Chapter 9: She is a spy?

Mole?

Chen Yongren quickly caught onto a key word.

The Mrs. Hu who was rowing a boat without oars before him was actually also a Riben spy.

Combining what Mrs. Hu was thinking, Chen Yongren could be certain that the mole she mentioned was exactly the one he had been looking for!

He had been worrying about how to find the mole, and then the clue arrived.

However…

What does it mean that government institutions will cease operations in three days?

Could it be that an internal meeting has already been decided to be convened?

Is it about the Riben dog agents preparing to assassinate?

Since the Riben spy could obtain this information so quickly, Chen Yongren was even more certain that the mole must be someone qualified to have firsthand access to this news.

"Damn it."

Chen Yongren felt a chill.

He must root out this bastard within three days to avoid greater loss.

Looking again at Mrs. Hu, she was leaning against the doorframe, unintentionally playing with her skirt hem, her peach-blossom eyes flickering as she gazed at Chen Yongren.

You're using this to test the cadres, right?

Chen Yongren probably already figured out how Mrs. Hu had seduced that mole.

Since Mrs. Hu was determined to seduce, Chen Yongren also deliberately stared at her.

Mrs. Hu seemed quite satisfied with Chen Yongren's expression.

Seeing Chen Yongren silent, Mrs. Hu swayed over in her high heels and softly said, 'Brother, what are you staring at so intently that you don't even answer my words?'

She said that, but what she was thinking was.

'Since they are going to reconvene the Joint Conference, the people of the Military Intelligence Bureau are surely also preparing the conference's security arrangements.'

'Perfect, while their attention is diverted, we will rescue those captured agents!'

'We could even turn Chen Yongren to our side and have him work for us!'

'Looking at Chen Yongren's lecherous gaze, I wish I could devour him raw; as long as I tempt him a little more, he will surely take the bait.'

'If we could plant a hidden explosive in the Military Intelligence Bureau before the Joint Conference begins, it would greatly increase the mission's success rate and make the rescue operation go more smoothly.'

'I, Feng Huailianzi, will make the codename Red Butterfly shock the world's intelligence agencies!'

So this dog agent was trying to set a trap for me.

Red Butterfly?

It's just a moth; watch how I, the young master, will deal with you.

"Sister, you're too beautiful; I absentmindedly lost myself a little, please forgive me." Chen Yongren, knowing Mrs. Hu's thoughts, spoke solemnly.

Since Mrs. Hu herself came to the door.

Chen Yongren decided to go along with the plan, waiting for the chance to ferret out the mole lurking inside!

"How annoying, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Mrs. Hu startled, then understood, lightly patted his chest, and suddenly frowned: 'You reek of alcohol; you must have drunk a lot.'

"Sister, I'm in a good mood today; come, let's go to my place, I'll cook noodles for you, warm and hearty."

"All right, then I'll obey rather than show respect." Chen Yongren gladly agreed.

Mrs. Hu was busy in the kitchen.

Chen Yongren sat on the chair in the living room, admiring her graceful figure, 'listening' to her thoughts.

While cooking the noodles, Mrs. Hu was also scheming how to lure Chen Yongren later.

'It's not a deliberate exposure; that would be too obvious.'

'Or pretend to feel dizzy when getting up and deliberately fall into his arms?'

'Chen Yongren is so young; he will surely feel pity for women, then you can play the victim to trigger his protective instinct?'

Knowing Mrs. Hu was thinking of ways to seduce him, Chen Yongren felt amused and muttered inwardly.

Never pity me just because I am a delicate flower.

Because when you have no use value, I won't pity you either!

Soon, Mrs. Hu placed a bowl of steaming noodles in front of Chen Yongren and poured herself a glass of red wine.

Chen Yongren didn't stand on ceremony and finished it in a few bites.

"Look at how you eat, with no one to compete with; later I'll get you another bowl." Mrs. Hu chuckled twice, then downed her glass of wine.

She had just risen when she suddenly swayed twice in place, then held her forehead, let out a groan, and collapsed to the side.

She just happened to sit in Chen Yongren's arms.

Knowing Mrs. Hu was acting, Chen Yongren didn't hold back and naturally held her in his arms.

"Oh..." Mrs. Hu feigned struggle for a moment, feeling Chen Yongren's change, and softly said, 'You little rascal, what do you want? Having eaten the noodles isn't enough; you still want to take advantage of me?'

"Let go of me quickly, or I'll turn hostile."

Although she protested with her words, Mrs. Hu's body honestly remained seated in Chen Yongren's arms.

"Being young is great; unlike that mole, who's greasy like an old man."

'Listening' to Mrs. Hu's thoughts, Chen Yongren secretly laughed.

His hands kept moving.

"You bastard, knowing I'm a single woman, you want to bully me?" Mrs. Hu's slender, fair arms hooked around Chen Yongren's neck as she coquettishly said.

Chen Yongren pretended to be drunk, didn't answer Mrs. Hu's words, directly hoisted her waist, hurried to the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed.

Mrs. Hu let out a muffled grunt.

Thoughts of subversion, Red Butterfly, rescue, and the like were quickly tossed aside.

Chen Yongren was busy here.

Because of a call from the boss, Shen Mingchen was also bent over his desk, writing furiously.

With many officials gathered for a meeting, the Military Intelligence Bureau naturally had to guard against the possibility of Japanese spies taking advantage to cause trouble.

Although Shen Mingchen was cursing in his heart, he honestly devised a new security plan to cope with any possible sudden mishap, protecting the safety of the officials attending the meeting.

Although this meeting was only internal, with extremely high secrecy, not even publicly announced, Japanese spies would not notice this matter.

But Shen Mingchen still dared not let his guard down.

If any mishap occurred at the meeting, it would be far more serious than losing one's head.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Mingchen finally closed the folder, leaned back in his chair, and pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve pressure.

His gaze swept lightly, and he caught sight of a file folder at the edge of the desk.

On it was written a person's name.

Chen Yongren.