Chapter 183: A Heaven-Startling Layout

Ma Kui arrived at the street outside the Shangquan Society.

Under the streetlamp, that modified surveillance vehicle was still parked in the narrow alley, casting a huge shadow.

He felt inexplicably bitter.

A few days ago, he was still in that car monitoring the Red Ticket telecommunications.

Yet at this moment, he was like a stray dog.

Ma Kui's eyes turned red, and the hatred in his heart deepened.

All of this was thanks to Zuo Lan.

If not for the framing by that pair of wretches, her and Yu Zecheng, how could he have fallen to this state?

He knew that making a comeback was impossible.

Bureau Chief Mao had completely abandoned him.

Even if he was just a dog, he would still bite Zuo Lan and Yu Zecheng hard to vent the hatred in his heart.

Lin Tian was currently standing in the textile factory on the third floor opposite the Shangquan Society, a cigarette dangling from his mouth; his handsome face lacked its usual unruliness, serious as a statue.

He had maintained this posture for four hours.

Hong Zhiyou had given instructions.

He was to keep his eyes wide open and stare fixedly at everyone passing by the entrance of the Shangquan Society.

Especially beggars.

Lin Tian did not ask for the reason.

In any case, Hong Zhiyou was his big brother; whatever he said went.

Then he would stare until he died.

What was interesting was that in the past four hours, only one old beggar woman and one little beggar had passed by the entrance of the society.

Clearly, they were not the people Hong Zhiyou had instructed him to look for.

Pfft!

While he was pondering, the cigarette burned down to the corner of his mouth.

He spat it out in pain, and as he grimaced, he suddenly discovered a sneaky figure emerging by the side of the alley.

A bamboo hat, ragged clothes, a walking stick.

A beggar!

And an adult male!

Lin Tian quickly picked up the telephone on the side and dialed the number on the slip of paper:

"Hello, I need to speak to Ms. Zuo."

"Ms. Zuo Lan, can you tell us about what the Yancheng spirit is?"

At the entrance, Zuo Lan was explaining the theories and thoughts of the Red Ticket to several progressive students and reporters.

"Representative Zuo, there is a call for you inside."

A guard wearing a khaki military uniform walked over with a rifle on his back.

"Everyone, please wait a moment; I will be right back."

Zuo Lan apologized and walked quickly to the office.

She answered the phone.

A lazy voice came from the other end: "Representative Zuo, hello, I am a friend of Secretary Hong."

"A friend of Secretary Hong? Is something the matter?" Zuo Lan asked with a smile.

"Ma Kui escaped while being escorted to Jingling.

"He is very likely to make a move against you.

"However, do not be afraid.

"He will most likely want to capture you alive to go back to Jingling and finish his assignment.

"Face the main entrance and pay attention to your positioning.

"There is currently a beggar walking toward the entrance of the Shangquan Society on the street.

"Ma Kui has a large frame; calculate based on his height, and if he looks suspicious, tell me immediately."

Lin Tian said on the other end of the phone.

"A beggar?

"I don't understand..." Zuo Lan didn't react for a moment.

"You don't need to understand.

"Now, immediately, go back to the entrance right away and do as I say," Lin Tian instructed.

"I understand."

Zuo Lan said, then hung up the phone.

She bit her lip slightly and paced inside the room.

Yu Zecheng had told her the news of Ma Kui's escape the moment it happened.

It was within reason that this madman would want to carry out revenge.

She drew her sidearm, chambered a round, tucked it into her waistband, and then returned to the entrance to continue chatting with everyone, all smiles.

While chatting.

Her eyes looked toward the outside of the door with vigilance from time to time.

Soon.

She saw a beggar leaning on a walking stick and wearing a bamboo hat come trembling to the outside of the door.

As an experienced female fighter.

Zuo Lan quickly withdrew her gaze, returned to the topic, and only watched the outside of the door with her peripheral vision.

Sure enough.

The beggar paused slightly and turned his body a little.

