[Urban] Infiltration V2.0 (Complete) - 7-9

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Chapter 36

At this moment, Fujiwara Kaori swayed her slender waist and walked to Xiao Yan's side. She crossed her arms over her chest, circled the battered Xiao Yan, and sighed softly, "What a beauty! It's such a waste to beat her like this; it will only spoil Jianxiong-kun's appetite." She then gave a meaningful, coquettish laugh.

Hua Jianxiong snorted, thinking to himself, "This woman hit the nail on the head." He ignored Fujiwara Kaori's teasing and turned to Liu Dazhuang, who was standing helplessly to the side, and ordered, "Put her on the tiger bench and torture her slowly!"

Liu Dazhuang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly ordered his men to untie Xiao Yan from the ropes, carry her to the wall, and drag over a wide and sturdy torture bench. With her back against a thick wooden pillar, her hands were forced behind the pillar, and a rope was draped over her shoulders and tightly bound.

Hua Jianxiong returned to his chair and sat down. Fujiwara Kaori followed, leaning against the armrest of the chair. Seeing Hua Jianxiong take out a cigarette, she quickly took out a lighter and lit it for him. She glanced at Xiao Yan, who was naked and tied to the tiger bench, then leaned down and whispered sweetly in Hua Jianxiong's ear, "Jianxiong-kun, Kaori is getting flustered watching this, and I'm all wet down there."

Hua Jianxiong felt Fujiwara Kaori's firm, full breasts rubbing against his shoulder, and hearing her blatant teasing, his heart stirred.

Seeing that Hua Jianxiong didn't react significantly, Fujiwara Kaori whispered mysteriously, "I'm here on official business. Commander Hashimoto has something important for me to tell you in person."

Hua Jianxiong's eyes twitched, and he shifted his gaze to Fujiwara Kaori's alluring face. Seeing that she wasn't joking, he casually asked, "What is it?"

Fujiwara Kaori pouted her red lips, glanced at the tiger bench in the distance, and smiled charmingly at him, saying, "It's a confidential matter, isn't it inappropriate here? How about we go to my place later?" Her eyes pleaded as she spoke.

Hua Jianxiong stared at Fujiwara's eager phoenix eyes, his mind racing. He was well aware of this Japanese woman's wild and unrestrained way of releasing her desires. He even suspected that she might be using her position for personal gain, just to coax him into accompanying her to have some fun.

Although it was also something he enjoyed, he currently had several important cases on his plate, a mountain of legal troubles, and simply didn't have the time or inclination for it. However, seeing Fujiwara Kaori's serious expression, and considering she had even brought up Commander Hashimoto, she probably wouldn't be making such a big joke. Thinking this, he reluctantly nodded.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong nod, Fujiwara Kaori immediately beamed with joy. Just as she was about to say something to him, she saw his gaze shift to the tiger bench in the distance.

There, Xiao Yan's naked body leaned against the wooden post, her legs outstretched, bound tightly to the bench. Her hands were tied behind her back to the post, and thick, stiff hemp rope wrapped around her still-firm breasts, binding her upper body tightly to the post. Her rounded knees and thighs were bound tightly to the wooden bench with several leather straps, unable to move an inch.

Liu Dazhuang and his accomplices had clearly used excessive force; the ropes and straps dug deep into her battered flesh, and the girl's bruised breasts were squeezed like two inflated balloons. Xiao Yan felt short of breath, gasping for air, her swollen nipples trembling incessantly.

One of the thugs inserted a wooden stick under Xiao Yan's ankle, and with a gentle pull, lifted her snow-white legs slightly. Another agent quickly shoved a pre-prepared brick under Xiao Yan's delicate, slender heel. Xiao Yan seemed to hear a cracking sound inside her knee, and her calf throbbed with excruciating pain, as if pricked by needles. She gritted her teeth and let out a soft groan.

Liu Dazhuang stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the changes in Xiao Yan's expression. Seeing her pain, he immediately shouted, "What's one enough? Give her another one, let this little bitch have her fill!" As soon as he finished speaking, several thugs hurriedly bent Xiao Yan's legs and shoved another cold brick in.

The intense pain cruelly stimulated Xiao Yan's sensitive nerves; her legs felt as if they were about to be broken, and Xiao Yan instinctively struggled. But her whole body was tightly bound with ropes; apart from her head, only her beautiful, alluring, firm breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing.

The thugs watched Xiao Yan struggle in agony without any pity. Taking advantage of the situation, Liu San squatted down next to Xiao Yan and began kneading her swollen, bruised breasts with his filthy hands. Other agents followed suit, groping and probing Xiao Yan's thighs and abdomen.

One agent even brazenly inserted his hand between Xiao Yan's tightly pressed thighs, groping and probing inside for a while. Then he pulled out two wet fingers, held them up to Xiao Yan's eyes, and shamelessly mocked her.

Xiao Yan felt she was about to collapse. A sharp, stabbing sensation pierced her legs, growing increasingly intense. With the slightest movement, she could almost hear the bones in her knees dislocate. The rope around her chest dug deeply into her breasts, which were tightly bound, swollen, and aching, as if they might explode at any moment.

What she found most unbearable was the filthy hands shamelessly groping her body. These were the traitors and spies she usually hated and despised, now openly playing with her naked body. Completely immobile, she could only helplessly listen to their lewd teasing and taunts.

Time ticked by, and Xiao Yan's legs, propped up by two bricks, gradually lost sensation, while her chest burned like two flames, growing ever stronger. The thugs' taunts and taunts became increasingly obscene. Not knowing how long this torture would last, tears of agony welled in Xiao Yan's eyes, and she couldn't suppress the groans of unbearable pain escaping her throat.

Hua Jianxiong sat in his chair, nonchalantly watching Xiao Yan's agonizing suffering on the tiger bench, while Fujiwara Kaori, leaning against him, grew increasingly restless. Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with an unbearable, burning desire. She gently rubbed her ample breasts against Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, then secretly pulled his hand to her full, fleshy thigh.

"You slut!" Hua Jianxiong seized the opportunity and pinched Fujiwara Kaori's thigh, clad in flesh-colored stockings, hard. "Ouch..." Fujiwara Kaori gasped in pain, but her face was radiant with a smile.

Looking at Fujiwara Kaori's alluring expression, Hua Jianxiong frowned. But remembering Commander Hashimoto she had mentioned, he could only sigh helplessly. After a moment's thought, he got up and walked to the torture bench, looking at Xiao Yan, naked, covered in wounds, and drenched in sweat. She lay motionless with her head bowed, breathing rapidly, occasionally letting out a pitiful sob. Hua Jianxiong circled Xiao Yan halfway, then suddenly reached out and touched her round buttocks, grabbing them and squeezing them hard, feeling the smoothness and elasticity of her skin.

Hua Jianxiong snorted and said, "Little girl, you're suffering in this hellhole, while the person who sent you is probably enjoying themselves in someone else's paradise! Think about it, is it worth suffering so much for someone else? Just confess already!" After saying that, Hua Jianxiong lewdly patted the drowsy Xiao Yan's bare buttocks, making a slapping sound.

Hua Jianxiong ordered Liu Dazhuang, "She seems quite comfortable, let her think about it here!" After saying that, he walked out of the interrogation room with Fujiwara Kaori by his side.

Chapter 037

On the second floor of a small villa near Hongkou, Hua Jianxiong sat cross-legged at a small square table, shirtless, drinking tea. The room was decorated in the style of Japanese tatami, with fine and soft straw mats on the floor. Apart from the small square table in the center and a few cushions, there was only a small mahogany cabinet and a mahogany dressing table in the corner.

The wooden lattice door, covered with white paper, slid open with a soft creak, and an elderly woman in a blue kimono crawled in on her knees, carrying a double-layered food box.Hua Jianxiong knew that this woman was Fujiwara Kaori's maid, A-Wu. He watched as the old woman with a face full of wrinkles carefully opened the food box, placed several dishes and a bottle of her favorite liquor on the low square table, and then knelt down and crawled out to the wooden lattice door, carefully closing the door behind her.

Hua Jianxiong was a regular here, having just returned from Changchun and come here to enjoy a unique and pleasurable experience. He particularly enjoyed the tatami mats. Looking at the intricate patterns of the straw mats, Hua Jianxiong recalled Fujiwara Kaori's snow-white body, whether lying or prone, being enjoyed by him.

Fujiwara Kaori was a captivating beauty, especially her unique sexual preferences, which made the testosterone-fueled Hua Jianxiong unable to resist. Of all the women Hua Jianxiong had, Fujiwara Kaori attracted him with her distinctive charm. For Hua Jianxiong, who lived a life of constant danger, this Japanese woman with her unique tastes was a good outlet for his pent-up desires.

Every time Hua Jianxiong came here, he would enthusiastically use all sorts of strange and unusual methods to satisfy her, and Fujiwara Kaori always appeared remarkably docile. Fujiwara Kaori was not a woman who readily submitted to men. In Hua Jianxiong's eyes, this Japanese woman was not an ordinary woman at all; she was a born masochistic and wanton slut. Even Liu Mei, who also enjoyed being treated roughly by him, was merely seen by Hua Jianxiong as a captivating ice beauty. Fujiwara Kaori, however, was different; she was a masochist.

Hua Jianxiong poured himself a glass of wine and began to eat heartily. The food was delicious, the wine authentic, and the burning sensation in his stomach was a feeling Hua Jianxiong enjoyed. He drank glass after glass, downing about half a bottle and finishing most of the food, but Fujiwara Kaori was still nowhere to be seen.

"Why isn't she finished washing? What is this bitch still dawdling about? Every time she's like this…" Hua Jianxiong was cursing inwardly in frustration when the wooden lattice door in front of him opened slightly, and Fujiwara Kaori appeared kneeling in the doorway.

Having just bathed, Fujiwara Kaori's skin was rosy, and she exuded a primal fragrance. She wore a white silk kimono with red flowers, bowed to the reeking Hua Jianxiong, then gracefully rose and entered with a charming smile. With her light, delicate steps, her snow-white, smooth legs and delicate feet clad in white stockings peeked out from beneath the hem of her kimono, incredibly alluring.

Fujiwara Kaori quickly approached, kneeling beside Hua Jianxiong, and said with a smile, "Jianxiong-kun, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Hua Jianxiong glanced at Fujiwara Kaori's beautiful, seductive face, snorted, and ignored her, picking up more food with his chopsticks.

Fujiwara Kaori seemed to enjoy Hua Jianxiong's attitude towards her, smiling as she filled his cup with wine and presented it to him with both hands. Hua Jianxiong took the wine and downed it in one gulp, then asked stiffly, "What exactly does Commander Hashimoto want?"

Fujiwara Kaori giggled mysteriously, refilling her glass while teasing Hua Jianxiong with flirtatious glances, "Top secret! I've been running around so hard, I deserve some payment, right?" She put down the bottle, leaned close to Hua Jianxiong sweetly, intentionally rubbing her ample breasts against his shoulder, and boldly looked into his eyes, saying coquettishly, "Cash on delivery, okay..."

Hua Jianxiong raised an eyebrow, swept Fujiwara to the ground, and laughed, "Stop being so mysterious, are you asking for a beating again?"

Fujiwara Kaori turned to the side, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, thrusting out her ample breasts, and said coquettishly, "Are you going to treat me like you did that woman this morning? I'm afraid I can't handle it..." She feigned fear, but her eyes were full of excitement.

Hua Jianxiong didn't say anything more, picked up his wine glass and downed it in

one gulp, then turned and pressed Fujiwara Kaori to the ground. Fujiwara Kaori cried out in surprise, struggling frantically. In the struggle, her already loose kimono was torn to shreds, revealing her rounded, delicate shoulders and a large expanse of her snow-white breasts.

Hua Jianxiong didn't deliberately try to remove Fujiwara Kaori's kimono; he twisted her arms behind her back, casually pulled off the long sash of the kimono, and used it to tie her two small, white hands together.

The silk sash wrapped around Fujiwara's wrists several times, then followed it down her arms, around her exposed, full breasts, and tightly bound them twice, making Fujiwara Kaori's already full breasts appear even higher and firmer.

Once tied up, Hua Jianxiong forcefully tightened the sash in his hands and tied a heavy knot. Because she was bound too tightly, Fujiwara Kaori gasped for breath, her delicate brows furrowed as she let out a sexy moan.

Hua Jianxiong flipped Fujiwara Kaori, whose arms and upper body were tightly bound, onto her back on the mat. He plopped down beside her, reaching out a large hand to grasp Fujiwara Kaori's full left breast. Fujiwara Kaori's legs were slightly curled, her beautiful eyes half-closed, and she was panting heavily. Hua Jianxiong's

large hand gripped the soft breast and kneaded it vigorously. He could clearly feel the flesh in his palm slowly heating up and swelling. Upon closer inspection, the bright red nipple at the top of the snow-white flesh was gradually enlarging and hardening.

Hua Jianxiong cursed inwardly, "Slut!" and then began to knead it vigorously. The hard nipple occasionally touched his skin, arousing him and making his blood boil.

Under Hua Jianxiong's kneading, Fujiwara Kaori's moans grew more and more wanton, and her curled-up legs suddenly straightened, one of her delicate feet thrusting straight into Hua Jianxiong's crotch. Hua Jianxiong lifted his leg and pressed down on the slender, fair foot, while simultaneously using his hands.

He stretched out two fingers, pinching Fujiwara Kaori's already engorged and erect nipple, forcefully flattening the swollen nipple, which resembled a pencil tip, between his fingers while pulling it upwards.

"Ah..." Fujiwara shook her head desperately in pain, letting out moans mixed with agony and pleasure.

Hua Jianxiong knew this was just foreplay; he would definitely need to put in some effort to subdue this woman. He manipulated Fujiwara Kaori's breasts, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, making her moan incessantly. Fujiwara Kaori's snow-white breasts changed shape like dough in Hua Jianxiong's large hands, soon transforming into a pair of pink peaches.

Seeing Fujiwara Kaori's eyes begin to glaze over, Hua Jianxiong knew the time was right. He stopped, suddenly lifting the hem of her white kimono with red flowers, revealing two straight, long, and full thighs. Without a word, he parted Fujiwara Kaori's fair, tender legs, revealing a neatly trimmed, glossy black patch of pubic hair: this slut really wasn't wearing any underwear.

At the edge of the lush pubic hair, her purplish-red labia were slightly parted, the tender, red cleft glistening with lustful fluid. Hua Jianxiong reached over, extending two fingers to separate the plump labia, revealing the glistening, warm pink flesh inside. He gently scraped the densely folded walls of flesh with his fingernail, and Fujiwara Kaori immediately spread her legs, letting out even more lewd moans.

Hua Jianxiong's fingers made two shallow circles in the wet cleft, then suddenly withdrew his fluid-covered fingers amidst the woman's intoxicated moans. He stood up, walked familiarly to the small wooden cabinet in the corner of the room, retrieved something from inside, and returned to Fujiwara Kaori, who was still slumped on the tatami mat, panting and writhing.

Chapter 38.

In Hua Jianxiong's hand was a large, thick plastic dildo covered with smooth, protruding bumps. He inserted the massive, terrifying thing between Fujiwara Kaori's legs, and the Japanese woman immediately and instinctively clamped her two plump, white thighs together, slowly rubbing them together with a tasting aftertaste.

Hua Jianxiong gripped the handle of the dildo and twisted it back and forth, and Fujiwara Kaori moaned in ecstasy. Hua Jianxiong smiled slightly, patted the woman's white, plump buttocks, and the woman's thighs loosened. Hua Jianxiong pulled out the dildo and saw that most of it was wet with clear, lustful fluid.

Without saying a word, he spread the woman's plump thighs apart and saw that the tempting slit in the grass was already slightly opening and closing like the mouth of a starving child, the two erect labia covered with glistening lustful fluid, seemingly beckoning him. He grabbed the thick plastic rod, and without any hesitation, pressed it against the woman's wet lower body, spread the opening, and slowly inserted it. The woman let out a long sigh, her face flushing.

