Ruffians Convene

There were only a few main roads in the French Concession, and restaurants, casinos, dance halls, and the like were mostly clustered along them. The smaller shops without much backing, along with other service establishments, were all tucked away on side streets and in alleys.

Guangsheng Teahouse was a place where a gang of hooligans would host a banquet to ask someone for help, so its standards were naturally not low. It stood on the eastern stretch of Avenue Joffre, not far from Avenue Joffre Police Station.

Qi Si parked steadily and looked doubtfully at the Green Gang men sheltering from the sun around the teahouse, as well as the Chinese detectives chatting and laughing with them. "These are all from Avenue Joffre, right? I recognize a few faces. They seem to be Liu Yitong's men. What are they doing here?"

"Liu Yitong is Green Gang too. With so many people gathered on his turf today, and none of them having openly pledged themselves to Japan, what if they get killed in the street after walking out the door and it gets pinned on him? Look at them—all of them brought so many men that there's barely room to park around here. Yet every last one of them mocks me, saying that Wang is greedy for life and afraid of death. Isn't that interesting?"

How had Wang Yan's reputation been ruined? These were the people who couldn't stand seeing him prosper, spreading rumors about him openly and behind his back. Could children who knew nothing about the world make up catchy rhymes on their own? They simply couldn't stand him and wanted to disgust him.

Yue Jinshan had been waiting at the entrance for some time. Seeing only a single car arrive, he jogged over and opened the door. "Inspector