The assassin's cap was short and there were tattoos on his arms.
It was obvious that he was a member of the world.
Li Yaoting did not leave immediately.
Instead, he entered Xinya Restaurant and waited for the patrol.
The main road was the most prosperous place in the public concession.
The British inspector of Laozha Prison led Several Indian police officers arrived at the scene within five minutes, set up a cordon, collected the bodies, washed the floor, and interrogated witnesses.
Li Yaoting was very important in the concession.
He retired with honors.
Du Yuesheng went to Hong Kong.
There were not many bigwigs left.
He was Director Hua of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau of the concession.
The bodyguards' guns were all licensed.
Naturally, he had no scruples.
He shot a After calling home, within ten minutes, four cars drove to the scene.
Twenty bodyguards in windbreakers and top hats got out of the cars to protect the restaurant.
The inspector asked a few questions as usual, but Li Yaoting was all vague.
After the inspectors left, he said bitterly: "This must have been done by Zhang Xiaolin.
This old dog has a deep grudge against me.
Now with the help of The Japanese forces want to kill me, but there is no way.”
Having said that, he had to take precautions.
The situation was no longer what it used to be.
Zhang Xiaolin defected to the Japanese, became the chairman of the Hangzhou Maintenance Association, established the New Asia Peace Promotion Association, and recruited a group of minions to work for the Japanese.
The concession was his world, and there was nothing Li Yaoting could do to him.
He was assassinated in the street.
Although he was not injured, he was not in any mood.
Li Yaoting arranged for a car of bodyguards to take his two sisters-in-law home, and he also took the car back.
Lin Wenjing and Xia Xiaoqing returned to the mansion, always feeling frightened.
The concierge came to report that there were two people hanging around outside, and they didn't know if they were thieves.
Xia Xiaoqing looked over from the second floor.
Sure enough, there were two guys under the street lights at the intersection.
They were smoking cigarettes, holding their hands, and their caps were held low.
They looked sneaky and didn't look like good people.
Back in the house, Xia Xiaoqing dialed a phone number: "Hey, I'm looking for Yan Qingyu, what, who am I to tell him that I am his eldest sister Xia Xiaoqing?"
Twenty minutes later, a car sped up and stopped suddenly in front of a streetlight.
Four big men jumped out of the car, pressed the two men on the hood, twisted their arms and searched, finding a pistol and a gun.
The police officer from the patrol house turned out to be a plainclothes officer sent by the patrol house in the French Concession to protect the two ladies.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?
You were so sneaky that you thought you were a Japanese lackey."
Yan Qingyu, who was sitting in the car, frowned and looked dissatisfied.
The two plainclothes men were about to get angry, but when they saw it was Yan Qingyu, they immediately changed their faces to smiles: "It's Master Yan, please sign your name for me."
Yan Qingyu took out the Montblanc gold pen and signed the two of them hastily, and said politely: "It's so late at night, thank you for your hard work."
There was a stack of French currency in the notebook he handed back.
Although Shanghai and Nanjing had fallen, legal currency could still circulate in the Japanese-occupied area.
The pile of money was worth two hundred yuan.
The two plainclothes men smiled happily, nodded and walked away, still wandering around.
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Yan Qingyu got out of the car and entered the mansion.
Bodyguards were on duty everywhere.
"Sister, my condolences."
Yan Qingyu burst into tears as soon as she saw Xia Xiaoqing.
"Why don't you apologize?
Your brother-in-law is not dead."
Xia Xiaoqing said.
After all, he is a movie king-level figure.
Yan Qingyu's tears disappeared in an instant and he said with a smile: "I'm just telling you, my brother-in-law is a hero, how can he be so heroic easily?
They don't believe me, when did you arrive?
Why didn't you fight me beforehand?"
Send a telegram so that I can pick you up."
Xia Xiaoqing said: "I just arrived in the morning and I called you at noon.
You were fooling around somewhere.
There were many guests at home, so I didn't call you anymore."
Yan Qingyu usually sleeps in bed at noon and never answers the phone.
