Chapter 103: What's Wrong With That?

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Chen Yongren's mouth.

Seeing Chen Yongren shoot cleanly and decisively, Liu Jianming clapped and praised, "Great shooting, A Ren, keep firing!"

Without looking for a reason, he just opened fire.

That really was unexpected.

Looking at it this way, Chen Yongren truly does hate the anti-Japanese elements, his mouth split open just like during New Year's, with no psychological burden.

As for Chen Yongren getting advance notice and knowing this was a fake, deliberately acting it out.

Liu Jianming immediately denied that possibility.

After all, he hadn't told anyone about this, keeping it secret all the way until he arrived at the prison.

Could he, Chen Yongren, possibly have mind-reading abilities?

Everything Liu Jianming thought in his heart was seen through by Chen Yongren.

After shooting down a prisoner, Chen Yongren kept his composure, turned the gun, and kept pulling the trigger.

Every time the gunshot rang out, a prisoner would collapse in response.

Liu Jianming's gaze toward Chen Yongren grew increasingly satisfied.

For now, he has temporarily believed Chen Yongren's identity.

The reason is also very simple.

As a special agent, one would normally try to avoid getting one's own comrades' blood on one's hands.

Even in the extreme situation where not shooting would prevent proving one's innocence, it is absolutely impossible to keep firing nonstop like Chen Yongren does.

How strong must one's mental fortitude be to kill comrades without any psychological fluctuation?

Watching Chen Yongren's actions, Liu Jianming thought to himself.

No matter whether you are a China special agent.

Once the test ends, I will publish this in the newspaper so that everyone in Songhu will know.

Inside the police station there is a guy named Chen Yongren who personally executed multiple National Government and Red Party special agents, safeguarding Songhu's safety.

Bang bang bang~

Gunfire rang out again.

Chen Yongren took out several more prisoners.

After emptying the chamber, Chen Yongren loaded the bullets, his face unchanged.

The nearby police officers all stared dumbfounded; the affable Chen Yongren, when killing people, seemed as easy as slaughtering chickens.

Zhang Haifeng also suddenly realized that this seemed to be a trap set for Chen Yongren.

But since A Ren dares to shoot without worrying about getting his comrades' blood on his hands, does that mean these so-called anti-Japanese elements are all fake?

After loading the bullets, Chen Yongren continued shooting.

Another harsh burst of gunfire, and the dozen or so anti-Japanese elements kneeling on the ground were all taken out by Chen Yongren.

Liu Jianming waved his hand.

The next second, prison guards ran to check the bodies, then raised both hands toward him, arms crossed.

"A Ren, well done!" Liu Jianming's smile widened as he pointed at the corpses ahead, telling the police, "See? From now on, whoever dares to do something unjust to the locust army will..."

"Their fate will be the same as theirs!"

"Understand?"

Hearing this, the police officers were scared like chicks pecking at grain, nodding nonstop.

The "test" ended, and the police officers returned in a mighty crowd to the police station.

The police officers surrounded Chen Yongren, eagerly discussing his recent feat.

Liu Jianming, however, didn't know where he had gone.

Even by lunchtime he still hadn't returned.

When it was time to eat, Chen Yongren and Zhang Haifeng as usual went out to eat.

In the deep winter, the streets had few pedestrians, let alone anyone daring to bump into them despite seeing their police uniforms.

"A Ren, how's the investigation going? Any results?" Zhang Haifeng asked quietly.

Chen Yongren knew he was referring to Liu Jianming: "Liu Jianming is an agent of the Japanese Songhu Special Agency; his main task is to monitor whether any agents are hiding in the police station."

"?" Zhang Haifeng had several question marks pop up in his head.

I originally thought Liu Jianming was a traitor, but never expected he was actually a Japanese spy.

"So what about him today..." Zhang Haifeng asked: "Those people..."

Chen Yongren asked: "Last night I already received word that Liu Jianming would use a group of fake agents to test whether I dare to shoot at anti-Japanese elements."

"Otherwise, how would I have acted against my comrades?"

"So you passed the test?" Zhang Haifeng asked again.

"For now, I guess." Chen Yongren thought: "This matter won't end so simply; in short, from now on we must act cautiously."

Zhang Haifeng nodded.

The two casually found a noodle shop, ate and drank their fill, returned to the police station, and still saw no trace of Liu Jianming.

Even until off-duty, he never appeared.

This little bastard, what is he scheming again?

After saying goodbye to Zhang Haifeng, Chen Yongren hummed a little tune as he walked toward home.

He arrived at the street outside his home.

Then he heard a voice transmission.

"Today I want to be alone with Chen Sang."

I don't know why my heart is beating so fast.

Besides family, this is the first time I've been alone with a strange man.

I'm so nervous, oh dear, what messy thoughts am I having?

……

Fujiwara Rina stood at Chen Yongren's door, gently turning the wedding ring on her left ring finger, lost in thought, when she heard a voice from behind.

"Rina, you've come?" Chen Yongren said softly.

A sudden sound rang in her ear, startling Fujiwara Rina.

In that instant, Chen Yongren felt as if ferocious waves were crashing toward him.

"Chen Sang, you… you're off work?" Upon realizing it was Chen Yongren, Fujiwara Rina blushed and spoke in stiff, halting Chinese.

"Rina, your Chinese is getting better and better." Chen Yongren laughed.

Rina?

He called her Rina, and Fujiwara Rina realized that Chen Yongren had stopped addressing her as "madam."

"Rina, come in quickly." Chen Yongren opened the courtyard door and said with a smile.

Fujiwara Rina nodded lightly, followed behind Chen Yongren, and walked into the house.

Having prepared the teaching materials, Chen Yongren began today's lesson: "Today we'll start practicing brush calligraphy."

"Mm!" Fujiwara Rina nodded and picked up the brush in front of her.

Although she had seen Chen Yongren write with a brush, when she tried it herself she found that holding this brush was awkward no matter how she gripped it.

"You should hold the brush like this." Chen Yongren gently took Fujiwara Rina's hand, correcting her grip, and said softly.

Feeling Chen Yongren's closeness, Fujiwara Rina's body felt as if electrified, and her breathing grew gradually heavier.

Just as Fujiwara Rina felt at a loss, Chen Yongren's voice came from behind: "Let's practice a few more characters today; that way, madam, you can learn Chinese sooner."

"Chen Sang, could it be that you find this troublesome?" Fujiwara Rina turned back sensitively, looking at Chen Yongren with some nervousness.

"Madam, why do you say that?" Chen Yongren said.

"If you think I'm wasting your time, I can stop bothering you, Chen Sang, from now on."

Fujiwara Rina's eyes flickered with a hint of grievance.

"Madam, you're overthinking it; what I just said had no other meaning—I only want you to learn Chinese soon so we can communicate better."

"Mm, I trust you, Chen Sang." Seeing his sincere expression, Fujiwara Rina added somewhat resentfully: "By the way, why are you calling me madam again?"

"What should I call you then?" Chen Yongren asked, puzzled.

"How annoying, you've already called me Rina before—just call me Rina." Fujiwara Rina said, lowering her head slightly embarrassed.

"How can that be? You're the wife of Director Fujiwara." Chen Yongren said with deep meaning.

"What's wrong with that?" Fujiwara Rina lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes seeming both resentful and resolute: "As long as I agree, it's fine!"