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Chapter 47 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 21

Wang Mansion.

Here, wise men gather; here, traitors congregate.

This place has "patriots" who shout to save the country but sell it out for a good price, filial sons who regard the Japanese as their own fathers, and good dogs who are willing to be their lackeys.

The humanoid beings, amidst a chorus of high-sounding rhetoric, completely betrayed their national interests, then held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, praising each other's camaraderie as undeniable.

Wen Jingshan, leaning on his walking stick, chatted with the people around him with a smile. He had gained a good profit today and even secured a directorship for his son. He was in a great mood.

"Mr. Nakamura, please believe in our sincerity for peace between our two countries, and believe in Mr. Wang's friendly heart towards your country!" Wen Jingshan had never been as loyal to the Japanese as he was at this moment.

There's no other reason than that Nakamura really put in a lot of effort today.

Although it's a bit strange for a non-native to be present at a confidential meeting, a dog can't question why its master is at the doghouse today, especially when the master has given some of the dogs some benefits.

Nakamura glanced at Wen Zhao and gave him a barely perceptible nod, which was his response to Wen Zhao.

As long as he does his job well, his status in China will continue to rise.

Before squeezing every last drop of value out of a useful dog, the Japanese will not mistreat a useful one.

"You're too kind, I..."

A loud bang drowned out all the pleasantries.

At that moment, the flying dirt and rocks were like sharp arrows, piercing into human flesh.

Blood and flesh and limbs flew everywhere, screams and cries went hand in hand.

The once peaceful Wang Mansion instantly transformed into the beginnings of hell.

In the immediate aftermath of the explosion, Wen Jingshan, that old fox, hid behind a colleague, letting someone shield him from the rubble.

Wen Zhao then pushed Nakamura away just as a rock was about to fly towards his head.

He was much taller than Nakamura, that little dwarf; the stones that could have hit Nakamura's head only landed on his shoulders.

Nakamura, who had just been saved, was thrown to the ground and watched in horror as a bullet struck Wen Zhao as a rock cut his shoulder.

If Wen Zhao hadn't pushed him, he might already be dead.

Despite the excruciating pain, Wen Zhao shouted "Run!" at Nakamura and staggered off, pulling Wen Jingshan along as they ran into the Wang Mansion.

Wen Jingshan, who previously seemed to have difficulty walking with his cane, ran just as fast as a twenty-year-old when he was actually in danger.

The moment he took cover behind the bunker, his brain, which had been stunned by the explosion, finally began to function again.

My first thought was: My son is still a filial son.

In that situation, being able to take care of his elderly father's safety—what else is that but filial piety?

My second thought was: "Save them! Save them quickly!"

He even saw Wen Zhao get shot.

After pulling the person to a safe distance, Wen Zhao collapsed to the ground, wailing like an ordinary person, his expression filled with fear.

Even so, after Wen Jingshan spoke, he still managed to say with difficulty, "Nakamura, Mr. Nakamura!"

Nakamura, who had run in alongside him, was so moved that tears almost welled up in his eyes.

Wen Jun, you are loyal!

If it weren't for him, I would be dead. He's injured so badly now, yet he still thinks of me!

At that moment, he slightly overstepped his contempt for the Chinese and stepped forward to stop Wen Zhao, who was searching for him everywhere: "Wen Jun, please take care of yourself, I'm fine."

He spoke in Japanese, but Wen Zhao pretended not to understand. The moment she saw him, she felt relieved and fainted.

"Damn it, that traitor!"

In the distance, the Military Intelligence Bureau's operations commander saw Wen Zhao rescuing Nakamura through his binoculars and couldn't help but curse loudly.

It's truly laughable that a Chinese person would risk their life to save a Japanese person!

With that fearless spirit, you would be perfect to fight against the Japanese pirates!

He pounded on the window in frustration and shouted, "Withdraw!"

Although the mission to assassinate Wang Tianhai was not accomplished, the deaths of so many traitors served as a huge deterrent to other wavering individuals.

If you want to defect to the Japanese, first take a look at how tough your life is!

The Military Intelligence Bureau's operatives were reduced in size and dispersed into smaller units as he ordered.

As the man left, he heard a faint gunshot.

He instinctively turned around and saw a driver lying in front of the car door.

A traitor's lackey, he's dead, so be it.

He didn't take the matter to heart; the important thing now was to keep his brothers in the dark.

The man who had infiltrated the Kuomintang operation on Wen Zhao's orders calmly retrieved his gun after being killed in one shot, went downstairs, and hurriedly left the bloody assassination scene in a rickshaw.

When the gunshot rang out, Ling Yi was in the laboratory fiddling with her instruments.

This time, I'm not trying to make anything fancy; I'm just observing and cultivating some small gadgets based on the book.

She spent too much time in the lab these days, and now she has to produce something to make up for it.

The glassware sparkled in the sunlight. Ling Yi flicked it lightly and smiled, clearly pleased with herself.

By eliminating Lao Zhang, the chances of his identity being exposed in the future are greatly reduced.

But her good mood only lasted until Sister Hong came looking for her.

"Young Madam, something terrible has happened! Young Master is injured and hospitalized!" Hong Jie's panicked voice rang out, and the vessel in Ling Yi's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Seeing so much broken glass on the ground, Sister Hong didn't dare to go forward. She just stood at the door and said anxiously, "The people the master sent are waiting at the door. Please come out quickly!"

I hope those shards of glass don't hurt her feet.

Ling Yi's eyes instantly reddened. She pursed her lips tightly, hurriedly took off her gloves and white coat, threw them onto the experimental equipment, and ran outside without paying attention to the sound of the glass breaking.

After they had run far away, the medical students tiptoed in.

Looking at the broken, precious experimental equipment, they couldn't help but curse the traitorous old woman for wasting it.

Then, upon seeing the instruments and experimental records, their contempt only intensified.

Is it really worth spending so much time on something so small?

He really is a traitor; he's not even smart enough to work.

Ling Yi rushed out of Tongde Medical College and got into the car sent by Wen Jingshan.

The moment she got into the car, she realized that the driver who came to pick her up was not Lao Zhang.

It became.

Relieved, she asked anxiously, like an ordinary woman in a state of panic, "How is the young master now? Where is he injured? Is his life in danger?"

The driver had been randomly selected by Wen Jingshan and was unaware of Wen Zhao's situation. Upon hearing this, he could only stammer, "Young Master is not in any danger, as for the rest... I don't know either."

Since the master didn't say the young mistress was to come for a final farewell, it means she's not in mortal danger. As for the rest...

The hospital was surrounded by Japanese people, and he couldn't get in. How did he know?