He doesn't explain.
He just smiles: "Forget it, as long as I can find someone."
"Who answered the phone just now?"
Xia Xiaoqing suddenly remembered, "You were so aggressive, and you dared to ask me who it was."
Yan Qingyu thought to herself that if you call me in the middle of the night, eldest sister, no one will be happy with you, but she said: "It's not that person, the maid at home."
"Hmph, I'm afraid it's some little female star."
Xia Xiaoqing curled her lips.
"What's wrong is that the maid is old, and when the Japanese came, all the film companies ran away, so why are there any little stars?"
"I don't care who they are.
I tell you, you are not allowed to be a traitor or help the Japanese make movies."
"I understand, sister."
Purple Star Pictures has not made a new movie for two years, but Yan Qingyu's heroic image on the screen is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
He is sought after by people wherever he goes, and he is surrounded by a lot of helpers.
He has shot dozens of movies.
He made a lot of money from the movie, bought a villa and an apartment in the concession, and lived a leisurely life like a fairy.
He also knew a little about things in the world, and he had already entered the ranks of high-level white-faced people.
"It was indeed Zhang Xiaolin who wanted to kill Li Yaoting, but it was not because of any grudge, but because of new hatred."
Yan Qingyu said.
"Oh, what new hatred?"
Xia Xiaoqing was very interested.
Yan Qingyu talked eloquently: "After the fall of Shanghai, the Japanese did not ban smoking.
Instead, they secretly supported it.
Why?
The money came so quickly from selling opium.
The Japanese supported the Daodao City Government, the Nanjing Reform Government, and bribed traitors.
It all cost money."
Money, where does the money come from?
As for opium, Zhang Xiaolin helped the Japanese purchase grain and cotton openly, and secretly sold opium.
Zhabei South City was his territory, but he couldn't enter the concession because Li Yaoting, surnamed Zhang, was in charge.
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Naturally, I want to get rid of it quickly.”
Xia Xiaoqing said: "Zhang Xiaolin has Japanese support, wouldn't Boss Li be in danger?"
Yan Qingyu said: "The Japanese raise many dogs, and Zhang Xiaolin is just one of them.
Compared with other dogs, he is not ferocious.
In terms of ruthlessness, he is still the No. 76 Agent Headquarters.
A group of people there were originally They are all agents of the Kuomintang, and their attacks are much more powerful than those of the Jianghu.
By the way, Kim No. 76 The brand killer, named Wu Sibao, used to be Boss Li’s driver, and he finally had some love.
The relationship here is so intricate that it’s hard to explain at the moment.
Anyway, the water in Shanghai is deep.
There are Japanese, Kuomintang, Communist, and traitors from all walks of life.
You are one of them.
There is me, and you are among me.
Fighting and killing, there will be no day when seven or eight people are not killed."
Xia Xiaoqing was deep in thought.
It was easy to fish in troubled waters.
The beach in Shanghai was so chaotic, but it was actually full of opportunities.
Yan Qingyu was talking enthusiastically: "Although No. 76 is ruthless, they are a bunch of low-class gangsters.
Except for Wu Sibao's good marksmanship, nothing else is worth mentioning.
They only rely on assassinations in the street and one shot in the head." , there is no need to talk about technical content at all.
There is a guy who is very good at fighting against No. 76 and ruined their business several times.
This guy is called Chen Zhen.
The dragon is invisible.
If there is a chance, I really want to practice with him. " "Who is Chen Zhen?"
Xia Xiaoqing smiled.
"Yes, Chen Zhen, why, elder sister, do you know him?"
Yan Qingyu said curiously.
"Your brother-in-law is the first generation Chen Zhen, and all the following Chen Zhens are his apprentices."
Xia Xiaoqing heard Chen Zikun talk about what happened back then, and now it was quite honorable to show off in front of his younger brother.
"It turns out that Chen Zhen is not alone."
Yan Qingyu suddenly realized.
That night Yan Qingyu stayed at the Chen Mansion to protect the safety of his sisters.
The next morning, people came to visit one after another.
