The moment Wang Manchun heard the voice, she looked up sharply. Then, as if she had found someone to lean on, she rushed over and threw herself into Ming Lou's arms. In a sorrowful voice, she said, "Senior, my uncle is gone. His whole family is gone!"
Ming Lou held Wang Manchun and patted her back soothingly. "Don't be afraid. You still have me!"
Ming Lou had actually wanted to say that so many families had been torn apart because of Wang Manchun and Wang Fuqu. This was nothing but retribution. Perhaps saying it would have brought Wang Manchun to her senses!
But Ming Lou couldn't do that. His position was simply too important; he couldn't afford even the slightest mistake!
Ming Lou was also a little puzzled. Who had come to Shanghai this time to assassinate Wang Fuqu? They had managed to keep their identity hidden even from him.
Of course, Ming Lou had a few guesses. The King Yama Hall had done it!
The problem was, who was in the King Yama Hall?
Who did they answer to?
Ming Lou didn't know a thing!
After all, Ming Lou was not only the head of the Military Statistics Bureau's Shanghai station, but also the person in charge of the Southern Bureau of the underground Communist Party, while simultaneously serving as a high-ranking official in the Wang puppet government.
With so many complicated identities and so many channels for information, Ming Lou still knew nothing. That made him uneasy.
After all, people like them, The Pretenders, were dancing on the edge of a blade. If they couldn't keep track of information in time, they would probably die before long. He could die like Xiao Bai, who had given her life for her country, and he wasn't afraid of death. But