The large, thick dildo slowly entered Fujiwara Kaori's wet vagina, penetrating about half a foot in no time, yet still seemingly bottomless. Hua Jianxiong stopped, twisting his wrist, causing the dildo to rotate once inside the woman's body. Fujiwara Kaori's abdominal muscles tensed sharply, her two large, white legs instinctively clamping together, then desperately spreading apart, moaning "Ah...ah..."

The large plastic dildo stretched the woman's vaginal opening to the size of a child's fist. As Hua Jianxiong continued to twist it left and right, Fujiwara Kaori convulsed from the swelling, struggling to spread her legs, her moans becoming increasingly lewd.

Hua Jianxiong suddenly stopped twisting his wrist, forcefully pushing forward again, the dark dildo "plop" penetrating further, almost leaving only the handle sticking out. Before Fujiwara could react, he seized the opportunity to slowly pull the large thing out, then "plop" thrust it all the way in.

The woman's sensitive body reacted immediately; her long, slender legs spread wide and tensed, her flat, white belly twitching rapidly. Hua Jianxiong continued thrusting the plastic dildo in and out, while Fujiwara Kaori bit her cherry lips, her eyebrows furrowed, looking utterly miserable. Her almond-shaped eyes were half-open, half-closed, filled with a dazed look.

Fujiwara Kaori seemed to be controlled by the large rod beneath her. As Hua Jianxiong increased the speed of his thrusts, Fujiwara Kaori writhed like a fish out of water.

"Ah...ah..." Fujiwara Kaori's almond-shaped eyes were filled with desire, her moans rising higher and higher. Her engorged labia stood erect, repeatedly forced open by the thrusting of the plastic dildo. Rice-water-like vaginal fluid was drawn out by the dark plastic dildo, flowing down her buttocks and soaking a large patch of the mat. Not long after, Fujiwara Kaori trembled and screamed, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing out; she had climaxed.

Hua Jianxiong slowly pulled out the plastic dildo, its ugly shape covered in sticky vaginal fluid, leaving a bright trail between Fujiwara Kaori's legs. Hua Jianxiong lewdly held the still-dripping plastic dildo to Fujiwara Kaori's mouth, watching with great interest as she stuck out her pink tongue and licked her own vaginal fluid with relish.

Hua Jianxiong patiently watched as Fujiwara Kaori licked the ugly dildo until it squeaked clean.

Fujiwara Kaori tilted her head and gave him a fawning smile, but Hua Jianxiong, his face hardening, grabbed one of her fair arms and forcefully flipped her body over, then lifted her legs and made her kneel on the mat. With her hands still tightly bound behind her back, Fujiwara Kaori could only raise her round, plump buttocks high, struggling to maintain her balance by supporting herself on the tatami mat with her head and shoulders.

Hua Jianxiong lifted the hem of the woman's kimono and tucked it into his waistband, exposing Fujiwara Kaori's entire lower body. Her full, snow-white buttocks, like a full moon, were displayed in full view of Hua Jianxiong. From behind her two plump, white thighs spread to the sides, he could clearly see the woman's dark red, chrysanthemum-shaped anus and her purplish-red vulva, still dripping with vaginal fluid.

Seeing this naked Japanese woman kneeling before him, Hua Jianxiong's lust burned fiercely, and he already had a small tent pitched in his pants. He simply took off his clothes, picked out a delicate little leather whip from the wooden cabinet in the corner of the room, raised the whip naked, and lashed it hard against Fujiwara Kaori's snow-white, round buttocks.

The whip whistled through the air, then lashed against her firm buttocks with a sharp, cracking sound. Where the whip struck, purplish-red welts appeared on Fujiwara Kaori's once snow-white buttocks.

"Ah...ya..." Fujiwara Kaori moaned merrily like a wagging-tailed bitch, swaying her alluring, round buttocks from side to side. Large amounts of vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs, soaking the insides of her two plump, white thighs.

"Slut!" Hua Jianxiong cursed inwardly as he swung the whip with relish. The snake-like tip of the whip occasionally and accurately licked Fujiwara Kaori's anus and vulva.

Fujiwara's face was pressed against the ground, flushed red. Each time the whip struck a vital spot, it caused her half-naked body to convulse violently. Her sobs and moans rose and fell, her lips constantly murmuring, "Kenxiong-kun... my master... punish Xiangzi... be harsher... ah..."

Hua Jianxiong ignored her murmurs, continuing to wield the whip, aiming for the most sensitive and delicate parts of the woman's body, striking her again and again. The solid feel of the whip striking Fujiwara Xiangzi's flesh fueled the lust within Hua Jianxiong. For some reason, Hua Jianxiong found disciplining Fujiwara Xiangzi more exhilarating and stimulating than interrogating He Xiaoyue and Xiaoyan that morning. He whipped her slowly and deliberately until Fujiwara Xiangzi could no longer bear it, collapsing breathlessly onto the mat.

Seeing this, Hua Jianxiong threw aside the leather whip in his hand, took a step behind Fujiwara Kaori, reached out and embraced her soft waist, lifted her plump buttocks covered with purplish-red whip marks, and thrust his already hard and thick penis into Fujiwara Kaori's wide-open crotch like a python entering a cave. It plunged in deeply, with a "plop" sound, penetrating all the way to the hilt into her hot, wet vagina.

"Ah..." Fujiwara Kaori trembled and let out a satisfied moan. She supported herself on the ground with her rounded shoulders, raising her white buttocks high to meet Hua Jianxiong's vigorous thrusts, and began her own powerful pounding.

Hua Jianxiong was in high spirits, changing positions to fully enjoy Fujiwara Kaori's alluring body. Fujiwara Kaori was panting heavily from his thrusts, and after several orgasms, she gradually became weak and exhausted.

Hua Jianxiong was consumed by lust, every pore on his body open, feeling an unstoppable torrent surging forth. He gripped Fujiwara Kaori's right foot, clad in a white sock, and lifted it into the air with one hand, while his other hand pressed firmly against her left leg. He thrust his hips forward, lowering himself completely, and plunged in deeply. The intense pleasure of reaching its peak finally erupted. He ejaculated profusely, pouring his scalding semen deep into Fujiwara Kaori's vagina.

He gasped for breath, pressing his large penis against the woman's wide-open lower body, letting it tremble within the burning flesh. Fujiwara Kaori, drawing strength from who-knows-where, arched her plump buttocks, resisting Hua Jianxiong's thrusts with all her might. Her whole body convulsed, her breathing rapid, and she cried out to herself, "Kenxiong-kun... my master... fuck me... fuck me hard... fuck me to death... Xiangzi loves you so much!"

Hua Jianxiong's large penis felt the walls of Fujiwara Xiangzi's vagina contracting strongly in waves, pushing him to the peak of pleasure time and time again. He knew that Fujiwara Xiangzi had also reached orgasm again at this moment.

Hearing Fujiwara Xiangzi's cries, Hua Jianxiong sneered inwardly, "Love me? Damn it! You Japanese slut, do you think I, Hua Jianxiong, am a three-year-old? Humph!"

Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong thrust hard a few more times without any politeness, making Fujiwara Xiangzi, who was kneeling on the ground with her arms tied behind her back, ejaculate profusely and become limp as mud.

Chapter 039

Xialu Apartment, Zhou Xueping sat at the table, staring at several small notes in her hand. These notes were passed on by "Feng" from No. 76. According to the rules of underground work, Zhou Xueping should have destroyed them long ago. She had read the notes countless times. Since returning from running errands that morning, she had been staring at them, looking at them over and over again.

Her mind was in turmoil. One moment she was thinking about the inhuman torture her sister, Liping, would suffer at No. 76, and the next she was racking her brains for a way to rescue her from that hellhole. But she had no good ideas, no solutions. However, at least there was a glimmer of hope. From the last message she received, her sister had temporarily escaped murder.

Zhou Xueping sighed softly, picked up a match from the table, lit it, rolled each note into a scroll, and placed it in a small copper box on the table to burn. Zhou Xueping watched the notes slowly turn to ashes, her face filled with sorrow. She took a deep breath and went to the dressing mirror.i=28> Zhou Xueping's reflection in the mirror showed her 1.67-meter height, her firm breasts and supple waist accentuated by the light blue sleeveless cheongsam and black mid-heeled shoes. Looking at her dignified and beautiful reflection, Zhou Xueping felt even more sorrowful.

She thought of the man who had fought alongside her. It was he who had transformed her from a wealthy young lady into a staunch revolutionary, and it was he who had made her a true woman. The year or so of happy time they spent together passed like flowing water.

On their last night together, he only told her that he would be leaving the next day to carry out a dangerous mission. He was violent all night, and Zhou Xueping, enduring the fear and pain of her lover's departure, tried her best to satisfy his every demand, bringing them both to the peak of passion time and time again.

The next day, when Zhou Xueping awoke from her exhaustion, he was gone. Later, someone from the organization spoke with her, telling her the final, devastating news—her lover would never return.

More than five years have passed since his departure. Time has gradually matured Zhou Xueping, and the past pain has gradually faded, but she still occasionally thinks back to those times.

She could see the close relationship between her younger sister, Liping, and Huang Keji. Aside from being impulsive at times, Huang Keji was undeniably handsome. She had always hoped her younger sister would be happy, but she never imagined her sister would fall into the clutches of the 76th Division. This was a devastating blow to Zhou Xueping; she was truly terrified of losing another loved one.

Looking at her sorrowful reflection in the mirror, she smiled inexplicably. Zhou Xueping walked from the dressing mirror to the window, about to peek through the curtains, when she heard a familiar knock at the door. That rhythmic knocking was a secret signal agreed upon by their people.

Opening the door, she saw Huang Keji standing there, but behind him stood a strange man. Zhou Xueping immediately became alert, her beautiful eyes filled with wariness and doubt as she looked at Huang Keji.

"Sister Xue, this is Gou Ming, whom I mentioned to you before. I brought him here specifically to meet you today," Huang Keji said with a smile.

At this moment, Gou Ming stepped forward, nodded and smiled at Zhou Xueping, saying, "Hello, Sister Xue." Zhou Xueping sighed inwardly, shocked by Huang Keji's violation of organizational rules and bringing a stranger to see her without her consent. In her haste, she quickly glanced at Gou Ming. He was of medium height and build, with an ordinary face. But what made Zhou Xueping uneasy were the look of surprise and excitement in Gou Ming's eyes.

"Sorry, you've got the wrong person!" Zhou Xueping said coldly, slamming the door shut before they could explain.

The door slammed shut in front of Huang Keji. He stared in astonishment at Zhou Xueping's expressionless face disappearing behind the door, then immediately understood why she had treated him this way. He nervously released the doorknob.

Gou Ming looked at Huang Keji with a puzzled expression and asked, "Did we get the wrong person?"

Huang Keji shook his head dejectedly, turned around and walked to the apartment door without a word before saying, "I violated organizational discipline by bringing you to see Sister Xue without permission, so we were turned away. Sigh!"

Upon hearing this, the joy in Gou Ming's eyes flashed and then disappeared, but his face showed unease. He said, "It's all my fault..."

Huang Keji shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's not your fault. I thought she would be in a better mood after hearing the news about Liping, but who knew... Sigh... We'll try again next time."

Gou Ming smiled considerately at Huang Keji and said, "Brother, don't think about these things. I am very grateful for your kindness. It's getting late, let's go and have lunch first?"

Huang Keji smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat first. You're treating us to lunch again today?" Gou Ming readily agreed with a smile. "Let's go to the Xiankelai Restaurant!" she said, patting Huang Keji on the shoulder as they walked away.

Zhou Xueping, in the Xialu Apartment, heard Huang Keji and Gou Ming go downstairs. She returned to her window, lifting a corner of the curtain to watch them walk away, laughing and talking. She lowered the curtain and leaned against the window, her mind replaying the events.

"How could Huang Keji be so reckless, bringing someone to the secret agency without my permission? Old Duan reported last time that he took that person to the liaison point—that's a serious violation of discipline!"

Frowning, unease and doubt showed on Zhou Xueping's beautiful face. She felt a sense of unease about the young man named Gou Ming. Although she couldn't pinpoint the source of this feeling, her intuition told her she couldn't let her guard down.

Zhou Xueping paced back and forth in the room, thinking. Finally, she took a small brown leather suitcase from a corner of the room, opened the wardrobe, and began packing. She decided to move.

Zhou Xueping packed quickly; thankfully, there were no classified documents that needed to be destroyed. She took a white cheongsam from the wardrobe, folded it, and put it in her small suitcase. She also took a few pieces of underwear and stockings, placed them in the same way, set up a danger warning sign on the curtains, and then, carrying her usual small handbag and the suitcase, left.

As she was leaving, she subconsciously looked back at some familiar things in the room, a feeling of inexplicable helplessness welling up

inside her, as if she had forgotten something. Zhou Xueping shook her head with a wry smile, asking herself, "Was it necessary to do this? After all, Huang Keji has known Gou Ming for quite some time… What about Lao Duan? Should I notify him to move… Am I overthinking things?" Filled with doubt, Zhou Xueping quietly left Xialu Apartment.

Chapter 40:

Liu Mei worked in her office until noon. After having lunch with Wang Fengyan, she went to the backyard alone. Wang Fengyan didn't know where Liu Mei had gone. Liu Mei only told her she had some errands to run. Wang Fengyan, understanding the situation, didn't ask further and returned to her office alone.

Liu Mei went to the cell where Zhou Liping was being held. She was eager to see Zhou Liping.

Since rescuing her from the brink of execution the night before last, Liu Mei hadn't seen her face. This was a source of great anxiety for her. Zhou Liping was just a naive young girl who had endured unimaginable mental and physical torture since her arrest. Although she was temporarily saved, she had no idea how to proceed with her rescue.

She needed to know Zhou Liping's condition and try to give her some hints and comfort. After all, her cooperation was essential for any action to be taken. Zhou Liping was being held on the second floor of a brick building in the backyard.

The entire second floor of this building had been designated as a special prison for prisoners with special status. It used to be the dormitory for agents of the 76th Special Agent Unit, and now, in addition to the existing special cells on the first floor, it was also filled with agents on temporary duty or on field missions, serving as an additional measure to keep an eye on the second-floor cells.

The second floor had been renovated from the original dormitory, with iron bars added to the windows and small windows carved into the doors. However, the facilities and furniture inside were complete, even including a private bathroom for each cell.

After Zhou Liping was brought here from the execution ground the night before last, doctors and nurses came to examine her injuries and provide basic treatment for her torture wounds.

The prison doctor, a tall, middle-aged man wearing a large mask, immediately ordered a nurse to remove Zhou Liping's tattered cheongsam upon entering. Her underwear had long been torn to shreds by the agents during interrogation, so once the cheongsam was removed, she was completely naked.

Zhou Liping lay silently on the hospital bed, her naked body covered in crisscrossing torture wounds. Having been imprisoned in No. 76 for over a month, the agents had largely refrained from torturing her recently, so most of her wounds had scabbed over. However, those gruesome scars stood out even more starkly against her snow-white skin.

Zhou Liping felt the doctor's hands gently touching her skin. Two soft, large hands lingered on her swollen, bruised breasts, gently kneading them. Then he parted her legs, lewdly fondling her ravaged genitals, even inserting two fingers into her repeatedly torn anus to probe it.She stared blankly at the ceiling, showing no reaction. After all, since being arrested and taken to Cell No. 76 more than a month ago, she had already endured too much abuse and torture; this kind of molestation was nothing compared to what she had suffered.

After the doctor and nurses cleaned her festering wound and manipulated her twisted left leg amidst her intense pain, bandaging it, applying medicine, and giving her an injection, Zhou Liping was drenched in sweat from the pain. The inhuman physical torture of the past month, coupled with the immense mental shock of escaping death, had left her utterly exhausted and weak.

After the doctor and nurses left, she drifted into a deep sleep. She had spent almost the entire past two days in this state of semi-consciousness. She hadn't even touched the prison food brought by the guards. It was as if all the weariness of her life had surged up at

once. She only vaguely remembered waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, being helped to urinate, and then falling back into an endless nightmare until the heavy sound of a lock being opened outside the door pulled her out of her reverie.

