Chapter 531: Eliminating the Traitor

Seeing that the M Country soldiers floating on the sea surface were all dead, He Yuzhu quickly put away his Pistol, hid behind a rock, and looked toward the distant sea to watch the spectacle.

The Hong Kong-British patrol boats sailed into these waters one after another and began to blockade the sea.

The sounds of whistles and engines mixed with the sound of the tide came over; cargo ships gradually became congested, and looking from afar, it seemed as if a steel jungle had suddenly sprouted on the sea.

Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening; the setting sun dyed the horizon a blood-red color, reflecting on the turbulent sea.

The blockade was finally lifted, and these waters began to resume traffic; the Asia Shipping Company cargo ships set sail one after another, dragging long wakes as they headed into the distance.

At this time, He Yuzhu also quietly returned to Jin Hai's villa.

The villa was brightly lit, and Jin Hai's victory banquet had been going on for nearly five hours; with no sign of He Yuzhu, everyone was getting a bit anxious.

Zhao Ying caught sight of He Yuzhu walking in unscathed and immediately rushed over to hug him, "What is wrong with you, kid? The Warship was blown up a long time ago; why did you drag it out until now to come back?"

He Yuzhu patted her back and explained, "I wanted to wait until there were no survivors on the two warships before I felt safe coming back."

Zhao Ying let go of him, a look of relief appearing on her face, "Do you know? The mole who passed the information this time was caught by us. He confessed that almost every one of our cargo ship docking points had an undercover agent planted. These people only got one thousand Hong Kong Dollars from the other side for every piece of information they provided."

"Damn them to hell!" He Yuzhu spat, "People like this cannot be kept; their corpses should be hung at the pier to feed the seagulls."

"Do you think you need to remind me of that?" Zhao Ying lit a cigarette and exhaled a thin wisp of smoke, "Jin Hai has already done it."

"What do you all think, how long will it be before those M Military on Ryukyu Island send people over again?" He Yuzhu asked for everyone's opinion.

"In my opinion, perhaps in a day or two. Their warships were already loitering in international waters anyway," Jin Hai said.

"Then I will go to international waters tomorrow to be a 'street loafer' and sink a few more warships to give them a taste of their own medicine," He Yuzhu said bluntly.

Su Qing, who was to the side, wore a worried look and interjected, "The M Country Navy has suffered a great loss this time; what if they get angry and start firing cannons directly at the cargo ships?"

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment and looked at Jin Hai, "Master Jin, I have to trouble you to help me find a few people who aren't afraid of death to get on the ship. I will pay several times the price and will also try my best to keep them safe."

Jin Hai nodded, the glow of his cigar flickering at his fingertips, "To tell you the truth, ever since the Brotherhood had one hundred and fifty thousand people, I have always kept a few ships ready and raised a group of brothers who can fight. I thought that if one day we were pushed to a dead end, I would take people out to sea, and if that didn't work, we could at least seize a small island and become kings ourselves. This time, I will hand this group of people over to you; you don't need to pay for the money."

Zhao Ying was still uneasy and urged, "Those M Country soldiers are just a bunch of beasts in military uniforms; you must be careful and stay safe."

"I understand," He Yuzhu replied, and then he looked around at everyone, "I want to sell most of the cargo ships to the Mainland; otherwise, you will have endless trouble, and I won't be able to spend every day here. Don't worry, the money I give won't be little; you can use this money to purchase new ships and build a few small shipping companies... No matter how capable I am, I can only blow up a few warships at most; I can't hurt their foundation."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying pulled He Yuzhu into a corner and whispered into his ear, "Su Qing mentioned to me that M Country has a Knox Vault; although the security is tight, it may not be impregnable. If we could really move against that place, M Country would have to regress by at least ten years, and they might not even recover in ten years. There would be no time at all for them to come and cause us trouble."

He Yuzhu laughed upon hearing this, "Sister Ying, although Su Qing's idea seems like a fantasy, it makes a lot of sense. However, this idea sounds like it carries a ruthless determination to perish together. He must have suffered a lot of grievances over there!"

Zhao Ying nodded, "Su Qing doesn't talk much. When I asked him why he hated M Country so much, he only repeated one sentence: those people never reason."

"That is a concise summary," He Yuzhu's smile turned cold.

In his past life, when he was studying in the United Kingdom, he felt much the same. The logic is always with their white race, and the mistakes are always someone else's.

After the serious business was discussed, He Yuzhu bid farewell to everyone, "I will set sail with the ship early tomorrow morning; I'll go back to Liu Rusi's place tonight."

Returning home, Liu Rusi had already been waiting for a long time; seeing him, she embraced him tightly as if welcoming a triumphant hero.

He Mu, the little guy, had become much closer to his father recently, and at this moment, he ran over with his short legs, "da-da," and looked up with his little face, shouting unclearly, "Papa, hug!"

He Yuzhu smiled, bent down, and lifted him high up.

The little guy giggled with excitement, his little hands waving in the air.

After the father and son finished their affection, Liu Rusi said softly, "Through the information provided by Zhao Ying, Director Zheng's lair has been located. He is currently hiding in a pharmacy called 'Baiweitang', disguised as the shopkeeper. We originally planned to take action tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Sister, give me the address. I don't want to let this old thing breathe for even one more second."

Liu Rusi pushed him gently, "Look at how impatient you are. We are well-prepared this time and will definitely be able to take him down."

"No," He Yuzhu shook his head, "This old fox has too keen a sense of smell; if he senses the risk and slips away again, our efforts will have been in vain."

Liu Rusi pondered for a moment and finally compromised, "Very well. The pharmacy is on Sheung Wan Wenxian West Street, and the sign is 'Baiweitang'. You must be careful; most of the clerks inside are veteran secret agents."

"Don't worry." Before He Yuzhu had finished speaking, he had already turned and walked out the door.

He walked to a quiet place, looked around to see no one, and then flashed into the space.

A moment later, when he came out, he had transformed into a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a rugged face.

He took the Bentley sedan out of the space, started the engine, and drove toward Sheung Wan.

The "Baiweitang" on Wenxian West Street was not hard to find; the storefront was spacious and located in a conspicuous place in the market, and the open space in front of the door was enough to park dozens of cars, so business seemed quite prosperous.

He Yuzhu parked the car and walked in swaggeringly.

The pharmacy was filled with the bitter scent of herbs and the aged fragrance of dried goods; it sold various Chinese medicinal materials and also displayed valuable supplements such as bird's nest and cordyceps.

Customers came and went, and the clerks were busy moving about.

As soon as He Yuzhu entered the door, he quietly activated his detection ability and instantly perceived the situation inside: the few people receiving customers in the front had no weapons, while those clerks moving and organizing goods in the back all had Colt Pistols tucked into their waists.

A young clerk hurried up to greet him, speaking in Yue Cuisine dialect, "Sir, what would you like to buy?"

He Yuzhu did not understand the Yue Cuisine dialect, so he responded in fluent English.

The clerk looked troubled and hurriedly turned to ask for the shopkeeper.

Taking advantage of this time, He Yuzhu paced around the shop, seemingly casually, and had already figured out the layout: there was a warehouse in the Houyuan, a part of which had been reinforced with concrete into a Dark Bunker, where five people were hiding, equipped with M1 Carbines. In the entire shop, there were sixteen people carrying guns in total.