Chapter 11: Mu Liancheng's Contempt (Seeking Collections, Seeking Recommendation Votes)

Supported by Wanqiu, Hong Zhiyou arrived at the entrance.

Xiao Guohua returned the gun and grenades to Hong Zhiyou, "Brother, carrying so many grenades when you go out, you're cautious enough."

"No choice, I take money to handle things for others, so I have to take the heat for them."

"If I'm not cautious, I won't live long."

"Fifty-some axes, Section Chief Xiao; without this stuff, I would have met the King of Hell long ago."

Hong Zhiyou spread his five fingers and teased himself with a self-deprecating tone.

Xiao Guohua caught the subtext in his words, sighed slightly, and patted his shoulder, saying:

"Secretary Hong, the Station Chief is new here, and many things are difficult for him too."

"You've suffered."

"I know!"

"I'm off, Old Xiao, I'll treat you to a drink another day."

Hong Zhiyou waved his hand with a smile and drove away.

"Were you deliberately putting on a show for the Station Chief and the others?" Wanqiu asked inside the car.

"Of course."

"I originally wanted to use the Station Chief's hand to get rid of Fourth Master Zhang, or at the very least, have him warn Zhang Shaobai so I could live a few more days."

"Now it seems that's not going to happen."

"But it doesn't matter, it was within my expectations."

Hong Zhiyou smiled easily.

"Then why did you cut yourself? Look, you've lost so much blood!" Wanqiu frowned, her heart aching.

Hong Zhiyou steered with his left hand and held her soft hand with his right:

"This is what they call 'the crying child gets the milk'."

"I've raked in so much money for him, it's not too much to 'cry a little', is it?"

"If Old Wu really has a conscience, he has to reward me with a few gulps of 'milk'."

"You have so many devious thoughts," Wanqiu laughed.

"No choice, in this world, honest people can't survive."

"Young Lady, why don't you reward me with a few gulps first to comfort my wounded soul?"

Hong Zhiyou pulled her hand over and kissed it by his lips.

Wanqiu's pretty face turned bright red.

She glanced around; the light on the road was dim and there was no one else, so she bit her jade-like teeth slightly and began to unfasten the collar of her cheongsam.

"Hey, hey, you're really going to reward me?" Hong Zhiyou hurriedly stopped her.

"Isn't... isn't that what you wanted?" Wanqiu's eyes, brimming with ripples of emotion, were full of shyness and confusion.

Girl, you really are obedient.

"I'm afraid the car will flip."

"Besides, if someone else sees us, wouldn't I be the one losing out?"

"My Qiuqiu, could I let someone else take advantage of you?"

Hong Zhiyou smiled dotingly.

"You're really annoying." Wanqiu blushed down to her neck.

"Annoying is the right way to be."

"If a man isn't bad, a woman won't love him."

"Those with sweet tongues get to eat and drink, while the clumsy ones are always in a state of agitation."

Hong Zhiyou laughed heartily.

"You have a way with words, no wonder you attract women; they call you Jinhai... you know." Wanqiu covered her mouth and giggled.

"Then do you like me?" Hong Zhiyou gripped her hand tightly, turned his head, and asked seriously.

Wanqiu looked into his bright eyes and nodded obediently:

"You are like a love potion, like opium."

"You can't touch even a little bit; once you do, it's for the rest of your life."

"Clearly you're very bad, yet you make people very happy."

"For someone like me who doesn't know if there's a tomorrow, getting one extra second of happiness is a gift from heaven; I'm afraid I can't quit you in this lifetime."

Baby, you have quite a romantic flair.

"Me too, but will you be annoyed by all my messy business?" Hong Zhiyou looked at her, feeling inexplicably ashamed.

"To be honest, I am quite annoyed."

"But seeing you being chased and hacked at by so many people tonight, I understand a little."

"This is also your means of survival."

"Being able to write such beautiful music, I believe your heart is cleaner than anyone else's."

Wanqiu looked at him, her eyes full of heartache.

My heart is actually quite... sigh, what else could Hong Zhiyou say? He could only lean in and kiss her:

"Qiu'er, you understand me."

"Where do you want to go?"

"You're injured, let's go to my uncle's house; he has a private doctor," Wanqiu said.

"Alright!" Hong Zhiyou nodded.

He had already taken Wanqiu to the Station Chief's place to set the stage first.

It was just as well that he had met the Japanese woman at the cocktail party; it was time to let Mu Liancheng have a look.