The guard unlocked the cell, and Liu Mei instructed him to wait downstairs; she wanted to see the female prisoner alone. The agents of No. 76 all knew that Liu Mei was the boss's confidante, so they suspected nothing and hurriedly went downstairs.

Liu Mei tried to step in quietly, but her high heels still made a crisp sound on the wooden floor. Liu Mei immediately saw Zhou Liping lying on the bed, struggling to lift her swollen eyelids and looking at her coldly. She didn't speak, but slowly scanned the special cell.

The cell was small, with nothing but a table, a chair, and a small bed. On the wooden table were an untouched bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables. Liu Mei slowly walked to the bedside, then sat down in the chair beside the bed, observing Zhou Liping with gentle eyes.

Zhou Liping lowered her eyelids, avoiding her gaze, and resolutely turned her head to the other side, ignoring her.

Seeing Zhou Liping's still somewhat swollen cheeks and the shoulders and arms covered in wounds exposed outside the blanket, Liu Mei sighed inwardly. Since Zhou Liping's imprisonment, Liu Mei had tried her best to protect and rescue her, but with little success.

She had witnessed firsthand the inhuman torture and unspeakable humiliation Zhou Liping suffered, leaving her heartbroken and helpless. This had left her deeply remorseful. This was also the main reason Liu Mei risked visiting her today. She didn't know how to let her know that the organization hadn't forgotten her, to give her the courage to live. Only then would there be a chance to find a way to rescue her.

Seeing Zhou Liping's still unyielding spirit, she admired the young girl's tenacity and determination from the bottom of her heart. After much consideration, Liu Mei broke the awkward silence, tentatively saying in a soft voice, "Miss Zhou, you've suffered."

Zhou Liping's body trembled slightly upon hearing this. No one had spoken to her in such a tone for over a month. She turned her head in confusion, glancing warily at Liu Mei's kind smile, but quickly turned away again.

Seeing her like this, Liu Mei smiled gently and leaned closer, speaking softly and earnestly, "Miss Zhou, please take care. You're still young..."

Zhou Liping slowly turned her head, looking at Liu Mei with disdain. She recognized this woman; she knew she was the top favorite of the notorious spy chief Hua Jianxiong. She had personally witnessed even those fierce and ruthless spies and thugs bowing and scraping before her. Liu Mei had been there several times when Zhou Liping was tortured, even gang-raped naked by spies.

She suddenly remembered that the night before last, this cold-blooded female spy had removed her from the execution list at the last minute. At the time, she had felt something was amiss, suspecting the enemy had some new conspiracy.

Today, this female spy had indeed appeared before her with a smiling face. It seemed the enemy had changed their tactics, letting her walk a path to death before softening her with a smile.

Zhou Liping sneered inwardly, "Wishful thinking! I've already died once, do you think I'm afraid of such petty tricks?" With that thought, she struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, bravely meeting the other person's handsome, bright eyes.

The other person didn't flinch, staring back steadily at her. However, what greeted Zhou Liping was a warm gaze, filled with tenderness and pity, brimming with warm concern, seemingly melting away the coldness and hostility in her eyes.

After only a moment of eye contact, Zhou Liping suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She had only ever seen such a gaze in her mother's and sister's eyes. Even Huang Keji, whom she deeply loved, had never given her such a feeling. She felt as if her heart was slowly melting under that gentle yet resolute gaze. She bit her lip, silently telling herself to be strong, absolutely not to be swayed by the enemy's attempts at emotional manipulation.

With this thought, Zhou Liping's wavering gaze hardened again. She lifted her eyelids, meeting the other person's challenge without flinching. But the other woman seemed unfazed by her hostility, sitting quietly and looking at her with the same tenderness and affection.

For a moment, in Zhou Liping's mind, the woman sitting by the bed even materialized into her sister's beautiful figure. Zhou Liping struggled to regain her composure, pulling herself back from her daze, and stubbornly stared into the other woman's eyes.

But in those beautiful eyes, she couldn't find a trace of cunning or treachery. She had to desperately suppress the strange thought that kept surfacing in her mind: the person sitting by the bed was clearly that cold, aloof female spy, but those eyes were undeniably her sister, Zhou Xueping's. In those beautiful eyes, she even saw encouragement.

Zhou Liping began to feel confused; she even suspected that the other woman had used some despicable method, like hypnosis. She felt something within her beginning to waver, and she began to think sadly: Am I really doomed?

Suddenly, Zhou Liping noticed that Liu Mei's eyes moved; her gaze was still so gentle, but there seemed to be a deeper, more meaningful undertone.

Zhou Liping desperately tried to concentrate, her mind working tirelessly, but she just couldn't figure out what trick this woman was playing. She decided to give up. In just over a month, her body and mind had suffered unimaginable torment and torture. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and only wanted to die. She didn't want to play any more psychological games with this composed female spy.

Thinking this, Zhou Liping's swollen eyelids slowly drooped. In the instant her gaze was about to leave the other woman, she noticed that the other woman's expression had changed: Liu Mei's eyelids drooped slightly, her pupils rolled downwards quickly, revealing undisguised anxiety.

Zhou Liping smiled coldly to herself: she was disappointed. As she thought this, her gaze unconsciously slid towards the direction Liu Mei's pupils had rolled, following her closing eyelids.

Suddenly, Zhou Liping's remaining gaze seemed to be hooked by something, fixed on Liu Mei's shoulder and motionless. Her swollen eyes involuntarily reopened a crack, and she stared blankly, dumbfounded.

Chapter 41

Zhou Liping noticed a small crocheted silk shawl draped over Liu Mei's cheongsam. It was a very unique shawl, clearly a delicate handmade embroidery. The off-white fabric was adorned with several budding forsythia blossoms outlined in pale yellow silk thread, and a tiny thrush fluttered its wings, perched atop a branch.

Zhou Liping stared at the shawl, her eyes filled with doubt. She blinked hard in disbelief, then widened her eyes again, scrutinizing the pretty little garment, unable to process it for a long time. Finally, her gaze settled on Liu Mei's smooth, fair face, lingering there for a long time, almost forgetting where she was.

Liu Mei's gaze returned to its previous calm and gentleness, still looking at her meaningfully.

Zhou Liping suddenly felt her brain wasn't working properly; she tried desperately to think, but couldn't grasp the situation. She secretly pinched her thigh with her handcuffed hand. The hard metallic texture and the excruciating pain clearly told her that this was not a dream, and everything before her was real. Zhou Liping was completely bewildered.

She knew this little shawl all too well; it wasn't something sold in a store, but something she had embroidered herself, stitch by stitch. She could even see the unique needlework she had created on the shawl. And the delicate and lively patterns on the shawl were drawn by her sister herself.

She clearly remembered the danger warning signal her sister had given to "Feng," the most important and confidential underground agent she knew: a small, inconspicuous woman's dress, unique in every way, hanging on the clothes rack on her apartment balcony.

The sisters had put a lot of thought into finding this distinctive item. They finally decided to handcraft a small shawl that suited "Feng's" identity and was suitable for all seasons. Her sister, skilled in drawing, designed it herself, while she showcased her needlework skills, crocheting the shawl herself using her own invented fancy stitches. Then, she "sold" it to "Feng" through Duan's Qipao Shop. She was absolutely certain that there wouldn't be another shawl like it in the world.

Now, this one-of-a-kind shawl was draped over the shoulders of this cold beauty from Unit 76. What had happened? Had "Feng" been arrested? Was the enemy using it to trick her? But how could the enemy notice such an inconspicuous woman's dress, and how could they possibly know the special secret information it carried? Unless "Feng" had betrayed them.

This thought startled her. She instinctively glanced at Liu Mei, who was so close, as if trying to see right through her. But this time, she was disappointed. In Liu Mei's eyes, she saw only unfathomable gentleness and calmness, without a trace of hypocrisy.

Suddenly, a new thought popped into her head: the night before last, it was this woman who had pulled her back from the brink of death at the last moment. In fact, ever since she was brought from the execution ground to this cell, she had been pondering the implications. If the enemy was still not giving up on her, what did they want from her? But if someone was intentionally trying to save her life, that person could only be "Feng."

In the past two days, no one except the guards and the prison doctor had shown up. Now she had appeared, exchanging friendly glances without even asking her a complete question. And the shawl that belonged to "Feng" was draped over her shoulders. Was this merely a coincidence?

A surge of emotion welled up in Zhou Liping's heart, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears. But she desperately held them back. She knew clearly that the slightest carelessness on her part could bring annihilation to the comrades she was infiltrating. Before the questions in her heart were answered, she couldn't show the slightest hint of something. However, deep down, she reserved a little space for the mysterious woman before her.

Liu Mei finally breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The subtle change in Zhou Liping's expression did not escape her notice. She could see that this handcuffed, battered, and haggard girl lying on the bed had cleverly grasped something. That was enough for her. Her purpose had been achieved, and she should leave.

Just as Liu Mei was about to get up, a sudden pang of reluctance surged in her heart. This naive and pretty girl had been suffering alone in the clutches of the enemy for over a month. The eighteen kinds of torture at No. 76, as well as those unspeakable forms of torture inflicted on women and the endless gang rapes—she had endured countless ordeals. Having just found a little comfort, she felt a pang of reluctance to leave.

She glanced tenderly at Zhou Liping lying on the bed, noticing that while the wariness in her eyes hadn't completely disappeared, the resistance had significantly lessened. After a moment's thought, and calculating that she still had some time, she decided to stay a little longer.

Liu Mei gently lifted the blanket covering Zhou Liping's upper body. Zhou Liping didn't move, her eyes fixed on the wall. The first thing Liu Mei saw was Zhou Liping's handcuffed hands, and her heart skipped a beat. She gently lifted Zhou Liping's bloodied and mangled hands, looking at the bare, bloodied fingers, a dull ache in her heart.

Zhou Liping's fingernails had been brutally ripped out during the torture, and now uneven, bright red flesh had grown back. Placing Zhou Liping's deformed, tortured hands next to her own fair hands was a cruel contrast. Without even asking, she knew that a beautiful girl like Zhou Liping must have once possessed delicate, pretty hands, but now they had been cruelly tortured into ugly mutilated limbs. Liu Mei's heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

Looking at Zhou Liping's upper body, exposed outside her tattered cheongsam, was also a horrific sight. Her once fair skin was covered with various scars. Especially her obviously swollen and deformed breasts beneath the wide-open blouse, covered with branding marks, whip marks, and even teeth marks. Her right nipple had clearly been severed with a sharp instrument, leaving only a bloody scar the size of a coin. Her left nipple had been crushed to pieces by iron clamps, leaving only strips of flesh, unrecognizable from its original shape.

All of this intensely shocked Liu Mei's senses. Liu Mei stared blankly at her hands, a strange thought creeping into her mind: "Will one day my hands, body, and breasts become like that? What kind of pain would that be? Could I bear it?" Thinking this, Liu Mei felt her face flush and her heart race again, even feeling a slight wetness below.

In a daze, Liu Mei suddenly realized that Zhou Liping's gaze had shifted to her. Liu Mei met her eyes and found a calm look in those swollen eyes.

Seeing no hostility in Zhou Liping's gaze, Liu Mei felt slightly relieved. She gently lifted the blanket covering Zhou Liping's lower body. She discovered that the hem of Zhou Liping's cheongsam had been completely torn to shreds, leaving her lower body almost entirely exposed. The sight was truly shocking.

Zhou Liping's lower body was a mess, especially her thighs, which were bruised and swollen. Although her left knee was bandaged, a large lump was clearly swollen. At the end of her thighs, the once thick pubic hair had been completely plucked, revealing a swollen, purplish-black vulva beneath the bare mons pubis. The inner thighs, covered in wounds, still bore traces of yellow and white filth.

She immediately recalled the obscene scene of her arrival at the execution ground the night before. A sense of awe washed over her; this girl, only twenty years old, hadn't even truly begun her life, yet she had endured countless humiliations that any woman would find unbearable, and she had survived.

Thinking of this, Liu Mei felt her eyes sting. She subconsciously glanced at Zhou Liping and noticed that her eyes were gazing into the distance, but her eyes were red-rimmed. Seeing Liu Mei looking at her, Zhou Liping couldn't help but let tears stream down her face.

Liu Mei didn't speak. But as a woman, she understood Zhou Liping's thoughts. From the arrest and interrogation files, she already knew that Zhou Liping had been arrested to protect her lover. She couldn't help but glance at Zhou Liping's horribly mangled lower body, ravaged by excessive rape and torture. She couldn't imagine what Zhou Liping's life would be like even if she were rescued.

A strange thought suddenly flooded her mind: if she were gang-raped and tortured like Zhou Liping, would Jianxiong still want her? She suddenly realized she was lost in thought and gave a bitter smile.

Liu Mei knew this wouldn't happen, because she knew Hua Jianxiong too well. Someone like Hua Jianxiong, who hated Communists to the core, would likely face a fate a hundred times more tragic than Zhou Liping's if he discovered her true identity.

Liu Mei forced herself to gather her chaotic thoughts, gently pulled the blanket over Zhou Liping, leaving her with a final, warm glance, quietly stood up, bit her lip, and quickly left. (
Chapter 42, April 20th)

As soon as Hua Jianxiong appeared at the office door, Wang Fengyan greeted him with a charming smile. Hua Jianxiong casually put his arm around her slender waist and led her into the office. He was extremely satisfied with Wang Fengyan's captivating charm and ever-changing techniques in bed last night.

Lost in thought, Hua Jianxiong sat in his large leather chair behind his desk. Wang Fengyan brought him tea and then sat on his lap, saying, "Jianxiong, you've been gone for so long, I'm so bored, I've been waiting for you to come back..."

Hua Jianxiong chuckled, "Half a day? It's only a few hours!" He then gently patted Wang Fengyan's thigh, which was hidden beneath her cheongsam, and teasingly asked, "Didn't you get enough last night?"

Hearing this, Wang Fengyan blushed and glanced at Hua Jianxiong, then smiled and playfully scolded, "You're such a bad person!" She then wiggled her round hips, which were resting on Hua Jianxiong's legs, and whispered in his ear, "I wish I could be with you every moment. Can I keep you company tonight?"

Hua Jianxiong felt very pleased. Looking at Wang Fengyan's expectant eyes, he smiled and shook his head, saying, "I have official business to attend to tonight..." He then tilted his head back, suddenly remembering something, and asked Wang Fengyan, "Where did Liu Mei go? I haven't seen her."

Hearing that Hua Jianxiong had business to attend to that evening, Wang Fengyan couldn't help but feel disappointed. However, he showed no resentment, replying with a smile, "She went out for a while, but didn't say where."

Hua Jianxiong absentmindedly gave an "oh," and was about to ask about Wu Sibao's interrogation arrangements for the evening when he heard Wang Fengyan say sweetly, "That guy Ding Mocun just came..."

Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and he frowned, asking, "What's he doing here?" He looked at Wang Fengyan with a puzzled expression.

Seeing his tense face, Wang Fengyan smiled happily and said sweetly, "Don't look at me like that, he came to see you."

Hua Jianxiong seemed relieved and casually asked, "What does he want with me?" Wang Fengyan was delighted to see Hua Jianxiong's expression change when he heard Ding Mocun's name. She knew that although they had only spent one night together, it was clear that he still cared about her.

"He didn't say, he just said he'd ask you to come over when you get back," Wang Fengyan said.

Hua Jianxiong nodded, thinking, "This old fellow never comes here without a reason; I wonder what trouble he has this time."

It turned out Ding Mocun had come specifically to see Hua Jianxiong. When he arrived, Wang Fengyan hadn't given him a friendly look, acting as if she didn't care. Ding Mocun was momentarily stunned when he saw Wang Fengyan's alluring and radiant appearance, feeling both embarrassed and somewhat surprised. Why had Wang Fengyan changed so much overnight? He secretly regretted giving her to Hua Jianxiong.

Seeing that Hua Jianxiong wasn't there, Ding Mocun left a message and quickly disappeared under Wang Fengyan's cold gaze.