Then, he walked away, limping.

It was Ma Kui.

Even across several meters and the night, Zuo Lan could vaguely sense the opponent's chilling murderous intent.

Ma Kui was scouting her location.

She quickly returned to the room and dialed the number back: "There was indeed a beggar passing by.

"It might be Ma Kui."

"Don't panic, sleep peacefully.

"He wants a live captive, not your life."

The other side had already hung up the phone.

Ma Kui returned to the dilapidated ancestral hall.

Liu Zhi was lying on a warm straw mat; seeing him, he quickly sat up and asked: "How is it? I heard the military mediation is about to end.

"That female representative might leave at any time."

"She won't leave.

"Because someone is holding her back."

Ma Kui sneered.

He knew the relationship between Yu Zecheng and Zuo Lan.

As long as he held Yu, Zuo Lan, who was trapped by love, would not be able to escape his grasp.

"Do you need me to do anything?" Liu Zhi asked.

"Tomorrow, Hong Zhiyou will definitely come to ask you.

"You will play along with his scheme..."

Ma Kui leaned in and whispered for a while.

Liu Zhi endured the sour, foul breath coming from Ma Kui's face and listened patiently for the sake of money.

"Are you sure?" He couldn't stand it anymore, fanned the foul-smelling air, and asked.

"Sure."

Ma Kui was somewhat dissatisfied with this action of his, frowned, and continued:

"This person is named Guan Jun, and his true identity is a level-two underground liaison for the Red Ticket.

"He thinks no one knows and is hiding in the Rose Cafe, but in reality, following the exposure of the Delong Inn and Tang Simao, we have long had our eyes on him.

"He has a beautiful wife, and his daughter is in elementary school; as long as we hold them, we don't have to worry about him not doing as he is told."

Ma Kui said.

"Good.

"We are good at kidnapping; just leave it to me.

"But you should tell me where your place is, brother."

Liu Zhi asked with a cold, dry laugh.

"What's the rush?"

"Once that Red female representative is killed, you'll naturally get it." Ma Kui turned his head away with a guilty conscience and lay down on his side to sleep.

A flash of ruthlessness appeared in the eyes of Six-Fingers, then vanished in an instant.

He knew that field officers of the Juntong Bureau were always well-oiled.

The Western-style house where Ma Kui lived.

And he had a pretty wife.

Holding the post of Action Team Captain, he was a figure who could summon wind and rain in Jinmen.

If anyone said he didn't have silver in his pockets, who would believe it?

Endure him for a few more days.

If he still doesn't cough up the money by then.

Heh heh...

The next day.

Escorted by military vehicles, Hong Zhiyou and his party arrived at the station.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

The phone in Hong Zhiyou's office rang:

"Hello, it's me."

"Alright, I understand."

The call was from Lin Tian.

Ma Kui had indeed, just like in the original drama, made a special trip to scout Zuo Lan.

Dressed as a beggar.

Ma Kui had previously been tortured and had also been shot.

With his current physical condition, it was highly unlikely he could out-compete a beggar of the same age.

Moreover, there was a city-wide manhunt.

Police were everywhere; he couldn't possibly have made a special trip to kill or rob a beggar of similar build just for a disguise.

Not to mention, beggars in Jinmen were usually clustered together and organized.

There was only one answer.

This Six-Fingers, found by Old Zhou, was in cahoots with Ma Kui.

Arriving at the office.

He gave a brief report to Wu Jingzhong.

Wu Jingzhong furrowed his brows and paced for a moment, then said with his hands behind his back:

"Do not alert the enemy for now."

"Just catching a beggar and Ma Kui isn't enough."

"We must use Ma Kui to lure this Zhan Qinghe out."

"As long as Wang Yaqiao and Ke Chengwu are not dead, the Generalissimo will have no peace of mind."

"If this person doesn't die, you and I won't be able to sleep soundly."

Immediately after, the two whispered a secret plot.

Three days later.

Ancestral Hall.

