Chapter 223: New Information on Féngyuán Lìnài

The two returned to the room and closed the door.

"Sir, you can take off your clothes; I'll wash them for you." Àolìjiā stood on tiptoe and blew a warm breath onto Chen Yongren's neck.

Undoing Chen Yongren's buttons, she whispered, "To make up for you, I will certainly give you a pleasant night."

Not bad at playing.

Chen Yongren looked at Àolìjiā in front of him, smiling and nodding.

Àolìjiā went around behind Chen Yongren, pretending to take off his coat.

"Tonight I'll get to the bottom of you."

"I thought you were some formidable character."

"Turns out you're just a fool who can't walk when seeing a woman."

Taking advantage of Chen Yongren's distraction, Àolìjiā aimed at his neck, preparing to strike with a knifehand.

Chen Yongren, however, suddenly turned and delivered a knee strike to Àolìjiā's abdomen.

"Clang!"

Due to inertia, Àolìjiā slammed hard into the door, producing a dull thud.

Àolìjiā's features twisted together; in intense pain, she felt her strength drain, her vision went black, she slid down the door to sit on the floor, her head lolled, and she lost consciousness.

Chen Yongren's physical fitness had undergone two enhancements.

How could Àolìjiā, this little slut, possibly resist?

Looking at the little slut at his feet, Chen Yongren showed no courtesy, a wicked smile appearing on his face.

It seemed he hadn't used the prisoner-binding skill in a long time; Chen Yongren hogtied Àolìjiā and casually threw her onto the bed.

Not bad.

His technique wasn't rusty.

"Duang~"

Very elastic.

Àolìjiā woke up dazed, feeling overly cool, glanced aside, and saw her clothes scattered all over the bed.

How could she not feel cool?

Moreover.

How did I get tied up?

Or is it this embarrassing position?

Àolìjiā struggled a bit, but the ropes were tied very tightly, impossible to break free; the friction of the hemp rope against her skin made her feel tingling and numb.

Next, she discovered Chen Yongren sitting in front of her, his face full of mockery.

Àolìjiā gradually recalled what had happened before.

It seemed she had been about to strike him, then her vision went black, she lost consciousness, and upon waking she found herself like this?

Even if Àolìjiā were stupid, she realized her identity had been exposed.

But she racked her brain and couldn't figure out which link had gone wrong.

"Awake?" Chen Yongren said: "Tell me, Miss Àolìjiā, what is your purpose in approaching me?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Hearing Chen Yongren speak her real name, not her false identity, Àolìjiā's heart jolted, and she continued to feign ignorance.

"War Situation Bureau overseas agent, Àolìjiā·Yuēhànxùn, codename Hēiguāfù." Chen Yongren chuckled lightly: "Originally you suspected Nuòlán was a double agent, so you sent someone to monitor him."

"But you found nothing; Nuòlán is cleaner than you imagined, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten promoted."

Hearing Chen Yongren's words, Àolìjiā was shocked to the core.

This was her own top-secret mission.

Within the War Situation Bureau, aside from the head of the China Station, hardly anyone knew.

Chen Yongren stood and walked to Àolìjiā's front, continuing: "Regarding Nuòlán, you found nothing, and because the German-Japanese alliance was suddenly announced, you could only temporarily suspend monitoring Nuòlán."

"You are eager to figure out their cooperation terms."

"Unfortunately, you still have nothing to show for it."

"Am I right?"

"Miss Àolìjiā·Yuēhànxùn?"

Àolìjiā struggled desperately on the bed, lifted her head to look at Chen Yongren, her expression beyond shock.

"He knows all this?"

"Just who is this person before me?"

"A German-Japanese agent?"

"Impossible!"

"To protect agents' safety, only the War Situation Bureau headquarters knows their real names; station chiefs receive only fabricated false identities."

"Unless headquarters has a problem."

Àolìjiā lifted her head, lips slightly parted, staring unblinkingly at Chen Yongren.

Could it be because the Songhu local agents failed to obtain information on the German-Japanese side for a long time, so they dispatched another agent to assist the investigation?

If so, that would also explain why he made contact with Nuòlán.

It's strange that headquarters sent someone to demand accountability, yet Nuòlán reacted hardly at all.

"Are you the new agent the War Situation Bureau sent to Songhu?" Àolìjiā said, somewhat unwilling.

Chen Yongren gave a soft snort, his eyes full of disdain.

It seemed he was saying, you're not worthy to know my identity.

"Yes, I understand!" Seeing Chen Yongren's arrogant attitude, Olga became even more certain of her guess.

The first rule of agents: identity must be absolutely kept secret.

Chen Yongren also didn't explain.

Since this stupid woman wants to imagine things, let her imagine.

"Um… could you let me go?" Olga's voice trembled, her words carrying a hint of pleading.

Chen Yongren was also straightforward, found a rope end, and pulled hard.

The hemp rope on Olga's body instantly scattered onto the bed.

She couldn't help but let out a soft hum, gently touching the marks on her body, inexplicably feeling a bit nostalgic for the sensation of being tied up just moments ago.

No.

Now is not the time to think about these things; after taking two deep breaths, Olga jumped off the bed and hurriedly ran toward the bathroom.

After a while, she finally came out feeling relieved, picked up the clothes on the bed, and put them on one by one.

When she looked up again, Chen Yongren's figure was already gone.

Olga sat down on the bed, somewhat disappointed.

Chen Yongren left the Splendid Endeavor Hotel and returned home; before going to work the next day, he changed his appearance again and cashed the check.

Not long after leaving the bank, Chen Yongren felt two people following him from behind.

These people were none other than overseas agents of the Strategic Affairs Bureau, who wanted to investigate the godfather's identity by tracking those cashing checks.

But not long after they started following, Chen Yongren shook them off.

Seeing the target lost, the two Strategic Affairs Bureau agents tailing him also looked utterly bewildered.

He muddled through the day by taking advantage of the chaos.

After work, when he returned home, Chen Yongren saw a familiar figure sitting in the house.

Fujiwara Rina.

Fujiwara Rina was dressed in casual clothes, wore light makeup, sat on a chair, and had a faint smile on her face.

"I'll be able to see Chen Sang again soon, my heart is so excited."

"I really don't understand why I've become like this."

"I am truly a failing wife and mother."

"Anyway, since I've already done this, I might as well keep going like this."

"Being able to eat my fill is better than having nothing to eat."

"Thinking of this, I feel sorry for Mitsuko; she's still young, and Hideyoshi is like that—how will she manage to live in the future?"

"I just don't know whether Chen Sang will be satisfied with the news I've sent and reward me well."

Hmm?

Fujiwara Rina's chaotic inner voice, Chen Yongren didn't take it to heart, until he heard the last sentence, at which point he suddenly became interested.

Lately, he hadn't found an opportunity to contact Fujiwara Kinta.

This woman actually brought intel with her?

"Madam, how did you come here?" Chen Yongren asked.