Hua Jianxiong thought for a moment, stood up, and said to Wang Fengyan, "Then I'll go over there. Tell Wu Sibao to gather everyone together later and continue interrogating that female assassin brought back from Changchun." He then pinched Wang Fengyan's butt and left the office.

Ding Mocun's office wasn't large, but Hua Jianxiong knew the suite inside was quite spacious. Unusually, the usually wide-open office door was tightly shut, and the secretary's seat near the door was empty.

Hua Jianxiong's first thought was that the old man Ding Mocun was probably up to something with his newly appointed female secretary. After a moment's hesitation, Hua Jianxiong knocked on the office door. Surprisingly, the door opened after only two knocks, and the person who opened it was none other than Li Ziwu, the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Department and Hua Jianxiong's subordinate.

"What are you doing here?" Hua Jianxiong asked, puzzled, to the somewhat uneasy Li Ziwu.

"Director… this… this…" Li Ziwu, whom Hua Jianxiong had always perceived as calm and cunning, inexplicably stammered, his head bowed as if he didn't know how to answer.

Just as Hua Jianxiong was about to press further, Ding Mocun, who had been sitting on the sofa, chuckled dryly twice, stood up, and said, "Brother Jianxiong, it's really not easy to find you. Come, sit down and tell me slowly."

Hua Jianxiong glanced at Li Ziwu, who was still looking down, thinking, "Where did this guy come from? Why is he looking like this?" Without much thought, he sat down on the sofa to Ding Mocun's right and asked, "The director is looking for his subordinate? I don't know..."

Ding Mocun chuckled again, as was his habit, and glanced at Li Ziwu, who was still standing to the side, saying, "Let Ziwu speak."

Upon hearing this, Li Ziwu's face instantly turned from white to red. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Chief, it's like this... I've been investigating the whereabouts of Communist Party members active in this district recently... I've gone to great lengths and finally gained the trust of their key members, and learned the intelligence about the Communist Party district secretary and his contact locations."

Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and his brow twitched slightly as he said, "..." "Is it true?" When he saw Li Ziwu nod affirmatively, he immediately said, "Then why don't we send men to wipe them all out immediately?"

Li Ziwu paused awkwardly upon hearing this. After stammering for a while, seeing the impatient look on Hua Jianxiong's face, he lowered his head and said, "Seeing that the intelligence leads had been almost fully uncovered, I lured Huang Keji, the Communist Party's action minister, to the Xiankelai Restaurant to carry out the arrest."

Hua Jianxiong nodded. The Xiankelai Restaurant was originally a secret stronghold of the 76th Division, where 76th Division agents usually staked out the place. Arresting people in such a place would not easily leak out.

Seeing that Hua Jianxiong remained silent, Li Ziwu swallowed hard and continued, "After capturing this person, I immediately led the brothers from Xiankelai to the residence of Zhou Xueping, the Communist Party district secretary… but… we were too late…" "

What?" Hua Jianxiong jumped up, glaring at Li Ziwu, "You didn't catch her?!"

Li Ziwu gritted his teeth and said resentfully, "Yes, this female Communist Party district secretary is very vigilant. When we arrived, the place was already deserted. My brothers and I were left empty-handed."

Seeing Hua Jianxiong slowly sit back down on the sofa, Li Ziwu added, "This Zhou Xueping is extremely cunning. I saw her there with my own eyes less than an hour before we went to arrest her." As he spoke, Li Ziwu clenched his fists in anger.

Seeing his dejected look, Hua Jianxiong shook his head and asked, "What happened next?"

Li Ziwu sighed and said, "Seeing things had come to this, I immediately took my brothers to the Communist Party's underground liaison point—Duan's Qipao Shop—and captured the Communist Party's underground liaison, Manager Duan."

Hua Jianxiong nodded upon hearing this and said, "That's good. Both of them are very useful. Have they been brought back yet?"

Li Ziwu nodded and said, "I've already detained them separately and am preparing for an immediate interrogation." Hua Jianxiong said repeatedly, "Good, good, good, be quick. Go all out and break through their defenses, catch the one who slipped through the net."

Li Ziwu nodded repeatedly while nervously whispering, "After bringing these two Communists back, I originally wanted to report to the Chief immediately, but... but I met Director Ding first... so... so I reported to Director Ding first."

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong recalled Li Ziwu's expression when he first entered the room and immediately understood what had happened. "Damn it, so you were planning to bypass me and come here to claim credit?" Hua Jianxiong thought bitterly, while subtly glancing at Ding Mocun, who sat upright and unfathomable to the side.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong looking at him, Ding Mocun immediately smiled and said, "Jianxiong, as soon as I heard Deputy Director Li's report, I knew it was a serious matter. So I had him stay with me, and I came to you personally to discuss this matter."

He paused slightly, glanced at Li Ziwu, whose face flushed and paled by turns, and continued...I immediately said that this case was of great importance and that Brother Jianxiong must make the decision. After all, it's within your jurisdiction.

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong understood the situation without even asking. That kid Li Ziwu had been restless for a long time and definitely wanted to use this opportunity to curry favor with Ding Mocun, so he bypassed me and reported directly to Ding Mocun. Ding Mocun, probably wary of his backer, Boss Zhou, didn't give him face and instead sold him out.

Hua Jianxiong glared at Li Ziwu, his teeth itching with hatred, thinking, "This kid has always been cunning, and now it seems he's quite ambitious! All these years at No. 76, I've been suffocating him, hmph! He probably wants to use this opportunity to turn the tables and oust me. He's probably dreaming about this chair I'm sitting on, isn't he?"

Thinking this, he sneered inwardly, "With your two ounces of flesh, you think you can challenge me?"

Seeing the uncertain expression on Hua Jianxiong's face, Ding Mocun chuckled inwardly. "These two are probably irreconcilable now. Li Ziwu, Li Ziwu, it's not that I want to wrong you, it's that you've given me a hard time. Hua Jianxiong has the old man's protection and the Japanese backing him up. Even if I wanted to help you arrest those two Communists, I couldn't. You two can fight each other from now on, preferably to the death, so that I, Old Ding, can have some peace of mind."

Ding Mocun secretly made his own calculations. To be honest, deep down, he also hoped that Li Ziwu could bring down Hua Jianxiong. After all, Hua Jianxiong had always been highly accomplished and deeply appreciated by the old man, completely overshadowing Ding Mocun's position as the director of the 76th Special Agent Headquarters.

But Ding Mocun also knew that Hua Jianxiong's backing was strong enough. Although nominally his subordinate, Ding Mocun actually had the final say on many things. Sending Wang Fengyan to him this time, while ostensibly to replace the old with the new, was also a veiled attempt to win over Hua Jianxiong. Who knew that when he went to see Hua Jianxiong just now, that slut Wang Fengyan would turn her back on him? It seems she thinks she's found an even stronger backer. This can't help but make Ding Mocun feel sour.

Chapter 43:

Li Ziwu saw all the changes in Hua Jianxiong's expression. He secretly regretted coming to Ding Mocun; he hadn't achieved his goal and had been tricked, leaving him in a bad situation. But it was too late for regrets. How could he not bow his head under someone else's roof? Now he had to endure it whether he wanted to or not, and he would have to be more careful in the future. A gentleman's revenge is never too late. However, a good scolding today was probably unavoidable.

Just as Li Ziwu was thinking this, Hua Jianxiong stood up, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Ziwu, you've done a great job! You did an excellent job, cracking down on the Communist Party's district committee is a huge achievement."

Li Ziwu was stunned, not expecting that Hua Jianxiong would not only not blame him, but also put on a smiling face.

Seeing Li Ziwu's blank and surprised expression, Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "Trying to play dirty tricks on me? You're still a bit lacking!" But he said loudly, "If I get the chance, I'll report this achievement to the boss." Then he turned to Ding Mocun and said, "What does Director Ding think?

" Ding Mocun paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, that's for sure."

Hua Jianxiong smiled and then said to Li Ziwu, "As for those two Communists, I'll leave them to you. Get their confessions as soon as possible, and make sure to arrest that Communist criminal named Zhou Xueping." When he heard the name Zhou Xueping, Hua Jianxiong suddenly felt a slight jolt in his heart. The name sounded so familiar! After a moment's thought, he suddenly remembered the Communist female criminal named Zhou Liping, whom he had already signed for execution but who had been stopped by Liu Mei. "Could it be..."

Before he could think further, Li Ziwu loudly replied, "Rest assured, Chief, I will do my utmost to complete the tasks assigned by you and will never let you down."

After saying this, he secretly glanced at Hua Jianxiong's face and lowered his voice obsequiously, saying, "Chief, when I infiltrated the Communist Party, I discovered that there are Communist spies within the organization passing intelligence to them." "What...is that so?"

Hua Jianxiong was taken aback, staring wide-eyed at Li Ziwu, as if seeking confirmation of his statement.

Ding Mocun sneered upon hearing this, "I've long suspected there are spies within the organization. It seems it's not just Nightingale, but also the Communists. Who knows, maybe one day they'll find a spy from Chongqing."

The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. Ding Mocun's words were particularly grating to Hua Jianxiong's ears. However, his expression remained unchanged as he calmly watched Li Ziwu, waiting for him to continue.

Seeing that he had caught Hua Jianxiong's attention, Li Ziwu said boastfully, "We still need to carefully investigate who this spy is. I saw the note that person passed out at the Communist Party's liaison point. There was no signature, but the handwriting was neat and looked like a woman's. It's a pity the note was written in standard Song typeface; otherwise, with my knowledge of handwriting, I might have been able to identify the person directly."

Hua Jianxiong pondered for a moment, then asked, word by word, "What did the note say?" Li Ziwu blushed and lowered his head, replying, "I only glanced at it from a distance and didn't see the contents word by word. But from their discussion, it was about rescuing Zhou Xueping's sister."

"Zhou Xueping's sister?" Hua Jianxiong's eyes darted around, staring at Li Ziwu. "You mean, the female Communist we captured named Zhou Liping?"

Li Ziwu nodded hastily. "That's right, it's her! This woman was the one Liu Dazhuang and his men accidentally caught when someone identified Huang Keji, the Communist Party's action minister, during their arrest. At the time, all we knew was that she was Huang's fiancée; no one expected that this young lady was actually the sister of the Communist Party's female district committee secretary."

Hua Jianxiong nodded slightly upon hearing this and said, "Yes, she almost got executed." He suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "The Huang Keji you just mentioned, that Communist Party action minister, is he the idiot you lured into the Xiankelai Restaurant?"

Li Ziwu nodded eagerly and said, "Yes, yes, it's him. We didn't catch him last time, but someone identified him, and we still found some clues about him. To catch a big fish with a long line, I disguised myself as one of their so-called progressive youths, intentionally approached him, gained his trust, and sure enough, I infiltrated the Communist Party's district committee..."

Hua Jianxiong seemed not to have heard what Li Ziwu was saying, and muttered absentmindedly, " "So it was a pair...and a pair of sisters..."

Seeing that Hua Jianxiong wasn't interested in his boasting, Li Ziwu quickly stopped talking and looked up hesitantly, asking, "Chief, when you were executing the prisoner, did you personally decide to spare Zhou Liping, or did someone plead for her?"

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's mind quickly flashed back to Liu Mei's request to postpone Zhou Liping's execution, but he replied casually, "It was my decision. I felt there were some suspicious points when I was reviewing the case file. Liu Dazhuang interrogated her, and there wasn't a single word of confession. I wasn't comfortable executing her like that."

Li Ziwu's eyes flashed with obsequiousness as he bowed and scraped, saying... "Your Excellency is brilliant! We'll definitely find clues on these captured Communists and catch all the rest. Zhou Liping and Huang Keji must know Zhou Xueping's routines and hiding places. Manager Duan is specifically responsible for making contact; if we can get him to talk, we can catch the Communist spies lurking within the organization."

Hua Jianxiong thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Leave Zhou Liping for now; I still have a use for her. Interrogate these two we just caught today immediately, and report back to me as soon as you have the results."

Hearing this, Li Ziwu stood at attention, respectfully nodded to Hua Jianxiong and Ding Mocun, and quickly turned and left.

As soon as Li Ziwu left, Ding Mocun smiled, took a cigarette from the pipe on the table, handed it to Hua Jianxiong, then lit one for himself, and said with a smile, "Jianxiong, you're going to be busy now."

Hua Jianxiong exhaled a smoke ring and said with a smile, "I still need to rely on the director's trust and support. Without the director's support, I couldn't manage on my own!" He then looked at Ding Mocun meaningfully and laughed heartily.

Ding Mocun also chuckled dryly and said, "Not at all, Jianxiong, you're too modest. I knew it, that kid Li Ziwu shouldn't bother this old man like this all the time."

At this point, Ding Mocun changed the subject and whispered, "...""Brother Jianxiong, I heard you've captured one of Nightingale's men. How's it going?"

Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "It's one of those two assassins, a little wench. We've already interrogated her twice, and spent half the morning interrogating her, but she's very tight-lipped. We'll have to interrogate her more thoroughly another day."

Ding Mocun, upon hearing this, gave a lewd grin: "Nightingale... a little wench... hehe, interesting! She must taste pretty good, right? Should I help with the interrogation too? Maybe I'll get some unexpected spoils!"

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong already understood his unspoken meaning and smiled knowingly, saying, "I'm more than happy to have Director Ding personally provide guidance. With Director Ding's prowess, dealing with that female assassin is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; he'll definitely achieve a breakthrough against her."

Ding Mocun laughed upon hearing this, "Whether it's a breakthrough or not is another matter, but it'll certainly dampen that woman's spirit." As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, frowned, and said, "Unfortunately, it won't work today."

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's questioning gaze, Ding Mocun smiled mysteriously, turned his head, and called inside, "Pingru, come out and meet Director Hua."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the inner suite opened, and a young woman with a graceful figure, beautiful face, and wearing a light green cheongsam walked out.

Hua Jianxiong secretly admired Ding Mocun's excellent taste upon seeing the woman's stunning appearance. However, he had seen many beautiful women, so he merely glanced at them discreetly before looking away.

Ding Mocun smiled and said to Hua Jianxiong, "Miss Pingru is my new secretary. I hope you'll take good care of her in the future, Brother Jianxiong!"

Hua Jianxiong chuckled, thinking to himself, "Take good care of her? Damn it, I'd be being polite if I didn't get her into bed with me."

Ding Mocun then turned to introduce Hua Jianxiong to the woman. The woman named Pingru, however, was neither servile nor arrogant. She smiled faintly at Hua Jianxiong, said a few polite words in a sweet voice, and tactfully retreated behind Ding Mocun.

Hua Jianxiong had already noticed Ding Mocun's absent-mindedness, so he got up to take his leave. After some pleasantries, he hurriedly turned and left Ding Mocun's office.

Chapter 44

Hua Jianxiong returned to his office with a heavy heart. As soon as he entered, he saw Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan talking in hushed tones. A thought struck him, and as he walked towards his office, he said, "Liu Mei, come here." Liu Mei quickly got up and followed him inside.

Hua Jianxiong sat down behind his desk and waved his hand, saying, "Lock the door!" Hearing his command, Liu Mei subconsciously licked her lips, glanced at Wang Fengyan outside the door, and then turned to close the door.

After carefully locking the door, Liu Mei turned and slowly approached Hua Jianxiong, wondering what new tricks he had up his sleeve today. Things were different now; there was Wang Fengyan outside. She wondered if Hua Jianxiong's office trysts would become more restrained.

But when she saw Hua Jianxiong's tense face, she realized something was off. She nervously reviewed the day's events in her mind, but couldn't figure out what Hua Jianxiong meant by suddenly putting on such a face when he locked the door and was alone with her.

Hua Jianxiong stared intently at Liu Mei, his gaze fixed on her, and questioned her directly, "When you arranged the execution of the criminals the day before yesterday, why did you specifically ask me to keep Zhou Liping alive?"

Hearing this abrupt question, coupled with Hua Jianxiong's stern tone, Liu Mei's heart sank. A thought flashed through her mind: "Did he find out I went to the Special Supervisory Commission? Did I expose my identity?"