Several beggars carried two sacks and threw them into a pile of hay.

Six-Fingers waved his hand.

His subordinates opened the sacks, and the wife and daughter of Guan Jun crawled out with rags stuffed in their mouths.

"She certainly looks seductive."

Six-Fingers toyed with a dagger, his gaze wandering over Guan Jun's wife.

Guan Jun's wife was in her prime.

Especially her breasts, which were exceptionally full and mouth-watering.

"Sixth Master, I want to have some fun." A young beggar swallowed his saliva and reached out to touch the woman's face.

Slap!

Six-Fingers slapped his hand away: "What are you thinking? Wait until the business is finished."

"Beauty, my apologies, I need to borrow something of yours."

As he spoke, he violently tore apart the upper lapels of the woman's clothes with both hands, revealing a bright red camisole underneath.

"What a stunner, damn it."

Six-Fingers gulped, then ripped the camisole off.

Amidst the woman's screams, he pulled her clothes back together to cover her graceful figure.

Then, he took off the little girl's shoes and hair clip.

"You, go to the Rose Cafe and deliver this to a man named Guan Jun at the front desk."

"Tell him to wait for me at the east entrance of Pushan Alley this afternoon."

Six-Fingers pointed at a sharp-looking subordinate and ordered.

"Yes, Sixth Brother."

The subordinate took the items and ran out quickly.

"Little lady, rest here peacefully for now. Once your husband finishes the job, we will naturally let you go." Six-Fingers dismissed his men and gave her a smelly cotton quilt and some water and food.

Rose Cafe.

Guan Jun was leaning against the counter as usual, observing the coming and going of guests.

"Sir, would you like a drink?"

"Steak, spaghetti, candles—without red wine, it lacks a bit of romance."

He skillfully promoted his wine to the guest.

"What do you have?" the man asked.

"Axe Brand, it's the hottest-selling wine in Jinmen lately."

"Chen Zhangjie and Zhang Tinge both drink this brand."

Guan Jun smiled.

"Good, bring me a bottle," the man said.

Guan Jun tilted his chin at the bartender.

"Mr. Guan, could you come over for a chat?" the man asked with a smile.

"Of course."

Guan Jun walked over with a smile.

As soon as he sat down, the man took out a bag, pulled the zipper, and showed him what was inside.

It was a pink peony camisole and a small shoe.

Guan Jun's expression changed: "You..."

"Come with me."

The man stood up and left.

Guan Jun gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

Arriving at the east side of Pushan Alley.

Six-Fingers was already waiting.

"Brother, I have no grudges against you, isn't this going too far?" Guan Jun asked coldly.

The Red side had an elimination squad.

There were many skilled fighters in it; if truly pushed to the limit, he wouldn't necessarily fear this bunch of local beggars.

"Not too far, I just want to ask you for a favor," Six-Fingers laughed coldly.

"What favor?" Guan Jun shouted with cold eyes.

"I want to ask you to invite someone to the Laifu Lane Hotel, in Zuo Lan's name," Six-Fingers said.

"Who?" Guan Jun asked.

"Your comrade Yu Zecheng," Six-Fingers said.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know any Yu Zecheng."

"Release them immediately."

"Don't cause trouble; you know I'm not a pushover," Guan Jun said in a deep voice.

"Of course I know."

"An important underground liaison for the Reds, you have a formidable elimination squad."

"But that's for later."

"Your wife has a pink beauty mark on her chest."

"I don't think you'd want others to know about that, would you?"

"Right now, I've only stripped her clothes; if you push me further, I don't know what my brothers—who are covered in lice and stink to high heaven—might do."

"And your lovely daughter."

"You wouldn't want to see her lose her mother at such a young age, would you?"

Six-Fingers had done his fair share of extortion over the years, and he had a smooth way with words.

Guan Jun's face changed drastically, and he began to tremble all over from fear:

"Grudges shouldn't involve wives and children."

"If you have an issue, come at me. You can kill me or carve me up, just leave them a way to live."

