The two of them chatted a lot, and Mu Yang learned many things from his grandfather, also feeling the depth of his knowledge and the quality of an old diplomat.

  In the late afternoon, Muyang finally left his grandfathers house and wandered around the streets. After buying something he had been wanting to prepare for a long time, he returned home without delay, changed into a Zhongshan suit, and directly crossed over to the Republic of China era. He must work hard to complete his mission and cannot be timid or lazy anymore. Isnt it just killing a few Japanese soldiers? Thinking about those old revolutionaries and heroes during the Anti-Japanese War period, who didnt emerge from the hail of bullets? Even if Muyang doesnt have the determination to die, he also cant choose to escape because of fear of getting hurt. That way, he will never be able to grow up.

  Its already late at night in the Republic of China era, just go to sleep, whatever it is can be said tomorrow, see if theres a chance.

  Muyang was still half asleep when he heard the commotion coming from downstairs. He shook his head to try and wake himself up, straining to listen to the noise below.

  "Go into that room and thoroughly search for anything suspicious."

  "You two come with me, lets go over there."

  He is Japanese, and now that Mo Yang has the ability to understand Japanese, he can tell that its a Japanese person speaking. They are searching for an inn, looks like last nights events have driven the Japanese crazy, and theyre starting to search the entire city.

  With a "bang", the door of Mu Yangs room was kicked open, and several Japanese soldiers rushed in. This time, unlike the previous pseudo-military search, they didnt even bother to knock on the door. The Japanese soldiers directly kicked in the door, with the bayonets on their Type 38 rifles pointing straight at Mu Yang, who was lying on the bed.

  "Get up and come with us." a Japanese soldier shouted in Japanese.

  A traitor wearing a sweatshirt and carrying a pistol holster at his waist shouted, "The Imperial Army wants you to get up quickly and follow us."

  Mu Yang got up, put on his clothes and stepped into his leather shoes. In the process, his mind was racing fast. Within less than two minutes, Mu Yang had come up with a plan and stood in front of three Japanese soldiers.

  The Japanese soldiers saw Mu Yang walking straight up to them and immediately raised their bayonets, taking a defensive stance.

  "What are you doing, why did you barge into my room in the middle of the night?" Mu Yangs voice was not loud, his tone low and even, but his words were enough to make these Japanese soldiers stunned on the spot, because Mu Yang spoke in Japanese, and it was pure Tokyo dialect.

  Three Japanese soldiers exchanged a glance, and one of them said: "Sir, we are searching for the scoundrels who attacked our army last night. Under the orders of Major Yamada, we will take all suspicious individuals in Ba County back for interrogation."

  "Is this the reason youre disturbing my sleep, you bastards? Dont you know how to knock on a door?" Mu Yang said, and with that, he slapped the soldiers face, sending him stumbling backward, his cheek instantly turning red.

  Although they were suddenly attacked, the Japanese soldiers did not dare to make a move, because the hierarchy of the Japanese was very strict. Since Mo Yang dared to slap himself, he must have had backing, and these lowest-ranking soldiers could only endure.

  That fake soldier is stunned, whats going on, the change is too fast. The target he needs to capture has directly become a Japanese person, and he even dares to beat up the Imperial Army, which means he is not an ordinary Japanese person, at least he is of military officer level.

  "Officer, we..." The fake soldier came up with a flattering smile, wanting to explain something, but Mu Yang wouldnt listen to his nonsense. He directly swung his fist and gave the guy an even bigger slap in the face. The fake soldier spun around on the spot before falling straight to the ground.

  "Officer, I... Ugh..." He had only just spoken a few words when he felt something strange in his mouth and suddenly spat out a bloody tooth. The pain was so intense that he clutched at his mouth, groaning.

  "Get out!" Muyang pointed at the fake soldier on the ground and shouted loudly.

  The fake soldier didnt dare to slack off and before he could even stand up, he rolled and crawled out of the room.

  Muyang directly pulled out a certificate from his pocket, flashed it in front of the three Japanese soldiers with a cover, and then said: "I want to see your highest commander here, take me there immediately."

  "Officer, may I see your identification?" The Japanese soldier who was beaten still did his job diligently and now wanted to check Mu Yangs ID.

  "Im giving you two options. I can show you my ID, but then everything that happens afterwards will be your responsibility. I think being discharged from the army would be the lightest punishment for you. The other option is to take me to see your commander, and Ill let him verify my ID in person. Which one do you choose?" As he spoke, Mu Yang extended his hand with the ID, as if saying "take it".

  The Japanese soldiers body shook, looked at the documents in Mu Yangs hand, and finally didnt dare to take them over. In the army, there were too many mysterious departments, and too many secrets that werent accessible to someone of his level. The person in front of him obviously belonged to this category, so it was better to let Captain Yamada check them instead.

  "Please follow me." He said, turning around and walking out of the room.

  Mu Yang walked behind with his head held high, looking like a military officer on an outing. The soldier went outside to report the matter to his sergeant, who blinked his single eyelid but still didnt dare check Mu Yangs ID.

  "Sir, Ill take you to see Captain Yamada. You can explain your situation to him, please go ahead." He stepped aside and let Muyang lead the way.

  The inn was only four or five hundred meters away from the Japanese military base in Ba County, and Mu Yang walked in front with his head held high. The Japanese sergeant led four Japanese soldiers to follow closely behind him, escorting Mu Yang all the way to the barracks.

  Smooth sailing all the way, they arrived directly in front of the command post of Commander Yamada Kōsukes large unit. "Sir, please wait a moment, Ill go report."

  Yamada Kōsuke furrowed his brow after listening to the report from Sergeant Shōta, wondering what kind of background he had. Could it be true that he was a high-ranking spy from Japans intelligence agency?

  In China, its not just the Army Ministry that is taking action. The Japanese military intelligence department has two different divisions, each collecting intelligence separately. In addition, there are also intelligence departments under the Cabinet and even the Imperial Household Agency. Below them, there are also intelligence departments of large domestic enterprises, such as Mantetsu (South Manchuria Railway). The intelligence department of Mantetsu covers the entire Northeast region, and its capabilities are even more formidable than those of the Kwantung Armys intelligence department.

  No matter who the other party is, no matter what kind of existence it is, I must see them for myself. If they are indeed a special agent belonging to a high-level intelligence department, then its just a matter of apologizing and asking them to leave. But if its a Chinese person pretending to be someone else, then I might even be able to uncover an important Chinese intelligence network.

  Yamada Kōsui made up his mind and said to the military officer, "Let him in, be polite." He adjusted his clothes, picked up the command sword on the table, and stood upright in the center of the command post.

  "Sir, Major Yamada requests your presence." The Japanese sergeant said politely after coming out.

  "Uh-huh." Mu Yangs face was gloomy, and he nodded before walking straight in. This was a spacious living room converted into a military command center. In the middle of the room was a large table covered with various maps and documents. Against the wall was another table with a telephone and desk lamp on it. On the walls hung two maps: one of China and the other of the war zone.