Seemingly not giving Liu Mei time to think, Hua Jianxiong pressed on, "Why did you plead for the Communist criminals?"

Liu Mei had quickly assessed the situation. She boldly looked Hua Jianxiong in the eye and calmly replied, "Chief, you're mistaken. I wasn't pleading for her; I was just asking you to reconsider. Death extinguishes all hope; perhaps useful information will rot in her belly."

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's expression gradually soften, Liu Mei clasped her hands together in front of her and calmly explained, "..." "I requested that you keep Zhou Liping. Before submitting the execution documents that day, I carefully reviewed her case file. She was arrested while covering for the Communist Party's action minister; she shouldn't be an insignificant outsider. Moreover, a twenty-year-old woman, repeatedly interrogated and tortured by Liu Dazhuang, remained silent. My intuition tells me Zhou Liping is far from simple. Executing her like this would be too hasty."

At this point, Liu Mei paused, as if making a great decision, and looked at Hua Jianxiong with a complex gaze, softly saying, "You don't think I'm a Communist, do you, Chief?"

Hua Jianxiong felt somewhat embarrassed by Liu Mei's directness. He thought that her explanation almost perfectly matched the reason he had blurted out to Li Ziwu earlier. To suspect her of being a Communist spy simply because it was Liu Mei's suggestion to keep Zhou Liping would indeed be too hasty.

Thinking this, the muscles on Hua Jianxiong's face relaxed. He really couldn't imagine Liu Mei being a Communist spy. After all, Liu Mei was his confidante, always dedicated to her work, and they even had an unusual physical relationship. She didn't seem like a Communist at all. Besides, Li Ziwu hadn't confirmed that the spy was a woman. Thinking this way, he felt much more at ease.

He resumed his usual affectionate expression, tapped his fingers on the desk, and shook his head at Liu Mei, saying, "It's not that I doubt you, it's just that Communist spies are everywhere, I have to be careful." Although he said this, a lingering shadow remained in Hua Jianxiong's heart. While it was difficult to connect Liu Mei with a Communist spy, according to Li Ziwu, it was absolutely true that there was a Communist spy lurking in the 76th Division, and right beside him.

"Could Li Ziwu have ulterior motives?" He patted his forehead in annoyance, staring into Liu Mei's eyes as he instructed, "Don't tell anyone that you requested the execution of Zhou Liping. Otherwise, someone might cause you trouble." He let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair.

Hua Jianxiong's last sentence alerted Liu Mei. She sensed the hidden meaning in his words, and her heart, which had just settled, tightened again. She nodded slightly in agreement, while feigning a wronged expression and saying in a coquettish voice, "Who would cause me trouble? They dare to disrespect even the section chief?"

Hua Jianxiong recalled Li Ziwu's attitude in Ding Mocun's office, and felt a surge of irritation. He looked up and saw Liu Mei still standing timidly to the side, so he affectionately gestured for her to come to his side.

He grasped Liu Mei's delicate, fair hand, stroking it as he said, "That guy Li Ziwu is playing dumb, infiltrating the Communist underground organization. He managed to get into a district committee office of the Communists, and today they've already arrested two Communists, but a big fish escaped—a district committee secretary, Zhou Liping's sister."

Hua Jianxiong spoke casually, but to Liu Mei, it was like a bolt from the blue. She could almost hear her heart pounding wildly, and even felt a wave of dizziness. Her hand was still being held by Hua Jianxiong, so she could only pretend to be nonchalant, while her mind raced, analyzing this sudden turn of events: "According to him, something happened to Zhou Xueping. However, Zhou Xueping herself should have escaped. Who was arrested? Could it be someone who knows her? No wonder he mentioned canceling Zhou Liping's execution..."

Hua Jianxiong was completely unaware of the shock his simple two sentences had caused Liu Mei, thinking she was still wondering who was causing her trouble. As usual, he reached out and embraced her slender waist, affectionately pulling her onto his lap.

While stroking Liu Mei's fair thighs revealed from the slit of her cheongsam, Hua Jianxiong reassured her, "According to Li Ziwu's analysis, we have a Communist spy lurking within our ranks, leaking information to the outside. He says he personally witnessed this mole relaying messages about Zhou Liping."These words were like a thunderbolt to Liu Mei. She hadn't expected the situation to be this serious; even the intelligence she had sent out had been discovered by enemy spies. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. She wondered if there was something even worse, whether the intelligence she had sent out had already fallen into enemy hands. Thinking of this, Liu Mei felt inexplicably hot. Hua Jianxiong, smelling the faint scent of her body and perfume, began to feel restless. The elasticity of Liu Mei's thighs and the smoothness of her stockings aroused him; he didn't notice the unusual stiffness in her body.

Liu Mei, however, noticed that Hua Jianxiong seemed to have reverted to his usual unbridled state in front of her. A thought flashed through her mind: "He hasn't obtained any solid evidence."

Quickly weighing the risks, she decided to test the waters: "Is there a mole? Are there any specific clues?"

Hua Jianxiong seemed a little absent-minded, gently lifting Liu Mei's stockings with his fingers. Seeing the flesh-colored stockings pulled up like a small tent, Liu Mei's snow-white thighs were exceptionally alluring under the misty stockings.

He quietly swallowed and said, "We don't know yet. There are no specific characteristics, not even whether it's a man or a woman. Li Ziwu leans towards it being a woman, but we can't be sure. However, their contact point has been broken up, and the person who contacted this mole has been caught. As long as we can get this person to talk, the truth will come out. By the way, keep an eye out for anyone in the department who makes any unusual moves these next few days..."

Liu Mei felt a pang of pain in her heart. Needless to say, Lao Duan had definitely fallen into Li Ziwu's hands. So this meant her situation was extremely precarious.

For some reason, now that things had come to this, she completely relaxed. A surge of heat rushed to her lower abdomen, and she felt her lower body gradually becoming wet: "Is my identity about to be exposed? What awaits me is this man beside me…" Thinking this, a blush appeared on Liu Mei's face, and she involuntarily let out a soft moan.

Hearing Liu Mei's coquettish moan and seeing her flushed, alluring expression, Hua Jianxiong misunderstood, thinking Liu Mei was being coquettish with him as usual, and a conqueror's smile appeared on his face. He released the stocking he was holding and pinched Liu Mei's thigh hard.

Liu Mei cried out in pain, her soft arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her two plump, white thighs slightly parted, tightly clamping his thigh, and rubbing against him.

Hua Jianxiong took a deep breath of the sweet scent, gently patted Liu Mei's plump buttocks, and said affectionately, "Don't be naughty, I have important matters to attend to. I'll deal with you, you little glutton, when I'm done!"

Liu Mei knew the alarm had temporarily been lifted, so she stood up, straightened her clothes, and her rosy face regained its serious expression. She asked considerately, "Do you need my help?"

Hua Jianxiong shook his head without thinking, "Forget it, you and Feng Yan should go back. I have to interrogate an important suspect in the Changchun assassination case tonight."

Liu Mei had things on her mind and was eager to leave so she could contact her organization and calmly consider contingency plans. Hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, she turned and walked towards the door. She had only taken two steps when she heard Hua Jianxiong ask behind her, "How is Zhou Liping now?"

Liu Mei's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately realized this was an opportunity to extricate herself from the situation. Her visit to Zhou Liping at noon could not be hidden from Hua Jianxiong, so she could use this opportunity to cover it up. So, as he opened the door, he turned around and answered, "She was transferred to a special cell yesterday, and a doctor was sent to treat her. I checked her today, and she's fine for now, but she's still very weak."

Hua Jianxiong nodded thoughtfully and said, "Good, keep her locked up there for now. I told Li Ziwu not to touch her. She might be useful later."

Liu Mei nodded mechanically, and seeing that Hua Jianxiong didn't speak again, she opened the door and walked out briskly.

Watching Liu Mei's graceful figure disappear outside the door, Hua Jianxiong took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. His mind was in turmoil; he had a thousand and one things to deal with, making him feel somewhat overwhelmed. The intricate Changchun envoy case was still unresolved, the Nightingale case had just yielded a clue, and now a Communist spy had emerged, with Li Ziwu still lurking in the shadows. He couldn't afford to be careless.

Liu Mei was his most trusted confidante and the person he relied on most. Now he had to be extra cautious. He still felt there were suspicious points about Zhou Liping's matter. As for Liu Mei, to be honest, she had no secrets from him, inside and out, but now it suddenly seemed shrouded in mystery.

Actually, her response to his sudden interrogation today was quite appropriate, and her explanations were all plausible. But after all, she was the one who saved Zhou Liping's life at gunpoint. Connecting this to the mole who passed Zhou Liping's information to the Communists, it was impossible not to suspect something.

Hua Jianxiong had never shown any mercy to the Communists; after all, the Communists were the greatest enemy of the Party and the State, and also the greatest enemy of the Military Intelligence Bureau. "If Liu Mei really is that Communist spy, what should I do?" Hua Jianxiong was gripped by this strange thought, unable to shake it off.

His mind was suddenly in complete turmoil. Liu Mei was, after all, his woman; this was an open secret in the 76th Division. Should he really treat her the same way he treated Zhou Liping? His mind conjured up Zhou Liping's swollen, distorted face, her naked body covered in wounds, and her purplish-black, swollen lower body… Was he really going to hand her over to Liu Dazhuang, Wu Sibao, and Li Ziwu, letting them torture her with all sorts of cruel methods, having numerous thugs take turns raping her until she confessed?

Hua Jianxiong greedily took a drag of his cigarette, casually threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his foot, as if crushing all those colorful, absurd thoughts in his mind. "It's all that bastard Li Ziwu's wild guesses. He's been trying to sabotage me. Getting rid of Liu Mei is like cutting off one of my arms. No one knows Liu Mei better than me; she could never be that Communist spy…"

A bitter smile appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face as he decided to stop thinking about this maddening matter.

With Liu Mei's matter out of his mind, another shrouded-in-mystery matter immediately surfaced in his thoughts. He had rushed back to his office specifically to handle this important matter. Who knew that Li Ziwu's meddling would almost delay the important matter.

Thinking of this, a relieved smile finally appeared on his face. It turned out that the tangled mess surrounding He Xiaoyue had actually begun to unravel today on Fujiwara Kaori's tatami mat.

Chapter 045

Just a few hours ago, in Fujiwara Kaori's boudoir in Hongkou, just as Hua Jianxiong was riding on the naked body of this Japanese vixen, enjoying a blissful feast, he never dreamed that the answer to the mystery that had left him feeling so precarious, clumsy, and utterly perplexed would unexpectedly arrive.

Fujiwara Kaori was naked, her hands bound behind her back, pressed beneath Hua Jianxiong, panting heavily with a satisfied expression. Hua Jianxiong was sweating profusely as he thrust vigorously. Seeing Fujiwara's oblivious state, he mechanically pumped his piston while cursing inwardly, "Damn bitch, what the hell is Commander Hashimoto! This slut must have gone crazy from not being fucked by a man for two days, using this as a pretext to lure me here for her pleasure."

"Fine, since you're here, might as well make the best of it. Since you've tricked me into coming here, I'll give you what you want, and let you know how powerful I am!" With that thought, he greatly increased the force of his thrusts, pounding down like a ram, until the woman's moans rose and fell, her juices splashing everywhere.

Suddenly, Hua Jianxiong's thick penis withdrew completely, tilted slightly upward, and then thrust forward, like a python entering a cave, forcefully penetrating the woman's unlubricated, narrow anus.

Fujiwara Kaori screamed in agony, her body swaying instinctively, but Hua Jianxiong's two iron-like hands gripped her waist tightly, rendering her completely immobile. The engorged penis plunged heavily in, then abruptly withdrew, pulling a section of her pink rectum along with it, the veins bulging. Before the woman could react, Hua Jianxiong thrust his hips forward, and his penis plunged in again with a "plop."

Fujiwara Kaori, kneeling on the ground with her hands tied behind her back, trembled violently, her face turning purplish-red. With each thrust, her kneeling thighs convulsed violently, her lewd cries coming in short gasps. Before long, her face flushed, she cried out in a loud plea for mercy:Master, please spare Xiangzi, please spare this lowly slave Xiangzi... Xiangzi can't take it anymore... Ouch... Stop... Stop... You're killing me..."

Hua Jianxiong ignored Fujiwara's pitiful pleas for mercy, pressing down hard on her plump, white buttocks and thrusting rapidly and fiercely until a torrent of hot semen gushed from her lower abdomen, filling her rectum.

Fujiwara Kaori let out a soft moan, collapsing to the ground as if her muscles had been pulled out. Hua Jianxiong let out a long sigh, looked at his large, sticky penis covered in thick semen, and wearily sat cross-legged on the ground. He grabbed a cigarette from the side, lit it, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a large puff of smoke, glancing at the naked, sweaty body slumped on the ground.

Slumped on the ground, panting weakly, Fujiwara Kaori saw Hua Jianxiong looking at her and pleaded in a coquettish voice, "Jianxiong-kun... Master... please let Kaori go... please, Master, have mercy..."

Hua Jianxiong took a deep drag of his cigarette, lazily sat up, leaned close to Fujiwara Kaori, and blew a thick cloud of smoke into her face. Seeing Fujiwara Kaori coughing incessantly, he chuckled.

Fujiwara Kaori coughed so hard she could barely breathe, her plump breasts jiggling and heaving, making Hua Jianxiong beam with delight. After he had laughed enough, he reached out to untie Fujiwara's hands, which were bound behind her back, when he suddenly remembered that he had been tricked into coming here by this slut to amuse her, and he became furious.

He flipped the woman's limp body over onto her back, straddling her white breasts, and thrust his semi-erect penis, covered in sticky semen, against Fujiwara Kaori's face.

Upon seeing this terrifyingly large member, Fujiwara surprisingly grinned, hastily opening her small, blood-red mouth and taking the large penis into her mouth with a "wow," sucking on it with a "squeak." A soft, fragrant tongue skillfully licked the large penis up and down, left and right, making Hua Jianxiong feel incredibly comfortable; the penis, which had just ejaculated, gradually became erect again. Hua Jianxiong didn't hold back, lifting his buttocks and forcefully plunging his hard penis deep into Fujiwara's throat.

"Ugh...ugh..." the woman moaned, her legs kicking weakly as the large penis repeatedly shoved into her throat, almost suffocating her, her eyes rolling back in her head. Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of satisfaction. While thrusting in and out, he freed one hand to grab the soft, large breasts behind her, pinching the erect nipples hard. As he pinched, he continued to yell angrily, "You stinking bitch, you slut…you used Commander Hashimoto to fool me! This time you'll know what's what! You slut…you whore…"

"Ugh…ugh…" Hearing Hua Jianxiong mention Commander Hashimoto, Fujiwara suddenly panicked, her face turning red and pale as she struggled wildly, moaning. But because her mouth was stuffed full of the thick penis, she could only roll her eyes and whimper; no sound came out. Seeing her pathetic state, Hua Jianxiong chuckled lewdly and quickened his pace, sensing another torrent about to burst forth.

Suddenly, he noticed something strange about Fujiwara's expression. Her face was flushed purple, her eyes darting around, frequently glancing towards the corner of the room, as if trying to signal him. He suddenly realized that Fujiwara's expression was completely different from her previous lewdness, and she might really want to tell him something. He quickly pulled his large penis out, but it was too late. A large amount of thick semen gushed out, filling Fujiwara's mouth and flowing into her throat, choking her and causing her to cough violently, her eyes rolling back.

Hua Jianxiong finally managed to pull out his penis, which shrunk to the size of a docile worm. He looked at Fujiwara Kaori inquiringly, wanting to know what she had wanted to tell him. Fujiwara, still coughing and huddled on the ground, looked at Hua Jianxiong with a mournful expression, opened her mouth as if to say something, and then "vomited," a large amount of thick white semen flowed from her mouth, causing her to vomit profusely.

Hua Jianxiong reached out with a slight apology to help her up, and was about to reach behind her to untie the ribbons binding her hands when he saw Fujiwara looking at him pitifully, then glancing at the corner of the room with a wronged expression. He followed her gaze to the corner of the room and noticed a small, deep purple velvet pouch on an exquisite mahogany dressing table next to the open wooden cabinet.