"Mr. Guan, you're exaggerating."

"I just want to make friends with you."

"At nine o'clock tonight, my men will be near the Laifu Li Hotel."

"If we don't see Yu Zecheng, your wife will become the wife of me and my brothers."

"Your daughter will become someone else's daughter."

"You know what to do, right?"

Six-Fingers let out a lewd, lascivious laugh.

After saying this, he whistled and sauntered off in a devil-may-care manner.

"Damn it!"

"Abominable!"

Guan Jun was so angry he swung his fist hard.

He returned to the Rose Café, ordered the strongest liquor, and gulped it down in a few swallows.

Nine o'clock at night.

There wasn't much time left for him.

Should he rescue his wife and daughter?

Or betray his comrade?

Guan Jun was in great agony.

……

"Those low-life scum!"

In the shadows, Lin Tian retreated into a corner and gave a small beggar a few silver dollars:

"A-Bao, don't show your money. Remember to hide it well. If you really can't help but spend it, you must break it into pieces and spend it one cent at a time."

"Don't ever let Six-Fingers know."

"Otherwise, he will beat you to death, understand?"

"I know, Brother Lin."

"I'll hide it and not spend it; I'll save it for Mom's medical treatment." The little beggar named A-Bao had bright, clever eyes.

"Go on, keep watching Six-Fingers for me."

"If there's any movement, just go to A-Zhen's Grocery Store and tell her."

Lin Tian patted his little head and instructed him with a smile.

"Mm."

The little beggar nodded and vanished into the depths of the alley in a flash.

Lin Tian walked to a public phone booth on the side of the road and dialed a number:

"Hello, Six-Fingers grabbed the wife and daughter of a liquor seller from the Rose Café."

"He met with the liquor seller at Pushan Alley."

"The two had a dispute."

"I couldn't hear exactly what was said; the man had a gaunt face, wore a black suit, and had his hair slicked back."

"Alright, understood."

……

The club.

Hong Zhiyou turned to the side to hang up the phone and grabbed Fang Min's hair.

"What are you doing?"

"You promised me that today was all mine."

Fang Min was interrupted and looked up, pouting unhappily.

"There's no time today." Hong Zhiyou kissed her and smiled apologetically.

"Liar."

"You must be wanting to go find Ji Qing again." Fang Min said with a face full of jealousy.

"Baby."

"A life is at stake, let's do it another day."

Hong Zhiyou pinched her cheek.

He glanced at his watch.

After a moment of contemplation, he picked up the phone:

"Hello, Old Zhou, is there any news from Six-Fingers' side?"

"Good."

"I'm coming over now."

After getting dressed, he gave Fang Min's perky buttocks a heavy slap and smirked:

"I'm off."

"Another day, another day I'll be sure to serve you well, my lady."

"Wait for me."

"I'm going home too." Fang Min simply gathered her hair, put on her cheongsam, and leaned on his shoulder to put on her high heels.

"You can go play some ball, dance, or play a few rounds of mahjong," Hong Zhiyou said.

"I'm not like you."

"I came here with a mission; Old Kang was afraid I wouldn't serve you well."

"Now that it's not finished, I have to go back and report, don't I?"

Fang Min rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly.

"You forgot to put on your bra," Hong Zhiyou reminded her.

"Why bother?"

"Didn't you say I have to stay at home at night lately?"

"I'll give it to you to relieve your boredom at night."

"Do you want me to take off another piece for you?"

She hooked her arms around Hong Zhiyou's neck and smiled charmingly.

"This is enough."

Hong Zhiyou grabbed it and stuffed it into his briefcase.

Damn it.

There were no documents in this bag, just all sorts of messy women's things; he had already stuffed several items in there.

One can only say the long night is endless, and my heart is quite satisfied.

When he reached downstairs, Old Zhou was already waiting in the car.

The two went to the ancestral hall together.

Six-Fingers was gnawing on a greasy pig's trotter.

