Chapter 178: Traitors Must Die

Lin Tian arrived at the back street.

Zhou Yan was eating noodles, with a large helping of chili and cilantro, sweating profusely from the heat.

"Brother Zhou, found him.

"There's a secret passage under the bed board in the firewood shed; Yuan Peilin is hiding inside.

"The signal: knock five times heavily, then three times lightly; that's how Li Ya knocked, anyway."

Lin Tian demonstrated on the table, then waved his hand to order another bowl of noodles.

"The opera troupe is about to finish.

"I'm going to do the job; you notify Director Lu in a bit."

Zhou Yan finished eating, wiped his mouth, left a thick stack of legal tender, and stood up to leave.

"Brother Zhou, you could at least pay for mine." Lin Tian shouted.

"Forget it.

"You're richer than me following Young Master Hong; it's not bad enough I didn't make you pay."

Zhou Yan glared at him and quickly disappeared into the night.

Li Ya left the firewood shed and returned to the opera stage, asking Mi Zhiguo, who was on duty nearby: "How is it? Nothing unusual, right?"

"Nothing." Mi Zhiguo said respectfully.

"I don't know what I ate tonight, but my stomach is acting up something fierce.

"I'm going back first.

"Little Yunxian is about to finish her set; tell her.

"If she wants to see me, tell her to take a rickshaw to my place herself."

Li Ya deliberately misled Mi Zhiguo; going to the latrine could cover the gap in time he was away, preventing suspicion.

More than that, he thought about Little Yunxian finishing her set, and having to treat her to a late-night snack again made his heart ache.

Anyway, Old Yuan was about to be picked up.

Who would come to this low-class place in the future? It was noisy, and a bunch of bottom-tier scum were making a racket.

As for Little Yunxian being willing to come find him,

having a girl to sleep with for free was still better than Ma Kui's wife's photos.

After calculating carefully, Li Ya stood up and left.

"So he was just going to the latrine."

Mi Zhiguo curled his lip and muttered, patiently waiting for Little Yunxian to finish.

Backyard.

Zhou Yan, dressed in black, flipped over the courtyard wall and moved toward the firewood shed with light and swift steps.

Because Li Ya had given the word,

few people came to the firewood shed.

Even Zhang Wenshun, who had been staying there before, didn't know there was a tunnel under the bed board.

Zhou Yan quietly closed the door, walked to the bed, lifted the bedding, and knocked five times first.

He paused for a few seconds.

Then he knocked three times lightly.

Sure enough, a rustling sound began under the bed board.

With a creak, the secret compartment moved aside.

A head poked out from inside, asking impatiently: "What is it again?"

Zhou Yan raised the oil lamp and flashed it at him.

Sure enough, it was the thick-browed, big-eyed Yuan Peilin.

Yuan Peilin also saw the masked Zhou Yan, gasped, and trembled uncontrollably: "Hero, you... who are you?

"The Reds, the Secret Service, the Dangtong Bureau, or are you from the underworld?"

Zhou Yan looked at him expressionlessly: "A killer of thieves, an anti-Chiang fighter!"

"Hero!

"We can talk this over; since you're not a Red, name your conditions."

Yuan Peilin swallowed hard, trying to stay calm.

"Shameless wretch, do you think everyone is as greedy for wealth and glory as you?

"Look at your cowardly appearance.

"Pah!

"I heard those rumors about you before, and it just dirtied my ears.

"A degenerate like you isn't even as good as Gu Shunzhang!"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth and spat a thick glob of phlegm onto his face, then flicked his hand, and a gleaming short axe appeared.

Yuan Peilin's heart felt like it was being stabbed.

Once upon a time, he followed Mr. Wu to break Gu Shunzhang, going into dragon's dens and tiger's lairs without hesitation, hailed as the backbone and iron bone of the organization, and single-handedly built most of the Red underground intelligence network.

Now, he was clinging to life like a hamster.

Recalling the past, he was in agony.

Taking a deep breath, Yuan Peilin calmed down:

"I deserve to die ten thousand times.

"Before I die, I ask the hero to pass on a message: the Military Statistics Bureau has a high-level spy in Yancheng, and this person is very likely hidden within the organization's headquarters.

"Because he has met Yancheng Number One.

"He knows the address and the location of the headquarters meetings like the back of his hand.

"Moreover, this person has special channels and is under the direct command of Mao Renfeng.