He suddenly felt the pouch looked familiar. He glanced at Fujiwara, seeing the certainty in her eyes, and quickly released Fujiwara's naked body, getting up and walking to the dressing table to pick up the finely crafted pouch.

He was certain he'd seen this pouch somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it. It felt heavy in his hand; he wondered what was inside. Had Commander Hashimoto sent Fujiwara Kaori to No. 76 just to have her deliver this to him? He returned to Fujiwara Kaori's side, waving the small pouch in front of her. Seeing her nod, Hua Jianxiong hurriedly opened the pouch.

Inside was a heavy, golden metal badge. Hua Jianxiong took the badge in his hand, glanced at it, and his expression immediately changed drastically.

Chapter 046:

The badge wasn't large, but it was extremely exquisite. The front depicts a pink, five-petaled cherry blossom bud, seemingly ordinary. But the back is engraved with two crossed swords, supporting a chilling skull.

This badge is no ordinary badge; Hua Jianxiong recognizes it. It originates from the Black Dragon Society, the progenitor of all Japanese intelligence agencies. It represents a top-level kill order, colloquially known within the intelligence organization as the "Soul-Chasing Badge."Where the Soul-Chasing Badge appears, heads inevitably roll.

Hua Jianxiong had seen a photo of this badge at the Tokyo headquarters when he was recruited and trained by the Japanese intelligence agency, and was told: orders must be carried out without question, regardless of the cost.

Now, the Soul-Chasing Badge suddenly appeared in his hands, and Hua Jianxiong felt almost suffocated by its weight. He couldn't guess who they wanted him to kill. He lifted Fujiwara Kaori's limp, naked body, letting her lean against his shoulder, his eyes fixed on her. He believed Commander Hashimoto would have more to say.

Sure enough, Fujiwara Kaori pressed her red lips to Hua Jianxiong's ear, whispering breathlessly, "It's that woman you interrogated this morning."

Hua Jianxiong was horrified. He never imagined that Xiao Yan, who looked like a mere child, would alarm the Black Dragon Society, prompting them to deploy the Soul-Chasing Badge to hunt her down. Just who was she? What was Nightingale's role? How could things have escalated to such a dramatic point?

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's expression, Fujiwara Kaori immediately realized he had misunderstood. She quickly nudged his shoulder with her head, pouting her red lips and saying in a coquettish voice, "Not the waitress who killed Muto, but the Changchun female assassin. The one you were packing up when I arrived."

"He Xiaoyue?" Thinking of those three words, Hua Jianxiong's head throbbed with pain, and he quickly pressed for an answer. Fujiwara smiled weakly and nodded.

Hua Jianxiong's head throbbed with a buzzing sound. The complexity and danger of the He Xiaoyue case had already made Hua Jianxiong feel like he was walking on thin ice, but he had no choice but to take action due to his father's death order. Now, even the Soul-Chasing Badge had arrived; this was practically a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.

On one side was his father's earnest instructions, and on the other was the Soul-Chasing Badge sent by Commander Hashimoto; it seemed there was no escaping it. Hua Jianxiong composed himself slightly and tentatively asked, "This morning, He Xiaoyue confessed that she was acting under orders from Chongqing..."

Before Hua Jianxiong could finish speaking, Fujiwara Kaori smiled mysteriously, "Then my arrival is just in time."

Looking into Fujiwara's unfathomable eyes, Hua Jianxiong was completely bewildered, not understanding what she meant. This case was already complicated enough, and now the Black Dragon Society had gotten involved, issuing a kill order. What exactly was going on?

He Xiaoyue was just a weak woman; killing her would be as easy as killing a chicken. But the people and events she was involved with were so elusive and complex that Hua Jianxiong dared not act rashly. One wrong step could lead to annihilation. He had seen too many cases like this.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Fujiwara Kaori's strange expression earlier meant she definitely knew something. Besides the frail old maid, A-Wu, only he and Fujiwara were present. Moreover, he was so shocked by seeing the Soul-Chasing Chapter earlier that he forgot to untie her ropes in his haste. Now, by sheer luck, he can do whatever he wants with her. With his abilities, he's sure he can make this slut reveal something useful.

Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong immediately put on a ferocious expression. He grabbed Fujiwara Kaori's bare shoulders, turned her naked body to face him, pinched her pointed chin, lifted her face, and asked in a harsh voice, "Tell me honestly, who exactly is this He Xiaoyue?"

Fujiwara Kaori was startled by Hua Jianxiong's aggressive appearance. She twisted her naked body uncomfortably in Hua Jianxiong's arms and said in a coquettish voice, "Jianxiong-kun, you're hurting me... Why are you so fierce... You scared me to death... Ouch, quickly untie me... It hurts so much..." As she spoke, she struggled and twisted, her two large breasts bobbing up and down in front of Hua Jianxiong.

Hua Jianxiong swallowed hard, hardened his heart, and pressed Fujiwara Kaori's fair body onto the mat. He freed one hand and forcefully inserted it between her two plump and warm thighs, reaching upwards. At the same time, his face was tense and he asked fiercely, "What, you don't want to tell me? I won't be polite..."

Before he finished speaking, three thick, hard fingers lined up and, with a "plop," plunged into Fujiwara's red, slippery vagina without any hesitation.

Fujiwara Kaori screamed "Aww!" and turned to look at Hua Jianxiong in shock, wondering why he had suddenly turned on her. Hua Jianxiong pretended not to see it, grabbed one of Fujiwara's large breasts with one hand, pressed her body down firmly, and inserted his other hand into her lower body, thrusting in and out with full force.

Fujiwara tried to struggle a couple of times, but couldn't move, and obediently lay still. As Hua Jianxiong's movements became more and more intense, her two plump, white thighs spread wide apart, and she groaned incessantly.

Seeing that she not only didn't beg for mercy, but instead seemed to be enjoying it, Hua Jianxiong became furious. He also tightened his grip on her breasts, pinching and kneading them roughly.

Soon, Fujiwara Kaori's crotch was splattered with vaginal fluid. Her bright red vulva opened and closed as Hua Jianxiong's fingers penetrated it, her thick labia standing erect, her thighs twitching in waves. Hua Jianxiong stared into her eyes and asked, "How is it? Feeling good? Will you tell me now?"

But Fujiwara Kaori didn't even look at him, only continuing to moan lewdly. Moreover, her moans were no longer just soft whimpers, but were getting louder and more wanton.

Hua Jianxiong was furious. He looked around and spotted the plastic dildo he had just thrown on the ground. He picked it up, pressed Fujiwara's limp body down with his knee, and, holding the large, dark plastic rod, thrust it into her delicate pink anus.

Fujiwara screamed, struggling weakly for a few moments, but Hua Jianxiong held her down firmly. With one hand still inside her vagina, he thrust in and out, while with the other, he gripped the handle of the plastic dildo and shoved it all the way in.

Fujiwara's two orifices were completely filled, with repeated thrusts in and out. She quickly climaxed. But Hua Jianxiong didn't let up, continuing his vigorous thrusting.

Fujiwara Kaori truly couldn't take it anymore, especially the dildo inserted into her anus. It wasn't meant for that purpose; the bumpy, jagged dildo inside felt like a knife cutting into her flesh. She was genuinely worried that this violent man would tear her anus apart.

She desperately raised her neck and screamed at Hua Jianxiong, "Stop...stop...Jianxiong-kun...Kaori begs you...stop...Kaori knows she was wrong...Kaori will...say anything...stop..." Hua Jianxiong stopped, released the

plastic

dildo, and pulled Fujiwara Kaori's sweat-drenched shoulders into his arms, holding her soft, warm body close. Fujiwara Kaori, her face flushed and eyes glazed, looked up at him, her gaze filled with a mixture of coquettishness and resentment. Seeing her flushed and hot face, Hua Jianxiong felt a pang of pity and slowly withdrew his fingers, still inserted in her sticky lower body.

Fujiwara pouted her red lips, tilted her head back, and gave Hua Jianxiong a quick kiss. A sweet, fishy smell filled his nostrils. Ignoring her, Hua Jianxiong opened his mouth wide and took Fujiwara's cherry-like lips into his mouth, sucking on them with a soft, sucking sound.

Unexpectedly, Fujiwara desperately nudged him with her shoulders, struggling to free herself, and said weakly, "You're going to kill me...get it out of here..."

Hua Jianxiong glanced at Fujiwara Kaori's wide-open legs, suddenly realizing what was happening, and quickly grabbed the dark handle protruding from her buttocks, slowly pulling out the plastic dildo still inserted.

Fujiwara Kaori let out a long sigh, rubbing her thighs together vigorously, as if savoring the feeling of fullness she had just experienced. Hua Jianxiong looked down at her pair of trembling, large, white breasts and chuckled, "Now you know how powerful she is, right? Okay, tell me what's going on with this He Xiaoyue!" Fujiwara

Kaori tilted her head and gave him a coquettish glare, struggling to turn her sweaty body around in his arms and whining, "And this! You're treating me like a prisoner..."

Hua Jianxiong glanced down and saw that her two fair arms were still tightly bound together with long ribbons. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and untied the ribbons.

Fujiwara touched her wrists, hissing in shock at the several bluish-purple bruises on her fair arms and wrists. She glared at Hua Jianxiong angrily, only to find him staring intently at her, clearly waiting for her to answer his question.

She lowered her head and smiled sweetly, then leaned weakly against Hua Jianxiong's broad chest. She wiped her mouth, glanced at it, grinned, and then reached down to her crotch. "Hiss..." she hissed, pulling her wet hand from between her legs, exaggeratingly displaying her sticky, glistening fingers, and pleading sweetly, "Jianxiong-kun, look at me, I'm practically a paste pot from what you've done. Take me to wash up!" Hua Jianxiong

frowned, muttering, "Lazy donkey on a millstone..." He wrapped one arm around the woman's slender waist, lifted her legs with the other, straightened his back, and slowly stood up.

Fujiwara Kaori happily wrapped her arms tightly around Hua Jianxiong's neck, and gave him a sweet, slightly fishy kiss.

Hua Jianxiong suddenly remembered something and reached out to grab the Soul-Chasing Badge that had been lying on the ground. Holding the heavy, plump woman in his arms, he walked towards the bathroom outside.

Hua Jianxiong knew that as long as he came here to enjoy his intimate moments with Fujiwara Kaori, the silent old maid, A-Wu, would meticulously prepare bathwater for them. Opening the small bathroom door, he saw that it was already steaming inside. A large wooden tub, about half a person's height, was already more than half full of hot water. Next to it was a smaller wooden tub steaming, containing freshly boiled water for adjusting the temperature.

Hua Jianxiong was about to put Fujiwara Kaori into the large tub when she groaned and writhed, sliding down to the floor. She grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste and began brushing her teeth with a "sizzle, sizzle." She then turned and plopped down on the toilet, foaming at the mouth as she flushed the toilet.

After a long while, she finally let out a long sigh, rinsed her mouth with water, tossed aside her toothbrush, and turned back to smile sweetly at Hua Jianxiong, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. She lazily stood up, and just as Hua Jianxiong approached, she slumped against his shoulder.

Without a word, Hua Jianxiong scooped her up by her legs, lifted her pale body, and shoved her directly into the steaming wooden tub.

Fujiwara Kaori cried out in surprise, already submerged in the water. She stretched out her lotus-like arms from the tub, tightly embracing Hua Jianxiong's neck, and pleaded in a long, sweet voice, ""Kenxiong-kun, I want you to keep me company..."

This was exactly what Hua Jianxiong wanted. He placed the hard badge on the table, lifted his leg, and stepped into the wooden tub. The water in the tub suddenly overflowed. Neither of them cared.

Fujiwara Kaori wrapped her arms around Hua Jianxiong's neck, her two plump breasts rubbing against his chest, while Hua Jianxiong unceremoniously shoved one hand into Fujiwara Kaori's crotch and began to scrub her with a "squeak, squeak" sound.

Fujiwara Kaori rested her chin on Hua Jianxiong's shoulder with obvious enjoyment, humming and squirming against his chest as she thrust her ample breasts forward.

Hua Jianxiong pinched her plump buttocks hard with one hand and snapped, "Stop being so horny, get to the point!"

Fujiwara looked up, quickly glanced at the metal badge on the table beside her, and said with a charming smile, "Actually, after Jianxiong-kun enjoyed Kaori's beautiful flesh last time, this treasure arrived in Shanghai the very next day."

As Fujiwara spoke, Hua Jianxiong's hands never stopped working on the woman's crotch, but this did not stop his mind from racing. He quickly replayed a scene in his mind: the last time he was here was the day he returned from Changchun, and He Xiaoyue's assassination attempt on Pei Renji must have happened around this time. He learned of the news the next day at noon while drinking with Ding Mocun, and was urgently summoned by the old man when he returned to No. 76 that afternoon…

Hua Jianxiong was shocked: according to Fujiwara, He Xiaoyue hadn’t even been brought to Shanghai yet, but the kill order had already been issued. And at that time, even the old man was still in the dark.

He steadied himself and looked at Fujiwara Kaori without showing any emotion, waiting for her to continue. Unexpectedly, she pouted at Hua Jianxiong lasciviously, her eyes glazed over, and said in a drawn-out voice, “Jianxiong-kun… don’t just do it there… there’s more to it, it’s all your fault, it’s making me feel so uncomfortable…”

Hua Jianxiong impatiently pulled his finger out of her warm vagina and “plop” inserted it into her narrow anus, scrubbing it with a “sizzling” sound. Seeing that she seemed listless and not about to speak again, Hua Jianxiong had no choice but to ask, "Who delivered it? Did they leave any message?"

"It was delivered by the Mei Agency," Fujiwara Kaori replied casually.

Hua Jianxiong's heart immediately stirred: "It really is related to the Kwantung Army. That company of Kwantung Army soldiers seems to be quite powerful. But why did they withdraw halfway? They didn't manage to capture anyone there, so they went to Shanghai to make their move, and in such a hurry... But this He Xiaoyue is just a weak and frail young woman. It wouldn't be difficult for the Japanese to order the 76th Division to hand her over. Using the Soul-Chasing Badge is a bit of an exaggeration..."

Hua Jianxiong was full of suspicion and pressed for details: "What did the people who came have to say?"

Fujiwara Kaori was immersed in the intoxicating feeling of her soft breasts rubbing against Hua Jianxiong's firm chest muscles, and absentmindedly replied: "There's nothing much to say, but they brought the relevant files as well. They said that after the case is closed, they will be sent back to Tokyo for filing along with the case files and badges..."

Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat: "Damn it, they actually have files! So that's where the mystery lies!" He knew perfectly well that Fujiwara was an internal clerk under Commander Hashimoto, and that the files for such special cases were rightfully hers to receive and keep. So this vixen knew everything!

Hua Jianxiong was already impatient with the piecemeal questioning with Fujiwara Kaori; he decided to cut to the chase. He pulled his hand from under Fujiwara's bottom, grabbed her soft, white arm, pressed her warm body against the tub, and stared intently into her eyes, asking seriously, "What does the file say? Who exactly is He Xiaoyue?"

Fujiwara Kaori seemed to have just woken from a dream, slowly lifting her slightly swollen eyelids, smiling as she looked into Hua Jianxiong's eyes, her pupils darting around before glancing towards the doorway. As if she had made a huge decision, she whispered mysteriously to Hua Jianxiong, "I'll tell you everything, but you have to keep it a secret! Just pretend you don't know anything, otherwise Xiangzi will be torn to pieces..." "

Is it that serious?" Hua Jianxiong was also startled, but he nodded calmly.

Sure enough, Fujiwara Xiangzi's first words were earth-shattering: "He Xiaoyue's real name is actually Kitajima Shizuka."

Hua Jianxiong's hand, which was gripping Fujiwara's arm, tightened unconsciously: "Damn it, so she's a Japanese woman too!" Fujiwara snorted in dissatisfaction, and Hua Jianxiong immediately realized that he had lost his composure; he must have hurt her. He chuckled to cover it up and released his grip, pulling Fujiwara's naked body into his arms, one hand cupping her smooth, large breasts, gently kneading them as he listened to her next words.

