If You Fear Death, You Can't Resist Japan?

Zhang Xiaolin was certainly afraid of death. Otherwise, he would not have arranged to meet Wang Yan in the International Settlement; he would have gone straight to the French Concession. Besides, the French Concession was where the Green Gang's three great tycoons had all made their fortunes. It could be considered their old stronghold.

But compared to Wang Yan, the French Concession's inspector with real authority—who openly had a hundred-odd guns and subordinates with law-enforcement powers—the French Concession could no longer be called Zhang Xiaolin's stronghold. In the French Concession, no matter who it was, as long as Wang Yan could handle the consequences himself, he could arrest them whenever he wanted, whether or not they were in his jurisdiction. No tycoon could save them. For policemen of this era, framing people was a required professional skill.

In fact, the policing systems of the International Settlement and French Concession were much the same as those in Hong Kong. Wang Yan had once served in the Royal Hong Kong Police, and had eventually become Commissioner of Police. He was thoroughly familiar with this line of work.

Giving Zhang Xiaolin face this time did not mean Wang Yan feared him. It was merely because there was currently no conflict of interest between them, while Zhang Xiaolin's influence was indeed considerable and he had the Japanese behind him. Starting a conflict for no reason was not wise. Now that he had recouped his money and even made an extra fifty thousand, this was the best possible outcome.

As for the possible retaliation after that old bastard Gao Yunchang was released, it was highly unlikely to happen. No one wanted to die, especially not Gao Yunchang, who was no longer young. Spending his remaining years in comfort was what he wanted. He would not