerbed behind him: "Isn't there an empty gardener's room over there? I'll sleep there."

As he spoke, he broke out in a cold sweat, grabbed his bag, and dashed off to the backyard.

Xiaomin chased after him for a couple of steps but couldn't catch up, so she stopped, feeling wronged.

Wang Tianmu laughed out loud when he saw this scene.

"This kid, even a ghost couldn't run this fast."

"Brother Shen, Brother Shen!"

Xiaomin wanted to continue, but Wanjia stopped her with a smile: "Alright, you can't rush things."

"Since he's already here, wasn't it just a matter of time?"

"Listen to your sister-in-law, take it slow!"

Xiaomin lowered her head, her ears turning red all the way to the roots of her neck: "I, I didn't mean that..."

"Alright, you guys go ahead with your work, I'll have a quick chat with Lao Wang." Wang Xuesen smiled.

He gestured to Wang Tianmu, and the two entered the living room one after the other.

Wanjia winked at Xiaomin and pulled her upstairs.

With no outsiders around, Wang Xuesen calmly served tea.

"That was close."

Wang Tianmu took the teacup, took a big gulp, and wiped his mouth:

"I know the assassin. His name is Zhao Datian, and his nickname is Gecko."

"This guy is Yu Yefeng's trusted subordinate, known as one of the four great assassins of the Green Gang. He has unparalleled lightness skills and can come and go without a trace."

Wang Xuesen narrowed his eyes, signaling him to continue.

"Cheng Ziqing, Zhang Xiaolin's former patron and a police officer in the French Concession, once asked him to assassinate his rival in order to obtain the position of Chinese Chief of Staff."

"This guy managed to sneak into a mansion guarded by dozens of people and shave someone's head off."

"This guy managed to sneak into a mansion guarded by dozens of people and shave someone's head off."

There's a saying in Shanghai: "It's better to owe the King of Hell ten thousand taels of gold than to have a gecko climb onto your roof."

"Just mentioning this guy sends shivers down everyone's spine."

Wang Tianmu spoke of old stories with great reluctance.

Wang Xuesen felt a chill run down his spine.

He only knew the assassin was a tough nut to crack, but he didn't expect him to be this tough.

If it weren't for Wanjia's miraculous kick... I'd probably be reporting to the King of Hell by now.

"Who would have thought that the gecko, with its lifelong reputation, would be defeated by Miss Wanjia."

"We can only say that God is on our side."

At this point, Wang Tianmu's smile vanished, and he said solemnly:

"However, you really need to strengthen your security measures."

"I've brought over two brothers who know how to train dogs, three German Shepherds, and with Zhan Shen in charge, ordinary assassins basically have no chance."

Wang Xuesen nodded.

He knew that last night was purely luck.

The gecko didn't care about Wanjia at all; its attention was entirely on itself.

Although Wanjia's kick was beautiful, it was essentially a sneak attack.

Next time, if they use someone who doesn't underestimate their opponent, or even two of them...

With that thought in mind, he suppressed his distracting thoughts and asked, "Did he confess?"

Wang Tianmu sighed and spread his hands:

"This guy still has some backbone. Even though Lao Si crushed his balls, he just wouldn't say a word."

"Actually, it's obvious why he didn't speak."

"That bastard is so stubborn."

Wang Xuesen was silent for a few seconds: "He's quite a man."

These words come from the bottom of my heart.

Being able to withstand the fourth brother's methods without making a sound, just based on that toughness alone, he would be a top-notch talent even in the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Pity.

"What should we do?" Wang Tianmu asked.

Wang Xuesen's gaze turned cold: "Keeping him around is pointless, and he's not someone we can use."

He shrugged, his gaze chilling:

"I've always been a very simple person."

"Anyone who wants to be my friend, I will treat them like a brother. Anyone who wants my life, I will take theirs."

"Cut off his dog's head."

Wang Xuesen scoffed, "Give it to Zhang Xiaolin."

Wang Tianmu was stunned. "Give it to Zhang Xiaolin?"

"That's right, he'll understand." Wang Xuesen nodded.

Wang Tianmu opened his mouth, wanting to ask why.

But seeing Wang Xuesen's confident expression, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Having followed this kid for so long, he had long since learned one thing: ask less, listen more, and just do as he's told; you can't go wrong.

"Okay, I'll get on it right now."

He propped himself up on his knees to get up.

"No rush." ​​Wang Xuesen reached out and stopped him, picking up the teapot to refill his cup.

"Sit down, I have something more important to discuss with you."

Wang Tianmu sat down again, overjoyed: "Great, that's what I've been waiting for."

"Now that I've been kicked out of No. 76, I can finally unleash my full potential and do something big."

"Just tell me what tasks you need."

"Old Wang, what are your plans for the future?" Wang Xuesen wanted to hear about his life plans first.

Wang Tianmu was taken aback by the question and paused for a moment.

"I'm going to stick with you no matter what."

"I don't care about military intelligence or national salvation; I just want to get rich with you."

These words are crude, but sincere.

Wang Xuesen nodded, without commenting on the level of insight or eloquence of these remarks.

What he needs is this kind of down-to-earth person; those who talk a lot about family, country, and the world are unreliable.

"I've always thought that if we keep operating so secretly, it will be difficult for us to grow big."

Wang Xuesen put down his teacup and tapped his fingers on the armrest a few times: "How do you think you compare to the likes of Du Yuesheng and Zhang Xiaolin?"

Wang Tianmu didn't rush to answer; instead, he frowned and pondered deeply.

The boss isn't one to make baseless accusations.

Since you asked that question, there must have been some consideration behind it.

"Compared to Du Yuesheng, in terms of skill, intelligence, and networking, I am far inferior."

"I still admire Du Laosan; at least he didn't become a traitor."

Wang Tianmu answered truthfully.

Wang Xuesen nodded slightly.

That's right. Only by understanding others can we understand ourselves.

"Compared to Zhang Xiaolin..." Wang Tianmu gave an awkward laugh.

"I'm not bragging, but I'm at least more generous and loyal than him, and I treat my men like human beings."

"Didn't I also serve as the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai district?"

"I think it should be a bit stronger."

"I think so too," Wang Xuesen nodded.

"Zhang Xiaolin simply benefited from the dividends of the times."

"Back then, the three big bosses of the Green Gang joined forces. Huang Jinrong was the foundation, Du Yuesheng built up connections, and Zhang Xiaolin risked his life. It was only when the three of them came together that they were able to maintain their power."

"Shanghai is no longer what it used to be."

"Zhang Xiaolin is unworthy of his position and betrays his country for personal gain."

"In my opinion, it's time to reshuffle the deck and bring in a new group of people to the table."

Wang Tianmu's eyes gleamed sharply: "You mean...?"

"I hope you can devour Zhang Xiaolin and become the new tycoon of Shanghai," Wang Xuesen said.

"Are you...are you serious?"

Wang Tianmu was extremely excited.

He is not without ambition.

After falling from his position as the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, enduring humiliation at No. 76, and then following Wang Xuesen to deal in black market goods, he had been accumulating strength all along.

But he has never dared to use the title "new tycoon" to describe himself.

That's too far.

It's so far away it feels like a dream.

Wang Xuesen smiled knowingly at his reaction:

"You have connections to the Green Gang, backgrounds with the Military Intelligence Bureau, guns, men, and guts."

"What's missing are just two things: resources and the situation."

Wang Xuesen's face exuded a calm and confident air, as if he were using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

He had seen it in two other people before.

One was Dai Li.

One of them is Du Laosan!

Damn, this kid's about to rise to power, he's about to transform into a dragon.

……