It was clear that the Beggar Sect's life was actually quite good.

"Six-Fingers, any news?" Zhou Yan asked.

"Yes."

"This is Ma Kui's hideout address."

"Let's be clear, I've tracked the person down, but whether you can catch him depends on your own ability."

Six-Fingers took out a randomly written address and handed it to Zhou Yan.

Heh.

Filling the pit first, that's quite a tactic.

Hong Zhiyou sneered inwardly.

"Good."

Zhou Yan glanced at the address and turned to leave.

"Old Zhou, the usual rules."

"If you get rid of Ma Kui, don't forget my reward."

Six-Fingers shouted behind him.

Zhou Yan ignored him.

The two walked out:

"I'll take men to clear the area tonight."

"Understood, I will have the Jinhai Station, the Police Bureau, the Gendarmerie Headquarters, and the garrison coordinate simultaneously," Hong Zhiyou said, nodding.

"You don't trust me?" Zhou Yan asked, somewhat displeased.

"Brother, how could that be?

"It's just that caution is the parent of safety.

"You followed Mr. Wang; achieving the goal is the only thing that matters, while the means are secondary.

"Whether there are many people or few,

"as long as we catch the person, that's all that matters."

Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"That's true, do as you see fit." Once Wang Yaqiao was mentioned, Zhou Yan immediately became compliant.

Sigh.

Old Zhou.

I'm sorry, but I have to sell you out this once.

It was very clear that this was a trap set by Liu Zhi and Ma Kui.

The purpose was to divert the attention of the Confidentiality Bureau, Old Zhou, and himself.

It was to make it convenient for Ma Kui and Zhan Qinghe to make a move on Yu Zecheng and Zuo Lan tonight.

What Hong Zhiyou wanted to do was nothing more than to use their own strategy against them.

He would take down Zhan Qinghe and Ma Kui in one fell swoop.

Returning to the station.

Hong Zhiyou noticed that Wu Jingzhong hadn't touched the fruit on the table at all.

It seemed that Zhan and Ma had truly frightened him.

This point was not mentioned in the original events.

In fact, during these days of hunting for Ma Kui, everyone with a grudge—from the Station Chief down to Sun Xing and Mi Zhiguo—was panicking.

They didn't even dare to step out of the station's main gate these past few days.

"How is the progress?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"Ma Kui will take action tonight.

"They want to use an underground operative at Rose Cafe to trick Yu Zecheng into going to the Laifuli Hotel, using Zuo Lan's name.

"The area around Laifuli is quite remote and has few people.

"It's a place to make a move."

Hong Zhiyou analyzed based on intelligence leads.

"Then, they will use false intelligence to divert our attention to Hexi," he continued.

"Are you certain?" Wu Jingzhong asked sternly.

"I wouldn't dare say one hundred percent," Hong Zhiyou shook his head slightly.

"Regardless, we have to play along with them.

"The Action Team and the Gendarmerie Headquarters have many of Ma Kui's old subordinates.

"Go and summon some of them.

"Today, we will hold a meeting in the large conference room; we'll stage a grand mobilization to play along with Ma Kui properly."

Wu Jingzhong ordered sternly.

Following Hong Zhiyou's series of phone calls,

many key officials from the Police Bureau, Gendarmerie Headquarters, and the garrison came to the Confidentiality Bureau for the meeting.

Wu Jingzhong personally deployed the responsibilities for each major department.

A dragnet-style search involving up to a thousand people officially began.

7: 0 PM.

Liu Zhi walked excitedly into the depths of the ancestral hall.

After looking around vigilantly, Ma Kui cautiously emerged: "How is it?"

"Rest assured, no one will find this place.

"There's no need to be so sneaky."

Liu Zhi sneered.

"Congratulations to you, brother, on the success of your plan.

"Now the Police Bureau, the Military Statistics Station, and the Gendarmerie Headquarters have set up a dragnet, all looking to catch you.

"You've turned more than half the city upside down."

Liu Zhi added.