Under Wanqiu's guidance, Hong Zhiyou drove to the Mu residence.

It was worthy of being the number one traitor in Jinhai.

The massive Western-style manor was even more magnificent than the Jinhai Station.

However, there were few people inside, making it seem somewhat desolate.

"It used to be very lively with many people, but after the restoration, my uncle was afraid of attracting attention and dismissed everyone," Wanqiu explained.

They got out of the car.

The two came to the living room.

Mu Liancheng, dressed in a brown long gown, was sitting on the floor tasting tea with the Japanese woman.

"Wanqiu, this, this is..." Mu Liancheng lived a secluded life and did not know Hong Zhiyou.

"Secretary Hong!" The Japanese woman stood up and bowed.

This woman was in her forties; she couldn't be called beautiful, but her skin was glowing white, and her chest was large, with the parts squeezed out by her bodice looking as soft as clouds.

Her eyes revealed a gentle charm amidst their fragility.

Coupled with the submissive nature of Japanese women.

It made it impossible to see any trace of a top-tier agent in her; instead, there was an indescribable allure.

Like a beautiful green tea, pretending to be young and pitiful, clearly making people hate her to the bone, yet also making them want to fiercely...

Not simple at all.

No wonder she could manipulate Old Mu so clearly.

"Secretary Hong?"

"A grand visit, I apologize for not welcoming you from afar!"

Mu Liancheng reacted quickly and bowed with cupped hands.

The old man was in his fifties, with a center-parted hairstyle and a pointed face with some pockmarks; one look and you could tell he wasn't a good bird.

"This is my... friend, Miss Keiko," he introduced.

"Boss Mu!"

"Miss Keiko."

Hong Zhiyou nodded, his attitude neither warm nor cold.

"Secretary Hong, this is..." Mu Liancheng asked.

"Uncle, he is injured. Where is Dr. Liu?" Wanqiu asked.

"In the backyard, I'll go call him," Mu Liancheng said, not daring to be negligent.

Hong Zhiyou went to the medical room and simply treated his wounds.

Returning to the living room, Mu Liancheng poured tea and asked with a smile:

"Secretary Hong, you're quite young. How old are you?"

"25," Hong Zhiyou said.

"My Qiu'er is 23. How long have you known each other?" Mu Liancheng asked again.

"We just met today," Hong Zhiyou said truthfully.

Wanqiu stood to the side with her head lowered, not daring to even take a deep breath.

"Mr. Hong, being able to become Station Chief Wu's secretary, your official rank must be very high, right?" Mu Liancheng asked with a smile.

"Second Lieutenant!"

Second Lieutenant?

Mu Liancheng's expression darkened.

As the wealthiest man in the entire city, he knew well that he was a piece of fat meat in the eyes of the high-ranking officials of Jinmen.

Those who could be sent by their own families were definitely the trusted confidants of those big shots.

For example, Yu Zecheng of the Jinmen Station.

Every word he spoke was extortion; it was clear he was a lackey trusted by Wu Jingzhong.

Moreover, Yu Zecheng was the Chief of the Confidentiality Office.

His rank was Major.

With a limitless future, he was clearly more significant than this little secretary.

"Secretary Hong, your Station Chief Wu must have mentioned me to you, right?" Mu Liancheng's smile turned cold by a few degrees.

"He has."

"You are number one on the list of traitors."

"However, I am not responsible for catching traitors; I am mainly responsible for the restructuring of municipal assets."

Hong Zhiyou knew he was mocking him for not being Wu Jingzhong's "favorite son."

"It is getting late, so I won't disturb Secretary Hong's rest. Steward Pang, see the guest out!" Mu Liancheng raised his hand and shouted.

"Uncle, Secretary Hong is injured," Wanqiu gathered her courage and interjected.

Mu Liancheng glared at her fiercely. Just as he was about to speak, Hong Zhiyou stood up and laughed arrogantly:

"Mr. Mu, I still have things to discuss with Miss Wanqiu, and I would like to stay at your residence for the night."

"By the way, you don't know how I got injured, do you?"

"Just now, over a hundred people from the Canal Gang were chasing me with blades, so I threw this."

After Hong Zhiyou finished speaking, he lifted his coat to reveal the hand grenade inside.

Damn it!

Are young people these days this thick-skinned?

To sleep with a girl, he's threatening people in their own home.

These dog secret agents of the Jinmen Station are truly wolves and leopards.

(End of chapter)