Finally, under Hua Jianxiong's gentle offensive, Fujiwara Xiangzi completely surrendered. She nestled softly in Hua Jianxiong's arms, her pink tongue greedily licking his erect nipple. With a flick of her slender hand, a strangely shaped key magically appeared in her white palm.

Hua Jianxiong grabbed the key, looking at Fujiwara Kaori suspiciously. She smiled sweetly, her gaze shifting to the dressing table beside her.

Hua Jianxiong leaped out of the bathtub and, at Fujiwara's prompting, moved the dressing table aside. On the wall behind it was a piece slightly different from the rest of the room. He immediately realized it must be a hidden door. He skillfully pried open the cover, and as expected, saw a black metal door. Suppressing his excitement, he inserted the key into the lock, easily opening a small, exquisite safe inside.

The safe contained a thick bundle of documents. Hua Jianxiong took it out and was astonished. He hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary woman to be so extraordinary, possessing so many archival documents.

He impatiently pulled out the documents from the bag and quickly scanned them, discovering that the files dated back a long time. However, aside from some yellowed pages, the majority were recent "observation reports" signed by Kitajima Shizuka.

Fujiwara Kaori leaned lazily against the wooden tub, occasionally kneading her large, white breasts that bobbed in the water, smiling as she watched Hua Jianxiong, who looked like a hungry tiger eyeing its prey. Hua Jianxiong, meanwhile, had completely forgotten his surroundings, sitting naked before the dressing table, intently and meticulously examining the thick stack of files.

Chapter 48

: It turns out the assassin who killed the ambassador in Changchun was sent by the Mei Agency.

This "He Xiaoyue's" parents were from Honshu, Japan, who came to China early on to make a living as merchants. However, they were recruited by the Japanese Black Dragon Society as informants, using their positions to collect various open intelligence reports about China. Their initial settlement in China was Andong. Later, as Japanese influence expanded in China, they moved to Fengtian and Jinan, finally settling in Nanjing.

"He Xiaoyue" was born in Nanjing, and her parents named her Kitajima Shizuka. However, because her parents had lived in China for many years and moved their address several times, no one knew they were Japanese. For convenience, they both gave themselves Chinese names. So they also gave Kitajima Shizuka a Chinese name: He Xiaoyue. Growing up, apart from her parents, almost no one knew that Kitajima Shizuka was Japanese and that her real name was Kitajima Shizuka.

After the September 18 Incident, the Japanese infiltrated the Beijing-Shanghai area extensively, especially after the January 28 Incident, when Japanese intelligence agencies began to establish intelligence networks within the Nationalist government's inner circle. He Xiaoyue's father, being Japanese and whose true identity was almost unknown, naturally became their target. However, he was already old and no longer of any use, while his daughter, He Xiaoyue, who had just entered middle school, came into the intelligence agency's sights.

They first instilled in her through her parents the idea that Japan was her homeland, and then, when she was fifteen, they arranged for her to go to Japan, formally recruiting her into the intelligence organization and giving her initial training. On her way back to Japan, they specifically arranged for her to go to Changchun, which had become the capital of the puppet state of Manchukuo. There, she made contact with her future superior, the Mei Agency. After returning to Nanjing, she continued her studies while simultaneously under the direct command of the Japanese intelligence agency stationed

in Shanghai. With the outbreak of full-scale war between China and Japan, the Japanese army occupied Shanghai and Nanjing, turning the Nanjing-Shanghai-Hangzhou area into a bloody battlefield. Due to their advanced age and frailty, He's parents decided to relocate to the relatively stable Fengtian (Shenyang). Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kitajima Shizuka, through the Mei Agency's arrangements, returned to Japan for a year of special agent training, becoming a formal secret agent, and was then dispatched back to Nanjing. Kitajima Shizuka was assigned to infiltrate Jinling University under the name He Xiaoyue, with the mission of monitoring the thoughts and feelings of the school's faculty and students.

By this time, He Xiaoyue had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Coupled with her intelligence and outstanding academic performance, she was a highly favored student at school. She was popular among the faculty and students, especially in her department of Chinese Literature, where almost all the professors became her close friends despite their age difference.

She never expressed opinions on current affairs or political issues, appearing as an innocent girl untouched by politics. Therefore, faculty and students of all leanings had no reservations about her and could discuss politics without restraint in her presence. She used this unique advantage to not only continuously report the dangerous movements of left-leaning radical faculty and students to the authorities, but also subtly approached those faculty and students who were favorable to the Japanese and inclined towards the Wang Jingwei regime, gradually uniting them and forming a force supporting the Wang Jingwei regime.

It was through her recommendation that Pei Renji, a sociology professor in the Chinese Literature department, came into the Wang Jingwei regime's view. He had studied in Japan and greatly admired Japan's political and economic system, praising the Wang Jingwei government's peaceful nation-building policy as China's only way out.

After a long period of observation and infiltration, both the Japanese and Wang Jingwei sides concluded that Pei Renji was a "usable talent." Therefore, when the Wang Jingwei regime was planning the "major event" of establishing diplomatic relations with Manchukuo, they selected him.

They believed that appointing a "socially respected figure" like Pei Renji would have a far greater impact than having those already notorious politicians. This would demonstrate that the Wang Jingwei regime's peaceful nation-building policy had been accepted by intellectuals and had a deep social foundation.

To be on the safe side, six months earlier, they had persuaded Professor Pei to agree to send his nineteen-year-old daughter to Sacred Heart Girls' College in Tokyo, Japan. When they thought everything was ready, they revealed their hand to Professor Pei.

About two months ago, Chu Minyi, the Wang Jingwei regime's chief steward, personally and formally "invited" Pei Renji to serve as the first ambassador to "Manchukuo" and participate in the diplomatic negotiations.

Professor Pei was stunned. Although he supported the Wang Jingwei regime's peaceful national reconstruction policy, he did not agree with the Japanese secession of the four northeastern provinces from China to establish the so-called "Manchukuo." Appointing him as the ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations was tantamount to making him a modern-day Qin Hui (a notorious traitor in Chinese history), a position that would bring him eternal infamy.

He wanted to refuse, but his beloved daughter was already in their hands. He then realized he had fallen into a Japanese trap, and was now powerless to resist.

That very evening, the Wang Jingwei regime officially appointed Pei Renji as the ambassador for diplomatic negotiations. Pei himself only learned of this the next morning from the newspapers. Soon, someone submitted his resignation to Jin Da on his behalf, and he received orders to prepare to depart for "Xinjing" (Changchun).

At this point, Professor Pei was utterly distraught and confused; he had no choice but to board the pirate ship. It was under these circumstances that he was forced to go to Changchun by the Japanese at bayonet point.

Before departing, Professor Pei received a list of the attendants assigned to him by the Wang Jingwei regime. He knew without a doubt what these people were for. He dared not openly refuse, but secretly wanted to bring one or two of his "confidants" along to give himself some breathing room. Otherwise, being surrounded by such a group of people all day would suffocate him.

But as a teacher, he had no personal staff. In desperation, he thought of He Xiaoyue, a girl who was excellent in both character and academics, beautiful, and quite understanding. He believed that having such an innocent female student by his side would at least give him someone he could confide in.

He had initially worried that the Japanese would object, but to his surprise, they agreed without question to hire He Xiaoyue as his personal secretary to accompany him to Changchun.

When he set off, Teacher Pei still held onto a sliver of hope. Since he was the ambassador, he should argue his case during the negotiations and fight for the dignity of his country, perhaps even managing to drag the "negotiations" down. But upon arriving in Changchun, he realized how naive he had been.

Upon arriving in Changchun, which had been renamed "Xinjing," the Japanese immediately placed them in a remote residence surrounded by layers of guards, and no one came to "negotiate" with them.On the contrary, he received a notification as soon as he settled in that the framework for establishing diplomatic relations under the so-called "cooperation and prosperity among Japan, China, and Manchukuo" had already been finalized in Tokyo by Wang Jingwei himself and both sides. The specific details of establishing an "embassy" in Changchun were entirely handled by the Japanese, leaving him no room to interfere.

He then realized that his role wasn't even that of a puppet; he was merely a scapegoat, a scapegoat for others' infamy.

He spent his days idly in his secluded "official residence," drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Occasionally, he would seek out He Xiaoyue for a chat, using the opportunity to vent his pent-up resentment. He Xiaoyue never expressed her opinion, only offering kind words of advice.

As the scheduled date for announcing the establishment of diplomatic relations drew closer, Pei Renji grew increasingly agitated; the day he would be publicly humiliated was fast approaching.

He thought it over and over, determined that he could not become the villain for all time. The thought of publicly turning against his country and what fate awaited his daughter filled him with unbearable anguish and turmoil.

He considered suicide, but in this place, where everything—eating, drinking, sleeping—was under their watchful eyes, he couldn't even find a rope to hang himself. After much deliberation, he painfully decided he couldn't afford to make another mistake. He resolved to abandon his personal feelings for his daughter, deliver a public speech at the diplomatic ceremony, and then commit suicide in public to atone for his sins.

After making this decision, he began to consider his affairs. His daughter was far away, beyond his reach. There was another person he couldn't let go of: He Xiaoyue.

He Xiaoyue was his personal secretary, and also the person closest to him in the negotiating delegation; everyone knew she was one of his own. He could die, and his daughter was his flesh and blood; he could face her with a clear conscience as long as he was true to his country. Only He Xiaoyue, this innocent and vulnerable girl, had been dragged onto this dangerous path by his momentary lapse of judgment. He knew without a doubt how the Japanese would treat her if he died. The thought of their ruthlessness sent chills down his spine.

He hadn't confided his decision to turn against them to anyone, not even He Xiaoyue. He knew perfectly well that if word got out, not only would he be dead, but everyone connected to him would be dragged down with him. Yet, seeing He Xiaoyue's youthful, innocent face filled him with guilt and sleepless nights. To implicate her unjustly was an unforgivable sin.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to take the risk. He knew they didn't watch He Xiaoyue as closely as they did him. She frequently visited the official residence to buy things or run errands for him. If she wanted, she still had a chance to escape before things escalated. Although her studies would be ruined, at least her life could be saved.

With only three days left until the final showdown, Professor Pei finally summoned He Xiaoyue to his room under the guise of helping her polish her paper. He quietly revealed his entire plan to her, expressing remorse for dragging her into this sordid deal and demanding she immediately make an excuse to leave this dangerous place.

He Xiaoyue's eyes widened in shock upon hearing his plan. Seeing the panic in her innocent eyes, Professor Pei's heart softened like a melting candle. But he firmly ordered her to leave immediately.

Unexpectedly, He Xiaoyue straightened her chest and resolutely said, "I won't leave, I absolutely won't leave. I want to stay with you, teacher, forever, even in death!" Professor Pei pleaded with her, but He Xiaoyue resolutely refused to abandon him and fly away. Professor Pei was at a loss.

After He Xiaoyue left, Professor Pei pondered deeply, feeling that he, an old man nearing the end of his life, could not possibly implicate this innocent and pure girl. With the launch date fast approaching, he took a desperate gamble and, for the first time ever, held a private cocktail party.

He invited a few close members of the delegation, several influential friends from Changchun, and of course, He Xiaoyue. At the party, he suddenly found a pretext to turn on He Xiaoyue, not only hurling insults but also slapping her hard across the face, yelling at her to get out. He thought she would understand his intentions and forgive him.

To everyone's surprise, the usually gentle He Xiaoyue pulled a small pistol from her bosom, pressed it against his head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Damn it!" Hua Jianxiong suddenly shivered. He realized he hadn't even put on any clothes and had been sitting there for so long. Looking at Fujiwara Kaori lying in the bathtub, still gazing at him affectionately, Hua Jianxiong couldn't sit still any longer. He got up, put on a bathrobe, gathered the documents, put them in a file bag, and put them back in the safe.

"How about it, are you satisfied now?" Fujiwara Kaori gave him a sweet smile, but a sly glint appeared in her eyes.

Hua Jianxiong was only thinking about how to get rid of this troublesome case as soon as possible and didn't pay any attention to Fujiwara's expression. He patted Fujiwara's rosy cheeks, picked up the heavy Soul-Chasing Badge, and waved it in front of her, saying, "I have to get this done quickly!" With that, he turned and left.

Fujiwara grabbed his wrist and pouted her red lips at him. Hua Jianxiong patiently lowered his head and kissed her, then turned and opened the door. Fujiwara Kaori still wouldn't let go, whispering, "Don't let anyone know what you just saw."

Hua Jianxiong absentmindedly agreed, hurriedly returning to the house, finding his clothes on the messy floor, and frantically putting them on. As he dressed, he cursed inwardly, "Damn it, Kitajima Shizuka... just wait and see how I deal with you today!" Once dressed, he carefully tucked away the badge that resembled a death warrant and rushed out the door.

Chapter 049

After a hurried dinner, Hua Jianxiong leisurely made his way to the underground interrogation room, his mind constantly calculating how to resolve this bizarre case.

Now that the ins and outs of the matter were clear, and the Japanese had given him the authority to kill and silence witnesses, reporting back to Boss Zhou shouldn't be a problem. However, he still felt there was something in this complex case he hadn't fully grasped.

In fact, after leaving Fujiwara Kaori's place, he had been constantly processing the massive amount of information he had wolfed down into his head.

According to the files, the basic outline of the case had a reasonable explanation. The Kwantung Army's surrounding of the official residence and their attempt to seize Pei Renji after the incident was understandable. It must have been that Kitajima Shizuka discovered Pei Renji's defection and urgently reported it to her superior. The Japanese, caught off guard, had no choice but to order Kitajima Shizuka to kill Pei before the official ceremony the next day to avoid embarrassment, and then dispatched the Kwantung Army to seize him. After all, Kitajima Shizuka was an excellent intelligence agent. Once Pei was killed, her mission was complete.

Kitajima Shizuka's claim of being a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau wasn't wrong either; it was logical to pin the blame on the Military Intelligence Bureau and cover up their clumsy scheme.

However, why did the Kwantung Army withdraw halfway through the operation? What deal did Boss Zhou make with the Mei Agency? Why hadn't Kitajima Shizuka been brought to Shanghai yet, but the Soul-Chasing Seal had already arrived? Why was the kill order delivered to him two days later instead of immediately? Why did the warrant only appear after Kitajima Shizuka had recruited the Military Intelligence Bureau?

He had been pondering these questions all the way back to his office without finding a clue. He was already overwhelmed by the situation with Li Ziwu and Liu Mei. Once he put those matters aside, his original train of thought was shattered and difficult to reassemble.

But the case couldn't be delayed any longer. Lin Meiyin, representing Boss Zhou, was relentlessly pressing him, and now the warrant had arrived. He decided to close the case tonight. He wouldn't dwell on it if he couldn't figure it out; after all, Kitajima Shizuka wasn't a good person. He was just following orders and getting the job done; there would be no risk or loss.

Lost in thought, he unconsciously reached the interrogation room door, where he heard a man's fierce shouts and a woman's pitiful moans. He knew it was Wu Sibao and his men torturing the poor Kitajima Shizuka.

After seeing Liu Mei off in the afternoon, he instructed Wu Sibao to bring out "He Xiaoyue" for further interrogation. Since she confessed to being a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he would get her to reveal her superiors and accomplices. He wanted to see how this cunning Japanese woman would carry out this charade.

He guessed that when the Japanese ordered Kitajima Shizuka to kill Lao Pei, they must have told her that someone would come to pick her up afterwards. Since they had her surrender, they must have prepared a confession for "He Xiaoyue" to cover their tracks. So he let Wu Sibao and his gang deal with her first. He himself, on the other hand, was at his leisure, eating and drinking his fill first.

He knew that tonight's interrogation would be physically demanding for him. He thought: According to the script the Japanese had given Kitajima Shizuka, someone should be coming to the rescue by now. Hua Jianxiong sneered inwardly: This little beauty probably never dreamed that the next scene in her master's script would be murder to silence her.