"The Chiang father and son have already ordered Mao Renfeng to execute a precision strike plan soon, very likely to bomb the organization's headquarters, especially Yancheng Number One.

"Li Ya is escorting me to Jingling tonight just to perform a final verification and confirmation of these addresses.

"But even without me, Yuan Peilin, they could verify them through the Americans or journalists and progressives who have been to Yancheng.

"This concerns the life-and-death survival of the organization; I beg the righteous man to pass this on."

Between life and death, Yuan Peilin made the final choice of his life.

His hands were already stained with the blood of his comrades; there was no turning back.

He only hoped for a little peace of mind, that his soul could return to his homeland.

"Slash!"

Zhou Yan's eyes sharpened, and the short axe swung toward Yuan Peilin's neck.

Pfft!

Yuan Peilin clutched his neck, making muffled sounds in his mouth.

"I hate traitors most in my life.

"Traitors must die!"

Zhou Yan grabbed his hair, dragged him out with one hand, and threw him onto the bed board.

The short axe chopped down twice more.

He placed Yuan Peilin's head on the desk to the side.

Then he tore off a piece of white cloth.

Dipping his finger in blood, he wrote four characters: "Traitors Must Die!"

The reason for doing this was simple.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend.

After Mr. Wang died, the Axe Gang disbanded, and Zhou Yan was getting on in years, having long lost his former soaring ambitions.

Assassinating Chiang was something he didn't dare to think about.

But helping the Red Assassination Squad regain morale and killing the prestige of the dog spies—this small matter he could still manage.

Lin Tian finished his noodles, circled into a small alley, and knocked on the car window.

Then, he left quickly.

Sitting in the car, Lu Qiaoshan waved his hand at his subordinates: "Go, tell the police station to enter the opera troupe and make the arrest."

"Yes!" The subordinates took the order.

Detective Li Dong of the police station was smoking in a corner outside the theater.

Ever since he met the noble person Secretary Hong in the alley and collected the body for Ke Chengwu,

Li Dong's official career had been smooth sailing.

First, he was promoted from acting detective to full detective.

With Hong Zhiyou's care, Lu Qiaoshan had treated him well while serving as Police Chief.

Now that the Secret Service Bureau had been kicked out of the police system, the new Police Chief and Commissioner were also very attentive to him.

People from all walks of life came to seek favors, and with Hong Zhiyou as his backer, Li Dong could basically handle it all, making a fortune in the process.

Li Dong knew deeply that tonight's play concerned the glory and wealth of Hong, Lu, and himself, so he didn't dare to be the least bit negligent.

He hadn't even eaten dinner, just came to stake out the area.

"Detective, it's time." A trusted subordinate walked over and whispered.

"Go!

"Follow me to catch the criminal!"

Li Dong, who had grown a thick mustache, waved his hand and led seven subordinates straight to the theater.

"Move!

"Detective Li is handling a case."

Several subordinates were also sensible, clearing the way with majestic voices.

"Yo, what wind blew Detective Li here?"

The troupe manager, You Da, came up bowing and scraping.

"We are tracking a murderer; he very likely took advantage of the chaos to run into your theater.

"Now we need to go in and search.

"Move!"

Li Dong adjusted the belt around his waist with both hands and shouted.

At his shout, the audience all around stood up, and many of the timid ones ran away directly.

For a moment, the scene was chaotic.

The actors, gongs, drums, and suonas all stopped.

A perfectly good play was ruined in an instant.

"Detective Li, in just these few short days, you've come to search several times.

"If you keep doing this, we can't do business."

You Da bowed with a bitter face.

He took a few silver dollars and quietly stuffed them over: "Detective Li, you've worked hard; have a cup of tea, and let us off the hook this once."

"Let you off?

"This is a murderer; I think you want money more than your life.

"Move!

"Follow me in to search for the criminal."

Li Dong didn't even bother to look at such small change, raising his hand to brush him aside.

"Detective, our theater is under the protection of Captain Li of the Secret Service Bureau.

"His girlfriend is Little Yunxian.

"Please, for the sake of Captain Li..."

You Da saw that money didn't work and could only bring up Li Ya.

"Since it's under Captain Li's protection, I have to search even more.

"If the criminal hid inside and committed murder in the middle of the night, how would I answer to Captain Li?

"Go!"

Li Dong stopped talking nonsense, drew his sidearm, and walked in first.

"Hey!