"Is the information reliable?" Ma Kui asked.

"Reliable.

"I've privately asked the few people you gave me.

"It is indeed a plan deployed by Wu Jingzhong himself."

Liu Zhi nodded and said.

"Excellent.

"Brother Liu Zhi, if this matter succeeds, that house full of treasures of mine will all be yours."

Ma Kui smiled, painting a grand picture for him.

As he spoke, he reached out and said: "Did you buy the cigarettes?"

"I bought them.

"They are all the brands you specifically named; damn it, they're expensive."

Liu Zhi pulled several packs of cigarettes from his bosom and threw them to him.

Damn Ma Kui.

Living here, he demands roast chicken and braised pork for every meal, and can finish two large bowls of rice at once.

He also demands high-end cigarettes and alcohol.

If I don't dig up any money later, I'll wring his neck.

After eating and drinking his fill, Ma Kui disguised himself as an old man and went to the street. After looking around to ensure no one was there, he walked into a small shop with a sign that read "Make a Call."

He dialed a number:

"Hello.

"Mr. Zhan?

"The target has taken the bait; proceed according to the original plan.

"Release Yu Zecheng, and directly..."

Hanging up the phone, a cold sneer appeared on the corner of Ma Kui's mouth.

Wu Jingzhong and Lu Qiaoshan usually called him clumsy and stupid at every turn.

This time, he would give them a big surprise.

8: 0 PM.

Guan Jun parked his car on the side of the road and dialed the number for Yu Zecheng's home:

"Hello, it's me.

"Zuo Lan has encountered some trouble; come to the Laifuli Hotel, 9: 0 PM, Room 307.

"Why change the location?

"The Rose Cafe has long been watched by the Jinhai Station; that place is not safe.

"Good!

"It's not peaceful lately, be careful."

With a few simple words, Guan Jun hung up the phone.

He was the liaison officer personally appointed by Director Deng Ming of the Military Mediation Representative.

Based on this alone, he believed Yu Zecheng would definitely take the bait.

"Comrade Zecheng.

"For the sake of my wife and children, I have no other choice.

"I'm sorry."

Guan Jun sighed gloomily.

Yu Zecheng hung up the phone and hurriedly put on his clothes.

This was a time of great unrest.

Director Deng Ming and most of the Military Mediation Representatives had already left Jinhai.

Zuo Lan remaining in Jinhai would inevitably face many inconveniences.

She must have encountered some difficult problem.

Could it be that Ma Kui was going to assassinate her?

Yu Zecheng only had to think about it for a moment, and his heart was in a state of chaos.

"Old Yu, what's wrong?" Cuiping saw his expression was off and asked hurriedly.

"Cuiping, I need to go out for a bit."

Yu Zecheng did not explain; he picked up his coat and walked toward the door.

"Ma Kui is lying in wait for you; it's too dangerous for you to go out.

"If you're going, I'm going with you.

"We live together.

"We die together!"

Cuiping said, crisp and decisive.

"No.

"You are injured, stay at home," Yu Zecheng said.

Seeing that Cuiping was about to speak again, he added:

"Political Commissar Yuan said you are to listen to me."

"Political Commissar Yuan didn't tell me to stand by and watch you die," Cuiping retorted.

"Be obedient, okay?

"I will discuss it with Hong Zhiyou; with him and the brothers from the Boatmen's Guild there, nothing will happen.

"Besides, the whole city is out tonight to catch Ma Kui.

"He might already be in custody by now."

Yu Zecheng smiled, held Cuiping back, and walked quickly downstairs.

Once in the courtyard.

Lu Qiaoshan was drinking tea and chatting with Hong Zhiyou.

"Section Chief Lu, you don't mind if I borrow young Hong for a few words, do you?" Yu Zecheng asked politely.

"I don't mind, you two go ahead," Lu Qiaoshan smiled and went into the house.

"Zhiyou.

"A contact person from the Military Mediation Office said Zuo Lan is in trouble and wants me to meet her.

