Chapter 529: I certainly know how wronged you are

"Damn it, why isn't it here yet!" Chen Yongren feigned anger.

They also knew what had happened in Jinmen, each trembling with fear, afraid to speak more, lest the fire be drawn onto themselves.

"Have all the persons in charge of the Jinmen Police Station come?" Chen Yongren asked coldly.

Beside him stood a middle-parted haired Japanese translator named Pu Duan Diao, who immediately looked haughtily at the officer before him and said, "Your Excellency is asking you—who else hasn't come?"

"Everyone's here…"

"Your Excellency, there really is no one else."

"Your Excellency is personally investigating—how dare we be negligent?"

……

In front of the Chinese masses, they who held their noses high now wish they could bury their heads in their trousers.

"Your Excellency, they say…" Pu Duan Diao was about to speak.

"No, there's still one person—Bureau Chief Yang, Yang Xiang hasn't come yet!" The vice bureau chief slapped his forehead and hurriedly told Chen Yongren.

"He's been recuperating at home lately and hasn't shown up for several days!"

"Damn, why is such an important matter only being mentioned now?" Pu Duan Diao threw his weight around.

"Hey, hurry up and translate—what are they saying?" Chen Yongren pretended not to understand.

Pu Duan Diao looked at Chen Yongren with a fawning expression, pointing at the vice bureau chief and said, "Your Excellency, they say we're still missing one person—Yang Xiang!"

"Damn, why is such an important matter only being mentioned now—where does he live?" Chen Yongren quickly walked over to the vice bureau chief, raised his hand and slapped him twice.

The vice bureau chief covered his face, looked at the translator, and wore a pitiful expression.

"Your Excellency asks you, where does that scoundrel live?" Pu Duan Diao asked.

"25 Clear River Street!" the vice bureau chief hurriedly said: "I just remembered—this guy actually recovered long ago, he's known about the envoy's arrival for ages, but he's been slacking off, sleeping with women, clearly just unwilling to serve the Imperial Army!"

Pu Duan Diao immediately translated.

"What did you say?" Chen Yongren stepped forward, grabbed the vice bureau chief's collar, and demanded sternly: "He isn't recuperating at home—how does he know about the envoy's affair?"

Pu Duan Diao displayed the flair of a lackey, grinning at the vice bureau chief as he translated.

"He… he after all is the branch bureau chief… how could this not be told to him, I thought…" the vice bureau chief trembled like a sieve.

"Damn, a bunch of idiots, what are you thinking?" Chen Yongren kicked the vice bureau chief over.

Turning around, he casually pointed at two secret agents and shouted sternly: "Immediately lock up this bunch of leakers; no one may release them without my order!"

"The rest of you, immediately follow me to the compound at 25 Clear River Street!"

Unaware of the impending disaster, Yang Xiang was still happily fondling fish at home.

"All you know is to fondle; you should at least perk up—you're not that good, are you? Want to fondle to death? All you know is to use your mouth."

A woman's complaining voice sounded from inside the room.

"This is called oral skill being inferior to manual skill." Yang Xiang laughed loudly: "You just got here, what's the rush? I need to find my rhythm—it's only been a day; we have plenty of time."

"Wait till you're full and drunk, then I'll make you behave." Yang Xiang raised his cup and drained it, then kissed the little sweetheart in his arms.

"Afraid you've already been drained by some other little vixen." The woman pursed her lips and complained.

"I haven't done anything—just wait and you'll find out." Yang Xiang gave a wicked chuckle, gripping harder.

The woman gave a soft moan, panting, and said: "That's all you've got—what's the use of just long fingers…"

Yang Xiang was enjoying himself.

A muffled "bang" sounded.

The door was suddenly kicked open.

Then, dozens of people filed in from outside.

The sudden movement startled the woman in Yang Xiang's embrace; she hastily pulled down her skirt, flustered, tidying her hair.

Yang Xiang also shuddered twice from fright.

"Mom…"

Yang Xiang didn't finish his curse before two secret agents pressed down on his shoulders, looking at the intruders' attire, and the latter half of his sentence was forcibly swallowed back.

That woman was also restrained.

"Yang Xiang?" Chen Yongren walked in with a cold stare.

Pu Duan Diao hurriedly said: "Your Excellency is asking you—are you Yang Xiang?"

Yang Xiang instinctively nodded.

A secret agent quickly stepped forward, unfolded the portrait, roughly gripped Yang Xiang's chin, examined his face, then immediately beamed with delight and nodded vigorously at Chen Yongren.

Yang Xiang sitting in the chair keenly sensed something was off.

Holding the portrait up to himself, he again showed a pleased expression.

This clearly means there's trouble!

"Your Excellency…" Yang Xiang asked tremblingly.

Chen Yongren darkened his face, cutting him off: "On the afternoon of January 5th, the two envoys dispatched by the Sky Locust faction were shot and killed on their way to the Crosstalk Hall."

"Where were you at that time?"

"Sky Locust envoy?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiang immediately understood what had happened.

This probably means they're suspecting him.

Yang Xiang hurriedly explained: "Your Excellency, at that time I was sleeping at home, I didn't go anywhere."

"At home, who could vouch for you?" Chen Yongren asked coldly.

"I… I was just alone at home—who could I get to vouch for me?" Yang Xiang said with a grief-stricken face.

"That just means you have no alibi, right?" Chen Yongren swept a cold glance over the food on the table, snorted, and said: "I've heard you were ill at home, constantly recuperating."

"Big fish and meat, still drinking—are you nourishing your body!"

Chen Yongren slammed the table and spoke sternly.

"Idiot!"

"I think you're deliberately lying to deceive the locust army!"

"Search!"

"Yes!" The Japanese spies inside the house responded, immediately ransacking the room, turning over boxes and cabinets.

Some agents also earnestly tapped the floor and walls.

Yang Xiang was so frightened by this show of force that he trembled, shaking his head and saying, "Your Excellency, it's my laziness, my slipperiness—I knew the envoy was coming…"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Then an excited agent's voice was heard.

"Chief Commander, we've found something!"

Just as the words fell, a short winter melon ran up to Chen Yongren and said, "Chief Commander, look, we've found over 20,000 dollars."

"And also a Browning pistol, with a few rounds still loaded inside!"

Seeing this, Yang Xiang's face showed a trace of disbelief, as if wondering why such things were in his own home, and he hastily shook his head and said.

"Your Excellency, this isn't my gun—I don't know how this happened."

"Idiot, caught red‑handed, and you're still making excuses!" Chen Yongren pointed at Yang Xiang and spoke sternly: "You said you were always at home—then who put these things in your house?"

"Uh…" Yang Xiang was momentarily at a loss for words, then said: "Your Excellency, I'm innocent, Your Excellency—I truly don't know what's going on; this must be a frame‑up."

The Japanese agents had long grown accustomed to this scene.

Anyway, once they're in prison, they'll naturally tell the truth.

Chen Yongren's face was expressionless.

Innocent?

Being innocent is fine—it's you I framed, so of course you know how innocent you are.

"Immediately notify Colonel Chi Mu—tell him we've found a suspect in the envoy's assassination!" Chen Yongren said excitedly.

"Also, send the pistol for testing right away, then bring this bastard back to the agency for me to interrogate personally."