They were Su Qingyan from the Three Guns Association and Ouyang Kaisitu Xiaoyan from the Jingwu Association.
After the Songhu Battle, Shanghai fell.
The anti-Japanese group Three Guns Association was transferred to the concession, and the Jingwu Association was completely closed down.
Life was very difficult.
When they heard that Mrs.
Chen was coming to Shanghai, they came to express their condolences and learned that Chen Zikun was not alive.
The sacrifices turned worries into joy one by one, and the atmosphere in the living room became cheerful.
"Our Jingwu Association can be responsible for the safety of the mansion."
Ouyang Kai said, pointing at Situ Xiaoyan, "It will be convenient for Xiaoyan to move here to protect his family."
Situ Xiaoyan stood up and cupped her hands.
The innocent little junior sister back then was now a steady aunt in her thirties, dressed neatly and neatly.
Lin Wenjing said politely: "How embarrassing."
Ouyang Kai said: "Auntie, you're welcome.
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Uncle Fifth Master is the president of our Jingwu Association.
It is our duty to protect his family."
Yan Qingyu's eyes lit up as he sat aside, and he couldn't help but take a look at Ouyang Kailai.
He was a capable man in his thirties, wearing a navy blue tunic suit.
His eyes were introverted, his bones were thick, and his fists were flat.
He was definitely a martial arts expert.
Xia Xiaoqing said: "Well, let sister Xiaoyan stay, so that we can compete in martial arts."
The matter was settled like this.
Su Qingyan and Ouyang Kai stood up to say goodbye.
Xia Xiaoqing couldn't hold them back, so she asked Yan Qingyu to see off the guests.
Yan Qingyu accompanied them to the gate and suddenly said to Ouyang Kai, "You are Chen Zhen."
Ouyang Kai remained calm and shook his head: "No, I'm not Chen Zhen."
Yan Qingyu said: "You can't hide it from me, you are Chen Zhen, and you are the one who did those mysterious cases."
Ouyang Kai was silent for a moment and said: "Chen Zhen is not a specific person.
Although I am not Chen Zhen, I can still be Chen Zhen.
The same goes for you.
If you have a heart to resist Japan and save the country, you can also be Chen Zhen."
Su Qingyan looked at them with a smile and did not interrupt.
Yan Qingyu was deep in thought, but before he knew it, the two guests had gone away.
The north wind has picked up again, and Shanghai is extremely cold in early winter.
Yan Qingyu said goodbye to her sister and returned to her apartment.
She took out the key and opened the door.
After entering, she took off her coat and hat and hung them on the coat hooks.
Suddenly she noticed something strange.
She turned her wrist and hid the flying knife in her palm.
Slowly turning around, I saw a strange man sitting in the living room.
He was dressed in a fashionable suit and leather shoes.
He had a lot of hair wax on his head.
He had a fair complexion and wore gold-rimmed glasses.
He had his legs crossed and a cigarette in his hand.
Enjoy your time.
"Why don't you say hello when you come in?
This is not a good habit."
Yan Qingyu sneered.
"I'm really sorry, but I didn't come in by myself."
The man stood up and bowed, "You must be Mr.
Yan Qingyu."
"Brother Yu, you're back."
The little star came out of the kitchen with a coffee pot and said with a sweet smile, "This gentleman said he was a fan of yours, so I invited him in."
"Oh, that's it."
Yan Qingyu put away the knife without leaving a trace, walked to the sofa and sat down, took out the cigarette case: "Are you smoking?
By the way, I didn't ask for your last name."
"My name is Yu, and this is my business card."
The man respectfully presented the business card with both hands.
Yan Qingyu took it and took a look.
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On the business card was printed: Cultural Counselor of the Consulate General of the Empire of Japan in Shanghai, King Yulong.
"What do you pronounce this character?"
Yan Qingyu asked, pointing to the character in the middle of his name.
"Dragon, Nianlong."
King Yulong explained.
"Oh, what do you want from me?"
Yan Qingyu casually threw the business card on the coffee table
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