"What do you think?"

Yu Zecheng asked in a low voice.

Well, I've become Yuanfang... Hong Zhiyou muttered to himself, staring at him as he said:

"Look at you, you panic the moment your sweetheart is mentioned."

"I can't help but panic.

"The security at the Shangquan Society is weak right now; with Zhan Qinghe's skills, he could just hop over the wall and start a massacre.

"Don't forget, he rescued Ma Kui unscathed while surrounded by over a dozen experts."

Yu Zecheng shook his head and said.

"Can't you call her?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"I tried.

"The line is dead; I suspect the phone line has been cut.

"That's why I'm so anxious."

Yu Zecheng said.

"It might not necessarily be a matter of life and death.

"Maybe she's leaving and wants to have a romantic moment with you, to leave a memory, a spark of revolution.

"With a contact present, she couldn't speak plainly.

"Of course, it's also possible she has important intelligence to pass on.

"If you want to go, then go."

Hong Zhiyou smiled.

"Can you be serious? This is a matter of life and death," Yu Zecheng said sternly.

"I am being serious.

"Life is precious, but love is worth even more.

"Go."

Hong Zhiyou nodded and said.

Yu Zecheng stared at him for a long while, asked no more, and walked out with his heart slightly at ease.

Whether it was friendship.

Or a relationship of mutual interest.

Hong Zhiyou would not watch him walk into danger.

The only answer.

There must be an ambush at the Laifuli Hotel.

He himself might be a pawn in the plan of the Station Chief and Zhiyou.

But that didn't matter.

With Zuo Lan and his own safety at stake, he was willing to test the trap himself.

Once Yu Zecheng left.

Hong Zhiyou quickly entered Old Yu's house and knocked on the door.

Cuiping had already changed into light training clothes and was about to head out.

"Sister-in-law, where are you going?" Hong Zhiyou called out to her.

"To the Laifuli Hotel, Old Yu is in danger.

"Calling him out at this hour, isn't that just a death wish?

"Even a fool knows it's a trap; I don't know what kind of soul-stealing soup he's been fed."

Cuiping stepped on the stool at the door, tightened her shoes, and said.

"Sister-in-law.

"That's exactly what I think too.

"Let's go."

Hong Zhiyou beckoned.

The deployment of personnel this time.

The Station Chief and Hong Zhiyou had truly racked their brains.

Ma Kui was not the scary part.

Lin Tian, a disciple of Swallow Li San, had been tracking him for a long time thanks to his agile skills and the contact.

According to reports from Lin Tian and his informants.

Ma Kui had already disguised himself and, working from the inside with Guan Jun, had gone to the Shangquan Society.

He intended to catch Yu Zecheng and Zuo Lan in the act.

As for Zhou Yan.

They had gone to the Hengshan Society.

At the moment, Sun Ke was canvassing for votes for Jiang.

Li Zongren had been deeply entrenched in North China for many years, and Sun Ke had come to Jinmen secretly this time to summon many military and political officials from the Ping-Jin area for a gathering and speech.

And Zhan Qinghe's father had been killed by the revolutionary party in the past.

He had always harbored a deep hatred for Mr. Sun and the Three Principles of the People.

This was recorded in the Juntong Bureau files.

Therefore, Hong Zhiyou had long concluded that Ma Kui was throwing caution to the wind, intending to pull off something big.

With Sun Ke coming to Jinmen, the Jinmen Station was primarily responsible for security.

Wu Jingzhong had even kept Hong Zhiyou in the dark at one point.

If Sun Ke were to be killed.

Whatever trap Wu Jingzhong had set today, his reckless deployment of military and police would make him the target of public criticism.

Even Jiang Jianfeng would not be able to protect him.

This was Ma Kui's killing blow.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated the cunning of Wu Jingzhong.

From the first moment he saw Zhan Qinghe's file, Wu Jingzhong had known exactly what Ma Kui was plotting.

(End of chapter)