"What on earth is going on? I don't know what kind of evil spirit we've offended!

"Lately, we've been attracting all sorts of demons and monsters!"

You Da stomped his feet and sighed bitterly.

Since this month, not only had the police and the Inspection Squad come repeatedly, but the troupe leader and Zhang Wenshun had also been dragged into the Secret Service Bureau and beaten severely.

This business was simply impossible to run.

Li Dong arrived at the backyard and first pretended to search each room.

Then he headed straight for the firewood shed.

Pushing open the door,

under the dim oil lamp, Yuan Peilin's bloody head was placed on the desk.

Beside it was a white cloth with blood-written characters:

"Traitors Must Die!"

Li Dong fanned away the pervasive smell of blood and waved his hand: "Bring the camera."

"Wah!"

A policeman nearby had already rushed out the door to vomit.

Li Dong took the camera and photographed the scene:

"Collect the body, take it to the Army Hospital morgue, and remember to have someone guard it; no one is allowed to visit without my order."

"Yes!"

Subordinates immediately carried the body, collected the head, and cleaned up the scene.

The play ended and the crowd dispersed.

Wu Jingzhong and Hong Zhiyou's party walked out of the Shengping Theater.

"I wonder how the play went over there?" He walked with his hands behind his back, sighing.

Hong Zhiyou was just about to speak

when he saw fireworks shooting into the sky in the city, dazzling and eye-catching.

"It's done!" Hong Zhiyou said in a deep voice.

"That's great.

"Go back and wait; you and Qiaoshan keep a close watch.

"Especially the body.

"Don't let Li Ya tamper with it."

Wu Jingzhong let out a long sigh of relief.

"Understood!" Hong Zhiyou nodded.

"I can finally sleep well tonight." Wu Jingzhong smiled and stepped into the car with light steps.

Yu and Hong watched them leave.

"Zhiyou, is it done?" Yu Zecheng asked impatiently.

"It's done.

"The fireworks were the signal Old Zhou and I agreed upon.

"If I'm not mistaken, the body is being transported to the Army Hospital morgue right now; Old Lu will go take photos in a bit, and the news will be on the front page tomorrow morning.

"Even if Li Ya wants to hide it then, he won't be able to!"

Hong Zhiyou said.

"Junior brother, I knew your brain wasn't for nothing.

"I'll teach you the leg techniques tomorrow morning.

"Starting today, I won't hold anything back; I'll teach it all to you."

Cuiping raised her hand and slapped him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Ooh!"

Hong Zhiyou's expression changed, and he let out a muffled grunt.

"Cuiping, you... take it easy." Yu Zecheng hurriedly frowned and reminded her.

"Sorry, sorry.

"I was just too excited; junior brother, you... you still need to practice more.

"In half a year, it won't hurt when you get slapped."

Cuiping apologized with an honest smile.

"Thanks to you, it's a good thing you didn't slap my head." Hong Zhiyou said.

Leaving the theater,

Hong Zhiyou arrived at the Mu residence.

Wanqiu was practicing vocal music.

A big mansion is great; even if you make cat-like noises in the middle of the night, you don't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.

"You look good today." Hong Zhiyou hugged her from behind and kissed her.

"With your nourishment, my complexion is naturally good." Wanqiu said with a sweet face.

"Are you sure you can be nourished?"

Hong Zhiyou whispered in her ear with a wicked smile.

"I can.

"If you don't nourish me again, my flower will wither, and your bird will have to scatter."

Wanqiu's words were still full of poetic imagery.

"It won't scatter.

"Where in the world could I find a voice as good as yours?"

Hong Zhiyou picked her up by the waist and ran upstairs.

The maids and servants at home were long used to it and were secretly laughing on the side.

"Hateful, you're making people laugh at us." Wanqiu said shyly in his arms.

"Who dares? I'll fire them tomorrow."

"Hateful, you haven't bathed yet; you stink to death."

"Can't help it.

"Who told you to always call me a stinky man!

"Today, I'll just be stinky for once."

Li Ya took a bath and lay on the bed.

Just as he picked up Zhou Gendi's photo, he thought that in case Little Yunxian came later, he should save some energy, so he put the photo down again.

He was in a particularly good mood today.

First, the headquarters had obtained top-secret intelligence, and Yuan was being sent to headquarters in the middle of the night; once confirmed, perhaps tomorrow he would hear the good news that the people and headquarters in Yancheng had all been blown to smithereens.