Her fate was sealed, but Hua Jianxiong didn't want it to end so quickly. He needed to make this delicate beauty suffer a little longer, because he needed to be meticulous in handling everything, to make the matter flawless, and to give an explanation to all parties. Therefore, he had no choice but to make her suffer further before her untimely demise.

Pushing open the door to the dimly lit interrogation room, a hot, pungent stench hit him. Inside, Wu Sibao and his men, shirtless, were busy around a dark torture bench, their voices rising and falling in a flurry of shouts, illuminated by the roaring fire in the corner brazier.

Amidst the activity, Hua Jianxiong vaguely saw a white object flickering in the firelight. Approaching the bench, he recognized the naked woman bound to it as the pitiful female student, He Xiaoyue.

She was stripped naked, her slender, bare body leaning against a rough wooden post. A thick hemp rope wrapped around her shoulders, tightly binding her pale arms to the post. A wide leather belt was also tied around her slender waist, rendering her upper body completely immobile. Her two long, white legs stretched out side by side on the heavy torture bench, a thick leather belt tightly binding them above the knees. Three blue bricks were placed under her small, pale feet. Her once straight and slender legs were cruelly bent upwards into a terrifying arc.

Wu Sibao stomped one foot on the torture bench, gripping a dark leather whip in his hand. He used the stiff handle to viciously stab He Xiaoyue's battered breasts, shouting, "Tell me quickly, who are your accomplices? Where are your superiors...?"

He Xiaoyue's face was deathly pale, beads of sweat streamed down her cheeks, and she kept moaning in pain. Under Wu Sibao's fierce interrogation, fear showed on her face as she gasped for breath, pleading, "I've told you everything... I've told you everything I know... Please spare me, please spare me..."

"You bitch!" Wu Sibao angrily raised his whip, but then noticed Hua Jianxiong and quickly put on a smiling face, saying, "Chief, this bitch is being cunning..." As he spoke, he picked up a small, dark notebook from the ground and handed it to Hua Jianxiong.

Hua Jianxiong calmly flipped through the notebook and saw that the top page had more than a dozen names, each with notes such as the North District Post and Telecommunications Bureau, the Harbin Locomotive Depot, and the Beijing Evening News.

Hua Jianxiong understood; this was probably the list of accomplices that Beidao Jing had confessed. He glanced at the names and their corresponding workplaces. Although he vaguely remembered some of the names, they were at most insignificant peripheral personnel, and none of the important Kuomintang agents he knew were among them.

He breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly sneering: The Japanese are so reckless, producing such a flawed list to fool people. However, in his haste, he had truly put them in a difficult position.

Sure enough, before he could speak, Wu Sibao roared angrily, "You bitch, you dare to play me! You think you can fool me… You filthy whore, you've been clinging to Lao Pei since Nanjing, all the way to Changchun… I don't believe no one instructed you… Confess now, who contacted you in Nanjing…" He then viciously raised his whip.Hua Jianxiong gave a soft hum, stopping Wu Sibao's rude actions, and stepped forward to He Xiaoyue's side. Seeing the little girl's naked body, bound and unable to move, and her tearful, pitiful eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. He thought to himself, "It's truly pitiful for this little beauty."

Logically, since she confessed this morning and named the Military Intelligence Bureau, her mission should have been more than accomplished. But little did she know how ruthless her boss was. There was no turning back now; this mission was predetermined from the start to sacrifice her life.

Naked and bound to the tiger bench, He Xiaoyue saw Hua Jianxiong approaching. A glimmer of life suddenly appeared in her exhausted eyes, and a string of crystal tears welled up and fell.

Hua Jianxiong understood her look of relief; she must have seen him as her master's savior. He subconsciously touched the stiff, taunting badge in his pocket, thinking coldly: "You're unlucky; I'm your nemesis!"

Hua Jianxiong walked to He Xiaoyue, who was suffering terribly from the tiger bench torture. Ignoring her pleading gaze, he smiled with satisfaction at her tear-streaked, delicate face and her snow-white legs bent and arched upwards.

He Xiaoyue, staring intently at Hua Jianxiong, clearly understood something from his expression. Her beautiful eyes, which had just regained a glimmer of life, were now filled with suspicion, and her lips trembled slightly.

Hua Jianxiong grabbed her bruised and swollen breasts and squeezed them hard. Seeing her hiss in pain, he smiled slightly, bent down slightly, and forcefully thrust his large hand between her two warm, plump, white thighs, tightly pressed together.

He Xiaoyue groaned softly, her body twisting helplessly. But the two leather straps and the hemp rope bound her naked, frail body tightly, rendering her completely immobile.

Hua Jianxiong showed no mercy, extending two thick, hard fingers to find the slippery, fleshy opening where her thighs met. To He Xiaoyue's astonishment, he forcefully inserted his two fingers into the wet, hot opening, making a "gurgling" sound. Hua Jianxiong thrust in and out a couple of times, finding it bottomless, then shook his head and pulled his fingers out.

His fingers were covered in sticky white fluid. Hua Jianxiong glanced at Wu Sibao and chuckled. He knew that this little girl must have been gang-raped by these lecherous bastards before being tied to the tiger bench. This suited him perfectly, though it was truly unfair to such a pretty and quiet girl. But what could he do? She was a Japanese woman.

Hua Jianxiong hadn't forgotten; she wasn't He Xiaoyue, she was Kitajima Shizuka. To achieve his goal today, he had to destroy her will little by little.

Chapter 50.

Hua Jianxiong took the towel Wu Sibao handed him, wiped his sticky fingers, and slowly walked to one end of the torture bench, stopping at Kitajima Shizuka's feet. He saw Kitajima Shizuka's small, fair feet, her delicate toes trembling and opening and closing in pain as her calves arched backward. He knelt down and took Kitajima Shizuka's trembling feet in his hands.

Kitajima Shizuka's toes were long and slender, her arches deep, her toenails neatly trimmed, gleaming with a pinkish sheen; her entire foot appeared delicate and slender. Hua Jianxiong stroked Kitajima Shizuka's cool, jade-like feet, rubbing his fingers between her toes.

With the detached air of a cat toying with a mouse, he casually asked while rubbing her skin, "Well, have you thought it through? Who ordered you to approach Old Pei? Who gave the order to kill him? Confess now! Don't try to pull a fast one on me!"

Kitajima Shizuka's weary eyes showed a bewildered expression; clearly, Hua Jianxiong's question had taken her by surprise. Her head slumped to one side, her mouth muttering incoherently, "No one ordered me… I did it myself… Ah… it hurts…"

"Damn it, still not honest!" The woman's answer infuriated Wu Sibao. A large, iron-like hand gripped her breasts, which were constricted by the rope.

Hua Jianxiong, however, wasn't surprised. He knew Kitajima Shizuka would never reveal who had ordered her; otherwise, she would truly be dead. He simply wanted to observe Kitajima Shizuka's reaction and verify it with the information he had received from Fujiwara Kaori that afternoon, to ensure everything was foolproof.

He casually toyed with the young beauty's slender feet for a while, then suddenly freed one hand, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one. Seeing this, Wu Sibao quickly pulled a red-hot iron bar from the brazier in the corner of the room. Hua Jianxiong lit the cigarette, took a few deep drags, then gripped Beidao Jing's left foot tightly with his left hand, while his right hand pressed the burning cigarette butt against her pink and white toes.

Beidao Jing's body tensed instantly, letting out a painful groan, her slender foot in Hua Jianxiong's hand struggling desperately. But the taut leather belt and Hua Jianxiong's iron-like hand left her nowhere to hide. Hua Jianxiong continued unhurriedly, burning Beidao Jing's toes and soles with the cigarette butt.

While still burning her foot, he said slowly, "Okay, let me ask you something else. Who is your superior?" He released Kitajima Shizuka's left foot and grabbed her right...

On the verge of collapse, Kitajima Shizuka's eyes suddenly lit up at Hua Jianxiong's question, and she quieted down, ceasing her struggle. Her right foot, held by Hua Jianxiong, instinctively twitched and stopped moving. Before Hua Jianxiong could burn her any further with the cigarette, she laboriously lifted her heavy eyelids to look at him, licked her dry lips, and, seemingly using her last strength, uttered three words with difficulty: "Pei Renji.

" A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted around them; Wu Sibao and his men nearly burst out laughing. One of the thugs lewdly grabbed Kitajima Shizuka's chin and asked with a lascivious grin, "You mean that deadbeat? What was his superior to you? In bed?"

Another thug chuckled and teased, "Ordering yourself, shooting your superior... how could you even think of that!" With each jeer, the thugs laughed even harder.

But Hua Jianxiong didn't laugh. This seemingly absurd confession gave him a sudden, ominous premonition. Before he could figure out where this premonition came from, Wu Sibao casually pinched the woman's purplish-red nipple and mocked, "Yeah, he was your superior, why did you kill him?"

Like a black lightning bolt flashing through Hua Jianxiong's mind, he suddenly understood where his ominous premonition had come from. He quickly tried to change the subject of this absurd question, but it was too late. Kitajima Shizuka feigned relief, looking pitifully at Wu Sibao, and said, "I confess, I confess everything! Please stop hitting me..."

Then, she calmly began, "We were all from the Nanjing station of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Professor Pei was a special envoy of the Nanjing station, my mentor, guide, and superior. We were ordered by Chongqing to cooperate with the negotiations for establishing diplomatic relations in Changchun. I was initially kept in the dark, but later, after learning the truth, I resolutely opposed it. But soldiers obey only their leaders' orders, so I followed Professor Pei to Changchun.

After arriving in Changchun, I repeatedly tried to persuade Professor Pei not to aid and abet evil. But he always brushed me off, saying: 'A soldier's duty is to obey. Chongqing wants us to facilitate the establishment of diplomatic relations, so we must.'

I even offered myself to him, telling him that we would flee together, that I would accompany him for life, and that I would not become a sinner for all time. Who knew that he would endure humiliation and hardship, and instead..." "They're using this traitor theory to deal with me. Seeing their conspiracy about to succeed, I had no choice but to uphold justice and kill the traitor..."

Hua Jianxiong's ears were ringing. Beidao Jing's detailed "confession" and the scribe's rapid note-taking sounded like a bolt from the blue.

He cursed himself inwardly: "Damn it, so this is the final answer! So many suspicious points, how could I not have thought of the Japanese conspiracy here! They weren't in a hurry to kill her; they wanted her to find an opportunity to say these words. They wanted to use this almost-failed farce to drag Chongqing into it! The Chongqing Nationalist government didn't get any benefits, but got themselves into a mess."

Thinking of this, his teeth itched with hatred. He involuntarily pressed the red-hot cigarette butt from his mouth against Beidao Jing's delicate white feet.

"Ouch...it hurts...it's burning me..."Kitajima Shizuka's scream was so loud it hurt everyone's eardrums. But Hua Jianxiong seemed not to hear anything. He put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and then poked around at Kitajima Shizuka's fair, delicate feet. His eyes, however, were staring blankly into the distance, at something unknown.

He regretted being a step too slow, giving that despicable Japanese woman the chance to say what she had wanted to say all along. They knew very well that such interrogations had to be recorded, and all interrogation records had to be reported and archived. Although Lin Meiyin hadn't come to today's interrogation, the recorder on site was a trusted confidant of the old man she had sent. This confession would be on Boss Zhou's desk tomorrow, and Commander Hashimoto would naturally receive a copy as well.

Just watch, in less than three days, this news would be everywhere, and you could guess the headlines on the front pages of the newspapers: "Top Secret Sources Reveal the Secrets of the Changchun Assassin's Confession, the Assassination Case is Related to Internal Strife in Chongqing." Thinking this, he stubbed out his cigarette butt hard.

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts...I've told you everything...I've confessed everything...Please help me...please spare me...I've confessed everything..." Kitajima Shizuka finally couldn't hold back her pain and burst into tears, her face and head covered in sweat. Hua

Jianxiong was completely unmoved by Kitajima Shizuka's pleas. His mind raced like a spinning wheel. "What to do? What should I do now? Although I've given an explanation to the Japanese and Boss Zhou, and I can distance myself from this, such explosive news will definitely cause a huge uproar once it's published. That damned little wench, she actually tricked an old hand like me!"

Hua Jianxiong gritted his teeth in hatred. "Damn it, am I really going to be played like this? Am I really helpless?" Hua Jianxiong lit a cigarette and mechanically poked at Kitajima Shizuka's fair toes again.

"Ah..." Kitajima Shizuka's gasping scream startled Hua Jianxiong: "You bitch, how could I forget, she's Japanese! I know perfectly well that she's Japanese! As long as everyone knows that this female assassin is actually a Japanese spy, their frame-up scheme will fall apart, right?"

But how could he reveal her true identity? Even if he could get the information from Fujiwara Kaori, he couldn't risk his life.

Suddenly, he grinned: "Let her talk it out herself! Today she's in her own hands, and with her master's kill order, she can be dealt with however she wants, nobody cares. Besides, the dead can't talk, nobody will know what happened in this interrogation room tonight. This is a good opportunity to vent my anger. I refuse to believe I can't pry your mouth open."

By this time, four or five cigarette butts were already on the ground. Seeing Kitajima Shizuka's slender, beautiful feet covered in purplish-black burn marks and clear blisters from cigarette burns, she hung her head, groaning weakly. Hua Jianxiong stood up with a cold laugh, threw the now-short cigarette butt on the ground, and then crushed it with his leather shoe.

Hua Jianxiong grabbed Kitajima Shizuka's sweat-soaked hair, staring at her fiercely without saying a word. Kitajima Shizuka was in unbearable pain; she couldn't understand why things were like this. Her legs, tightly bound by sturdy leather straps, felt like they no longer belonged to her. Her insteps, toes, and even the soles of her feet were burned raw by cigarette butts, as if being gnawed at by a pack of hungry beasts.

"I've done everything I should have done, said everything I should have said. Shouldn't this person be here to rescue me? Why are they torturing me like this?" Kitajima Shizuka avoided Hua Jianxiong's icy gaze; she began to waver. Despair, like a ferocious little beast, was slowly gnawing at her increasingly fragile heart.

Hua Jianxiong's large hand again brazenly plunged into the woman's soft inner thigh, thrusting into her wet, fleshy opening, stirring it before withdrawing. Two sticky fingers were held up to her face, and a vicious voice rang in her ear: "You bitch, what kind of story are you making up? Who sent you to get close to Lao Pei? Who is your superior? Confess right now! If you don't, they'll torture you endlessly every day, firing volleys of bullets at you every day!"

Hearing Hua Jianxiong's vicious interrogation, Bei Daojing's heart trembled. "Shouldn't everything end here? Why is it a devil instead of an angel? Maybe…maybe he's coming soon. Just a little longer…just a little longer…I can't let this all go to waste." Thinking this, Bei Daojing clenched her teeth, closing her eyes and groaning. Her legs ached terribly, but she resolved to grit her teeth and endure it! Perhaps these were the last five minutes.

Hua Jianxiong noticed her change in mood and sneered inwardly. He gritted his teeth and gestured to Wu Sibao, "Add more bricks!" Wu Sibao responded and stood at the end of the torture bench. He grabbed Bei Daojing's feet with both hands and, with a "hey," forcefully pulled them upwards. Another thug had already placed a brick on top of the pile of bricks beneath her feet.

"Ah... ya... it hurts..." Bei Daojing shook her head desperately in agony, groaning loudly. Her long, black hair was disheveled, strands clinging to her sweat-drenched cheeks. Four bricks had been added to her feet, and her once straight legs were now bent horribly upwards. Bei Daojing could vaguely hear the cracking sound of her knees. Stars flashed before her eyes, and the unbearable pain gnawed at her last bit of endurance. Tears and snot streamed down her face.

Bei Daojing's feelings at that moment could be summed up in four words: worse than death. She slammed the back of her head against the wooden post behind her repeatedly in pain. She howled in agony, desperately hoping to escape this unbearable torture. Finally, amidst the thugs' repeated demands of "Will you confess?", her vision went black, and she fainted.

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