Andrei had Xiao Shunzi hail a taxi and they headed to Lin's mansion. This was Chen Zikun's first time in a car, he was so excited that his eyes were glued to the driver's operation. Andrei saw him like this and said: "If things go smoothly, I'll buy you a Ford."

  Upon arriving at the Lin residence, the two men got out of the car and handed their business cards to the gatekeeper. While waiting for someone to announce their arrival, they took in the sights of the Lin estate. As it turned out, the former Minister of Justice's home was indeed more impressive than Lin Wenjing's. Before long, Lin Changmin himself emerged from the doorway, beaming with joy and addressing them as "Welcome, Mr. Wei Yu".

  Let the guests into the living room, distinguish between host and guest, sit down, exchange a few pleasantries, Lin Changmin praised Chen Zikun's heroic feat of fighting against Japanese military officers last night, everyone burst out laughing, the atmosphere became much more lively. Then Andrei took out a letter and said: "When I was in Paris, I met Mr. Liang Qichao, this is a letter he entrusted me to give you."

  Lin Changmin received the letter and looked at it for a few moments. His expression suddenly turned serious, and he put down the letter, saying: "Thank you, Mr. Solomon, for sending this letter from afar."

  "It was nothing, we've troubled you, we have an appointment, I'll take my leave." Andre stood up to bid farewell, Lin Changmin warmly invited him to stay, and just then another guest came to pay New Year's greetings, so he didn't insist on keeping them any longer, and personally saw the two off at the door and into their car.

  After leaving Lin's residence by carriage, Chen Zikun asked: "You sent the letter and left, didn't you say you wanted to investigate the political situation?"

  Andrei smiled and said, "You're still a Chinese, you Chinese people are most afraid of being too straightforward in social interactions, everything has to be done in a roundabout way. Don't worry, Mr. Lin will definitely return the visit, once they get familiar with each other, they'll be open and honest."

  "Then why did you have Xiao Shunzi call Miss Yao? Didn't we already leave the Lin residence?"

  Andrei squeezed his eyes: "This is called wanting to capture and then release, hanging her appetite."

  ……

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, two hours later, Yao Yilei rushed to Lin's residence in her family car. Lin Changmin still thought that the young lady from Yao Zicang's house was coming to find his daughter, after all they were classmates at Peihua Girls' School, but the two families didn't have much contact usually.

  Miss Yao stayed in Lin Huiyin's room for a while, distracted, and then left. Lin Changmin ordered the servant to call his daughter over and asked: "What brought the young lady from the Yao family here?"

  Lin Huiyin said disdainfully: "What can a socialite like her do? She heard that Mr. Solomon was visiting our home, so she followed him all the way here."

  Lin Changmin burst out laughing. As a father and daughter who understood each other, he naturally knew that his daughter had always been proud and looked down on people like socialites, so he didn't mention the matter again.

  ……

  The car returned to the Liu Guo Restaurant, Andre and Chen Zikun went back to room 306 on the third floor, let the service staff open the door, walked in and took a look, Andre frowned: "Someone has been here."

  Chen Zikun said: "Didn't you ask Xiaoshunzi to come back and get his clothes this morning?"

  "It's not the servants," said Andrei, "they won't open my drawer."

  Originally, Andre had tied a strand of his hair to the drawer handle before he left, and now it's broken, indicating that the room has been secretly searched.

  "Fortunately, I had all the important documents on me. Take this immediately and hand it over to the contact person at the secret meeting point." Andre handed Chen Zikun a document while winking his eye.

  "Alright, I'll get it done right away." Chen Zikun took the documents and hastily went downstairs. Andrei also left in another direction.

  In room 308 next door, a scrawny guy was leaning against the wardrobe with something like a stethoscope pressed against the thin wall, listening to the movements in 306. After hearing Andrei's order, he immediately turned his head and whispered a few words. The other two men who were drinking tea quickly got up, took down their top hats hanging on the wall and went out.

  Chen Zikun hastily went downstairs, hailed a rickshaw and left. Two men dressed in Western suits and hats followed him on foot-powered vehicles, tailing him all the way. As soon as they left, Yao Cichang's car arrived.

  Yao Yilei rushed in and tapped the bell at the front desk. The waiter came over with a smile: "Miss Yao, you're here so early today."

  "Has Mr. Solomon returned?"

  "Hey, unfortunately, he just went out, less than a minute ago."

  Yao Yile suddenly remembered that she seemed to have seen a familiar figure earlier, so she turned around and got into her own car, instructing: "Head south, hurry up!"

  The husband hastily grabbed the crank and shook the engine, jumped into the car and drove away. All that could be heard was Miss Yao sitting in the back gritting her teeth: "Let me miss twice in a row, I'll find you and make you pay."

  Although she said so, in fact, she was deeply in love with the mysterious Mr. Solomon. Thinking that he had gone to Lin Changmin's house early in the morning, Miss Yao couldn't help but worry: wouldn't Mr. Solomon have something to do with Miss Lin? Lin Huiyin was a top student at Pei Hua Girls' School, and fortunately, she graduated early, otherwise, all the attention would have been stolen by her.

  A car whizzed by on the main street, and suddenly Yao Yire caught a glimpse of a figure turning into an alley, who was none other than Mr. Solomon, whom she had been thinking about constantly.

  "Stop!" she yelled, the car screeched to a halt, Yao Yire jumped out of the car and chased after him. She ran to the entrance of the alley but slowed down her pace, thinking to herself: "This guy is so mysterious, I'd like to see what he's really up to."