Without those immortals pointing fingers at the country, the million-strong army of the Nationalist Government could sweep away the bandits.

The world would soon be at peace.

When that time came, he would find a local wealthy young lady or a woman from a high-ranking headquarters official to marry, and his future would be smooth sailing—wouldn't that be wonderful?

There was another good thing that made him happy.

That stuttering Xie Ruolin really had connections that reached the heavens; he really did get him a truckload of white sugar.

It was currently stored at the Delong Inn.

The strategic significance of white sugar currently far outweighed its significance for daily life.

Turning it around meant doubling his money.

It was just that Li Ya's happy trouble had arrived.

He didn't know who to sell this truckload of white sugar to.

He had to offload it and turn it into cash as soon as possible.

Just then, the phone rang suddenly.

His luck had been exploding lately; it must be good news.

Li Ya quickly grabbed the receiver:

"I am he.

"What?

"Where is the person?

"Where was he taken!"

"Damn it!"

Hanging up the phone, Li Ya hurriedly put on his clothes, not even bothering to fix his hair, and rushed to the Army Hospital.

Army Hospital.

Lu Qiaoshan was taking photos of Yuan Peilin's body.

A smile hung on his face, as if he were admiring a flawless work of art; his mood was incomparably pleasant.

That's right!

It's Yuan Peilin!

This lingering nightmare had finally dissipated.

Li Ya, oh Li Ya!

Dong Cheng died, and Jianfeng brought a suspect to use.

This time Yuan Peilin died.

Let's see how he uses you, this suspect, now!

After taking the photos, he didn't rush to leave; only when he saw Li Ya walk out of the car

did Lu Qiaoshan leave unhurriedly from the other side.

Heading straight for the next stop.

Jinhai Daily!

Li Ya walked quickly to the morgue, with Song Fei and Gao Yuan following behind him.

Yuan Peilin's body was covered with a white cloth.

"Hoo!"

He took a deep breath and violently lifted the white cloth.

Yuan Peilin lay on the iron bed.

On his neck was the severed opening left by the axe.

"Captain Li, this... this was found at the scene." Song Fei handed over the white cloth strip.

"Traitors Must Die!

"Assassination Squad!"

Li Ya gritted his teeth, crumpled the white cloth strip into a ball, and threw it hard onto the ground.

Yuan Peilin was dead!

Jianfeng had entrusted him with the most important task.

Now it had all gone to waste in his hands.

No chance of being Deputy Station Master.

Adding the two previous incidents, he might really be headed for a military tribunal.

Ah!

He kicked the iron bed violently and backhanded Song Fei across the face:

"What on earth happened?"

Song Fei received this slap inexplicably, covering his face and saying: "Captain Li, I was on duty in the office tonight; I rushed over after receiving the news from Detective Li of the police station."

"Captain, the person was discovered by Li Dong.

"He was originally tracking a murderer who fled to the theater, but discovered Mr. Yuan in the backyard firewood shed.

"According to Li Dong, when he arrived, Mr. Yuan had already been murdered.

"The cloth strip was also left at the scene."

Gao Yuan answered on the side.

"Besides the police station, who else has seen him?" Li Ya asked.

Yuan Peilin's identity was confidential.

The police station people might not necessarily know who he was.

Perhaps there was still room for maneuver.

"Director Lu was just here." Gao Yuan said.

"Where is he?" Li Ya shouted.

"Just two minutes before you arrived, he just left." Gao Yuan said.

Slap!

Li Ya raised his hand and slapped him again:

"You bunch of useless trash, why didn't you notify me sooner?

"It's over.

"It's over."

He suddenly felt the world spinning, leaning against the wall with one hand and rubbing his forehead in distress with the other.

Lu Qiaoshan knew.

That meant the whole world knew.

He believed that Zheng Jiemin was already clapping his hands in bed, and might even be sipping a glass of champagne.

Such a big thing had happened.

Even if Jianfeng and Mao Renfeng wanted to protect him, it would be difficult.

Falling short at the final hurdle.

Everything was over.

"Keep a good watch on the body."

Li Ya walked out, looking soul-less.

Returning home, he saw Little Yunxian standing in front of the steps.

"Brother Ya."

Little Yunxian walked over with concern.

Li Ya ignored her directly.

He opened the door, slammed it shut, and returned to the room.

He was in no mood to play with women now.

He didn't need a woman's useless concern and nagging.

