Let's Talk Somewhere Else

"Comrade Pei Min, what brought you here at this hour?"

In the study, lit only by a small desk lamp, Lu Boda frowned at the figure beyond the light.

"I was worried, so I came to ask how the comrades we rescued were doing. Also, we never agreed on a code for our next contact. And because our capabilities are limited, many comrades who escaped are still stranded outside and need rescuing. I figured that would be another considerable expense, so I brought fifty thousand US dollars. It should be enough for a while. As for those hooligans and agents outside, there's nothing to worry about. I killed five on my way here."

The streets outside were exceedingly lively now. Japanese agents, traitors, and Green Gang thugs were all wandering about, while every gathering place for vagrants and little beggars had been turned upside down. They refused to give those escapees even a moment to catch their breath.

Naturally, Wang Yan was not afraid. He even had Japanese agent credentials. If anyone found him suspicious and questioned him, all he had to do was flash his papers. If the other party was Japanese, he would mutter a few curses. If they were Chinese, he would slap them across the face. If there were many of them, he would bluff his way through; if there were few, he would kill them while he was at it. The five he had mentioned were all killed that way—every one of them a Japanese agent.

As for the petty thugs, he could not be bothered with them. Mainly because there was no way to determine their affiliations. There were too many hooligans—some sought money, some power, some merely survival. They might be sincerely doing their jobs, they might be just going through the motions,