  This alley was just between two houses, with high walls on both sides, and not a single person in sight. Chen Zikun walked at a steady pace, when suddenly a bicycle came riding from the opposite direction, and the rider blocked his way by placing the bike horizontally across the path.

  As he turned around, another person walked over, with the brim of his hat pulled down low so that his face couldn't be seen clearly, and his hands were inserted into his pockets, as if holding something.

  "Second, what can I learn from you?" Chen Zikong asked calmly.

  "Take out what's on your body." The cyclist was a native Beijinger who spoke authentic Beijing dialect.

  "Are you blocking my way or what?" Chen Zikong sneered.

  "Right, that's it, stop wasting words!" Behind him, he pulled out his hand and was holding a gun.

  Chen Zikun reached into his pocket, and the man warned, "Slow down, if you make any sudden moves, my gun won't distinguish between people."

  Yao Yire in the distance saw this scene, and couldn't help but widen her eyes, covering her mouth for fear of screaming out loud. It was too terrifying! A robbery in broad daylight!

  Chen Zikun slowly took out the file package from his suit and threw it over. When the gunman bent down to pick it up, he suddenly kicked out with one foot, hitting the man right under the chin, sending him tumbling in all directions, and the handgun also flew out of his hand.

  Just as the man on horseback was about to pull out his gun, someone jumped down from the top of the wall and landed right behind him. With both hands grasping his head, he gave a swift twist, and with a cracking sound, the man's neck broke, and his entire body went limp like a rag doll.

  Chen Zikong didn't hesitate either, and with a swift kick, he broke another person's neck.

  Yao Yile saw this shocking scene, her body hair stood up, her heart beating violently. In her eighteen years of life, she had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene.

  The one who jumped down from the wall was Andre, and the two of them worked together seamlessly to take out the stalker. They then searched each other's bodies with practiced ease, finding a handgun and wallet in addition to a passport.

  "It's the Japanese Embassy people," Andre cursed.

  "The little Japanese are after us, let's fight them to the end." Chen Zikun inserted the gun into his waist and gritted his teeth.

  "This is Beijing, don't be reckless, give me the gun." Andre took the gun and quickly disassembled it into pieces and threw them away on the side of the road.

  "Go." With Andre's order, the two of them went their separate ways.

  Yao Yilei's soul was still unsettled, her heart racing, as she returned to the car. Cold sweat continued to trickle down, and when the driver saw Miss's pale face, he asked with concern: "Miss, do you want to go back home?"

  "Alright... no, let's go to the Liu Guo restaurant." Although her mind was filled with scenes of murder, Miss Yao wasn't afraid at all, but rather quite excited.

  ……

  Chen Zikun hailed a rickshaw to return to the Liu Guo Restaurant. A man who had gone through a life of bloodshed and violence, his sixth sense was usually keen, and he always felt that something was not quite right. He took out a small round mirror and glanced back, and indeed there were two bicycles following slowly behind him, with the cyclists still dressed in suits and top hats.

  "Not good, we've been spotted. I don't even have a gun on me, how are we going to fight them?" Chen Zikun was muttering to himself when suddenly a police siren blared and the rickshaw was stopped."

  "Sir, please get off the bus." The one who stopped the car was a young patrolman.

  "What's the matter?" Chen Zikong jumped off the car and stared vigilantly at the patrol officer, behind whom was a police station with at least seven or eight officers warming themselves by the fire.

  "A young lady said you stole her things, come with me to the police station." The patrol officer said casually. Chen Zikun quietly turned his head and glanced at the two men who were following him from behind, they stopped their car far away and watched with a fierce gaze.

  "Alright, I'll go with you." Chen Zikun took out some change to pay off the rickshaw driver and followed the patrolman into the police station.

  The police didn't make things difficult for him, but instead pulled up a chair and asked him to sit down. The police officer ran out of the station in a hurry, came to a car, and respectfully asked: "Miss Yao, the person has been caught, how should we deal with it?"

  The car window glass went down, and Miss Yao looked at the fat-eared policeman without looking at him and said proudly: "Of course, it will be handled according to law."

  "Alright then, I'll teach him a lesson first and then throw him into the big prison for a few days."

  "Wait, don't hit him, hmm... keep an eye on him for me, no mishaps allowed, got it?" Yao Yilei said as she handed over a stack of cash, "Buy some cigarettes for the brothers."

  "Miss Yao, this matter will be handled perfectly for you."

  Back at the police station, the officers continued to drink tea and smoke while chatting, no one interrogated Chen Zikun, but they didn't let him go either, treating him with good cigarettes and tea.

  Those two guys on the tandem bike didn't leave, but instead stood guard across the street. Ten or so minutes later, a car came by and a guy with a crew cut got out, spoke to the two men for a few words, then strode over, pushing open the door of the police substation.

  The police officers turned their heads in unison, and saw five men dressed in Western suits and hats standing outside the door. The leader, a man with a mustache, said in stiff Chinese: "You've arrested my people, please hand them over immediately."

  "Sorry, this man was caught by us first, can't be handed over to you."

  Nidan Hu sneered and beckoned with his hand, when a voice from behind him shouted: "Mr. Fujita has asked you to hand it over, so just hand it over, what's the point of dragging out this nonsense?"

  At a glance, it was indeed his superior Li Dingbang Li Zhengzheng. He hastily stood at attention and saluted: "Li Zhengzheng, it's not that I didn't want to hand over the prisoner, but he has already been taken away by the Infantry Commander's Yamen."

  ……

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