He unplugged the phone line, opened a bottle of wine, and began to gulp it down.

He only hoped to get drunk, and when he woke up tomorrow morning, this would just be a nightmare.

The next day.

Li Ya climbed up, drunk, and the headache and dizziness from the hangover made him retch in the bathroom for quite a while.

After washing up,

he put on a neat suit, combed his hair, and got in the car, heading straight for the station.

"Extra, extra!

"Red traitor Yuan Peilin bleeds at the Drum Tower."

"Extra, extra..."

The newsboy on the street was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Give me a newspaper." Li Ya pulled out a handful of money, carefully counted a stack of legal tender, and handed it to the newsboy.

"Thank you, sir."

The newsboy counted the money and handed over the newspaper.

Li Ya opened it; the front page was a photo of Yuan Peilin and the blood-stained note.

"Damn it!"

It wasn't a dream.

Yuan Peilin had really been assassinated.

Li Ya hammered the steering wheel violently, and after composing his emotions, he drove to the station with his heart in chaos.

Arriving at the station,

Lu Qiaoshan was holding a coffee cup, waiting at the office door:

"Deputy Station Master Li, would you like a cup of coffee?

"Freshly brewed, guaranteed fresh."

"Thanks." Li Ya gave him a cold smile and walked faster.

"Ah!

"So fragrant." Lu Qiaoshan's cheap voice came from behind.

Li Ya clenched his fists and stopped, then bit his lip and continued walking forward.

Arriving at the office,

Li Ya rested his chin on his hands, pondering where the loophole had been.

Suddenly, he realized there were loopholes everywhere.

It seemed the whole world was his enemy.

How was the person leaked?

Did he reveal a flaw during his visit last night?

That was highly likely.

If the Reds or the Dangtong Bureau wanted to find him, they would have killed him long ago; there was no need to do it at this critical juncture.

The problem was, how did the police station people happen to be so timely?

Yuan Peilin had just died, and they went to collect the body.

Lu Qiaoshan went to the hospital right after.

Lu Qiaoshan had only just stepped down as Police Chief not long ago.

These were his people.

There was only one possibility: the killer tipped off Lu Qiaoshan immediately after the murder.

Or even, the killer was sent by Lu Qiaoshan.

For the position of Deputy Station Master, this person actually disregarded the interests of the party and the country; it was simply shameless to the extreme.

"Gao Yuan.

"Go and bring Li Dong to me." Li Ya ordered.

"Captain Li, that's not very good.

"Now we no longer have jurisdiction over the police system; to arrest a detective, we need the Station Master's approval.

"Otherwise, there will definitely be a scene."

Gao Yuan said.

"You dog, even you dare to oppose me?

"What are we?

"The Secret Service Bureau!

"Never mind arresting a detective, even if we arrested their Commissioner, what could they do?

"Go.

"Bring the person back to me.

"If you can't bring the person, I'll put you on the electric chair."

Li Ya slapped the table, annoyed.

How majestic the Military Statistics Bureau used to be; damn it, now they were hesitant even to arrest a small detective.

"Yes!" Gao Yuan took the order, biting the bullet.

Li Ya paced in the office with his hands on his hips.

He had to calm down.

Dong Cheng was dead.

Yuan Peilin was dead.

He had two good cards in his hand, and he hadn't kept either.

This was definitely not something one side could have done.

The most important thing right now was not finding the real killer.

But how to explain it to the Station Master, the headquarters, and Jianfeng.

How to escape and protect himself.

Just as he was pondering, Hong Zhiyou walked in: "Captain Li, the Station Master wants you to go to his office."

"Brother, you came just in time.

"Have you heard?"

Li Ya asked.

"Heard what?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"Yuan Peilin is dead." Li Ya said.

"It was in the paper this morning; is... is this true?" Hong Zhiyou couldn't quite believe it.

"It's true.

"He was killed at the theater last night, and the body is at the Army Hospital.

"Brother, your brain works well and you're the Station Master's favorite.

"Think of a way for me; how do I spin this?"

Li Ya had lost his usual arrogance, and his eyes rarely showed panic and pleading.

Help you spin it.

It's not bad enough I didn't have someone cut you down with a knife.

"The Station Master is easy to talk to.

"The key is Beiping, and the headquarters.

"For this matter, you'd better go pray to the Bodhisattva yourself."

Hong Zhiyou shook his head and sighed.

