Chapter 143: Have you heard of the Godfather?

Have you heard of the Godfather?

Chen Dian, who was just thinking about how to produce weapons after obtaining the equipment and beat up the little devils, saw a stranger sitting opposite, his brows slightly furrowed.

He glanced at the empty seats around, sized up Chen Yongren up and down, didn't answer, and asked back:

"Anything?"

Obviously, he didn't recognize the person in front of him—it was Xiao Tu, whom he had dealt with.

"Don't be nervous, I mean nothing—I just want to be friends with you." Chen Yongren smiled and casually placed the envelope containing the photo lightly on the table.

Because no one was paying attention here, Chen Yongren dared to act so boldly.

"Friend?" Chen Dian's eyes showed a hint of wariness, and he didn't move the envelope in front of him; "I didn't know I had a friend like you."

"Now you do." Chen Yongren still wore a gentle smile: "Mr. Zhang, I've just gotten a piece of information."

"This might concern your people's safety, so I came specially to warn you."

"Of course, because this is our first meeting."

"So, to prove my strength and sincerity, this information can be given to you for free."

Speaking, he reached out, picked up the envelope, took out the photo inside, and spread it on the table.

"This guy is a constable at the police station, named Han Chen; although his outward identity is that of a Chinese person, he is actually a Japanese agent." Chen Yongren said calmly.

"According to the intelligence I've obtained, your people are in contact with him."

"So, for the safety of your underground intelligence network, I think you had better report these photos as soon as possible and hand them to your own people."

"These matters, if you handle them, are more credible than if I did."

Hearing Chen Yongren's words, Chen Dian's heart pounded wildly.

He quickly glanced at the photo on the table.

The photo's subject was a middle‑aged man, chubby, looking harmless, his arm seemingly injured.

There were front‑angle shots and various angles; finally, there was a photo of him entering a building.

As he looked at the building, he saw a sign for the Songhu Special Agency hanging on it.

Chen Dian's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly hid it and said solemnly: "Sorry, I don't know what you mean."

While saying that, Chen Dian's heart was already churning with turmoil.

"Who is this person, and how does he know my identity?"

"Could it be that Xiao Tu leaked the information?"

"What does he mean by saying these things?"

"A Japanese agent?"

"But how could he know about this?"

"Or is there a traitor inside who leaked this information to the outside?"

……

"Your eyes already tell me you understand what I'm saying." Chen Yongren wore a confident smile.

Chen Dian tried to stay calm, but his inner vigilance grew.

"Don't be nervous." Chen Yongren said full of confidence: "In fact, as long as I want to, nothing in Songhu can escape my notice."

After a pause, Chen Yongren again smiled and said: "Compared to you, I despise that bunch of Japanese beasts even more."

"Mr. Chen, please forgive me for using those two words to insult beasts."

"……" The previously silent Chen Dian's face suddenly changed color.

His outward surname was Zhang, yet this person before him actually knew his real surname.

"Who exactly are you!" Chen Dian growled, unable to keep his hand from moving to his waist.

"Godfather." Chen Yongren's expression remained normal: "My friends like to call me Godfather."

Godfather?

Chen Dian stared in disbelief, unable to believe it, looking at Chen Yongren.

Recently, someone has been spreading the word that a remarkably capable old man has appeared in Songhu's underground intelligence circle.

Calling himself the Godfather, with far‑reaching influence.

In all of Songhu, there's nothing he doesn't know.

When the rumor surfaced, some agents actually went to find him to verify whether he was really that capable.

But strangely, from the time the rumor appeared until now,

the Godfather seemed to have vanished completely, never appearing again.

So Chen Dian snorted at the rumor, thinking it was just a foreign agent fabricating a figure to boost intelligence value.

He never imagined the rumor could actually be true.

No, that's not right.

In the rumor, the Godfather is a foreign old man.

But the person before him is obviously a middle‑aged Chinese.

His Chinese, with a slight Huizhou accent, doesn't sound foreign at all.

Moreover, his age and nationality don't match either.

He quickly realized that when the Godfather first appeared, he had disguised his true identity.

Including this time!

No wonder no one has seen him since; perhaps during this period the Godfather hid his identity, secretly observing these people's reactions.

Having disappeared for so long, why did he suddenly show up again?

Could it be just to tell me that there's a Japanese dog agent in the Songhu Police Station?

"Mr. Zhang, it's getting late, I won't keep you from your business—let's meet again next time." Chen Yongren stood up and left at once.

Upon hearing that, Chen Dian's heart beat even faster.

How does he know I'm discussing business?

"Wait a moment." Chen Dian hastily stood up.

But Chen Yongren waved his hand nonchalantly and left the Huamei Hotel straight away.

Chen Dian sat back down in his chair, looking at the photos spread out on the table, his breathing rapid.

Knowing I'm doing business, how could he also say my surname?

Chen Dian felt it was somewhat absurd, and few in the organization knew his surname Chen.

Is this the godfather's intelligence capability?

How did he manage that?

It's certain this guy means no harm; otherwise he would have already brought the Japanese.

At least for now, there is no ill intent.

After thinking, Chen Dian quickly put the photos away.

If the godfather can even know his real surname, then what he says is probably mostly true.

After Chen Yongren left the Huamei Hotel, he quickly went to a deserted alley.

Having finished the disguise and then running, it's indeed very exciting.

Recalling Chen Dian's surprised expression, Chen Yongren found it amusing.

Those words probably frightened Chen Dian quite a bit.

Chen Yongren changed his clothes, made his face look like Xiao Tu's, and then returned to the Huamei Hotel.

Upon seeing Chen Dian again, he had already put the photos away, staring blankly with a solemn expression.

"Just who is this godfather guy?"

"Where did he get this information from?"

"Why hadn't I heard of this person before?"

"We must report anything about the godfather as soon as possible!"

"Damn it, why does Songhu feel increasingly strange? I don't understand many things, completely unlike the intelligence I received before coming."

"Mr. Zhang." Chen Yongren sat opposite Chen Dian and called out several times in a row.

Only then did Chen Dian react, apologetically saying, "Younger Brother Xiao, sorry, I just spaced out."

"Boss Zhang, I feel you're acting weird today." Chen Yongren pretended not to know.

Chen Dian said helplessly, "Don't mention it…"

After a pause, Chen Dian looked at Chen Yongren, lowered his voice, and said, "Younger Brother Xiao, I have a question for you."

Chen Yongren replied cheerfully, "What question?"

"Have you heard of the godfather?" Chen Dian asked mysteriously.