The two arrived at the office.

Hong Zhiyou closed the door and walked out.

Wu Jingzhong stared at Li Ya with a gloomy face, saying nothing.

Li Ya lowered his head.

After staring for a full half-minute, Wu Jingzhong grabbed the newspaper and threw it at Li Ya's face:

"How do you explain this?

"Qiao Jiacai came to me first thing in the morning asking for the person, and Mao Renfeng and Jianfeng are also asking me for the person!

"You tell me, how do I give them one!"

"Station Master, I failed, I take full responsibility!" Li Ya said.

"You know that much.

"How did I say it? Send this Yuan back to Beiping early, or hand him over to headquarters.

"You insisted on treating him like a treasure.

"That broken opera house is full of people; is that a place to hide someone?

"Li Ya, oh Li Ya.

"You are simply more stupid and clumsy than Ma Kui!"

Wu Jingzhong had been feeling stifled for many days, and finally having caught the opportunity, he naturally gave him a thorough scolding.

"Teacher.

"You have to help me." Li Ya raised his head and said.

"Help you, how do I help you?" Wu Jingzhong asked coldly.

"You've also seen how powerful Lu Qiaoshan is.

"In order to promote him to Deputy Station Master, Zheng Jiemin didn't hesitate to stand against Mao Renfeng and Jianfeng, and even left Jingling on a pretext.

"If I fall,

"Hong and Yu in the station don't have enough seniority.

"Then Zheng Jiemin will have enough reason to promote Lu Qiaoshan to Deputy Station Master.

"You've suppressed him several times in a row.

"Before, Lu even conspired with Master Zhang Si to assassinate you.

"I know you are closer to Hong and Yu than to me.

"I like to show off and often speak disrespectfully, making you unhappy.

"But even if I am a mad dog, at least I can bite that Lu fellow for you.

"Look at Hong and Yu; they are now calling Lu Qiaoshan brother. Once Lu becomes Deputy Station Master, or if Zheng Jiemin topples Mao Renfeng one day,

"if they join forces, will there still be a place for you in the Secret Service Bureau?"

Li Ya looked at Wu Jingzhong and said with a sense of shared fate.

Wu Jingzhong was silent.

He knew Li Ya was sowing discord.

Hong and Yu were of one mind with him, grasshoppers on the same rope.

Li Ya's sowing discord was useless here.

But Lu Qiaoshan was a well-known smiling tiger.

When Dai Li wanted to arrest him, this guy had acted as Station Master, sitting in his chair and issuing orders.

Once he became Deputy Station Master, he wouldn't necessarily be better than Li Ya.

Especially this time, Zheng Jiemin had gone to great lengths to protect Lu Qiaoshan; thinking about it now, Wu Jingzhong couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

He had to be on guard.

Li Ya was Jianfeng's man.

He was a sharp sword to restrain Mao Renfeng and Zheng Jiemin.

With him there, Mao Wanli and Mao Sen would have to think twice before coming to occupy the seat.

At the same time, Zheng Jiemin would also be restrained; even if he truly took charge of the Secret Service Bureau one day, he would still have to worry about Jianfeng's existence.

Hong and Yu were trusted aides, it's true, but they couldn't bite Lu Qiaoshan.

Because their backer was himself.

The only one who could fight Lu Qiaoshan was Li Ya.

This also happened to be in line with Wu Jingzhong's original intention.

From beginning to end, he never wanted to truly appoint a Deputy Station Master.

This was just a "peach."

Specifically to lure "warriors" into fighting.

Only then could he firmly control the overall situation of the Jinhai Station.

Dong Cheng and Yuan Peilin died one after another at Li Ya's hands.

Wu Jingzhong didn't know what punishment Li Ya would receive.

But the Deputy Station Master position was definitely out of the question.

This had already achieved the effect he wanted.

No.

He had to keep this mad dog Li Ya and let him stay to continue biting Lu Qiaoshan.

"Li Ya, back in the Qingpu class, I watched you grow up.

"Especially your master Liu Xiong, who had a bond of life and death with me.

"He treated you like a son.

"How could I bear to watch you fall into trouble."

Wu Jingzhong's tone softened, and he played the emotional card.

"Sit!"

He sat down on the sofa and poured Li Ya a cup of tea.

After taking a sip of tea, Wu Jingzhong stared at Li Ya and said:

"You report to headquarters like this, just say Yuan..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 179 =====