Chapter Sixteen: Sending a Message

  "Master, the mistress says she wants to see you." Su Mei knocked on the door of Zhao Zhi's study. The study was a forbidden place, and without Zhao Zhi's consent, the servants in the house were not allowed to enter casually. Zhao Zhi put down the newspaper in his hand. Xie Xiuyun had been here for almost 5 days, and except for the first day when Zhao Zhi appeared in front of Xie Xiuyun once, he had never taken the initiative to see this woman again.

  "Alright, I'll go take a look," Zhao Zhiyu muttered to himself as he walked towards Xie Xiuyun's room with a gloomy expression. Su Mei followed closely behind him, her eyes fixed on her husband's back with a curious gaze. It was indeed strange that the husband and wife were so peculiar. The husband would say that his wife was unwell and needed rest, yet he never went to visit her in her room, instead letting others take care of her. The wife, who was supposed to be resting, spent her days lying in bed reading newspapers and books, never asking what her husband did every day. Truly a strange couple.

  Xie Xiuyun was leaning on the square table writing a letter. She had been staying at Zhao Zhi's place for several days, and the people from the organization couldn't contact her, probably they were already anxious like ants in a hot pot. Xie Xiuyun looked at the newspaper every day to see if there was any news about the organization. The gun battle in the concession area had passed for several days, but the newspaper didn't mention anything.

  "You're here" Seeing Zhao Zhi's unnatural expression, Xie Xiuyun couldn't help but blush, and she also remembered the time when Zhao Zhi hugged her. Zhao Zhi was not bad-looking, especially the temperament he showed on his body made Xie Xiuyun infatuated, this was also the reason why Xie Xiuyun lost her composure when she first saw Zhao Zhi at the casino.

  "I'd like to ask a favor of you? Help me deliver this letter." Xie Xiuyun calmed herself down and handed the freshly written letter to Zhao Zhi. It was a secret letter written in code by Xie Xiuyun for the contact point. Due to her injury, she couldn't move around easily, so she had no choice but to ask for Zhao Zhi's help. During the gunfight, the liaison officer responsible for contacting Xie Xiuyun was killed right before her eyes. Now, she could only use this secret letter to activate the last hidden contact point; otherwise, Xie Xiuyun would become a lone wild goose who had lost contact with the organization.

  "Anything else? I'll help you with it. Anyway, I have a poker game with Hunter and will be going out soon." Zhao Zhi looked at the letter in his hand, no need to guess, he knew it was another so-called secret letter from Xie Xiuyun.

  "It's nothing, that's all. Thank you." Xie Xiuyun didn't dare to look into Zhao Zhi's eyes, but instead lowered her head and spoke in a voice that grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. After a pause, without seeing any reaction from Zhao Zhi, Xie Xiuyun pretended to be brave and looked up, only to find that she was alone in the room, with Zhao Zhi having already left.

  "Oh no, what's wrong with me? What should I do? Have I really fallen for him?" Xie Xiuyun couldn't help but burrow into her blanket, covering her burning cheeks with both hands. As soon as she thought of Zhao Zhi's rugged face and flying eyebrows, Xie Xiuyun's mouth involuntarily curled up, and when she thought of Zhao Zhi's deep, dark eyes, Xie Xiuyun's heart beat even faster.

  At this time, Zhao Zhi Zheng was asking for directions on Ma Da Street according to the address on Xie Xiuyun's letter. He couldn't understand Shanghainese at all, which is why the servants in his house, including Su Mei, were all northerners. After asking several people, it was like talking to a wall, but fortunately, Zhao Zhi met a young man wearing a student uniform, and after a conversation mixed with Shanghai-accented Mandarin, Zhao Zhi finally understood the address on the envelope.

  Looking at the address on the envelope, Zhao Zhi was speechless with laughter and asked for half a day's journey. Originally, this letter was supposed to be sent to the Hui Huang Nightclub. This woman is really something, why not just write Hui Huang Nightclub directly? Why bother going around in circles and writing down the house number.

  Following the directions, Zhao Zhi arrived at the back door of the Hui Huang Nightclub, where there was a doorman. After discreetly observing the surroundings and confirming that everything was normal, Zhao Zhi walked over calmly. At this time, it was still early before the opening hours of the Hui Huang Heaven, and the only person in the doorman's room was an old man with one arm drinking tea, which was brewed in a large teapot.

  "Old master, I've heard a lot about you personally." Zhao Zhi clasped his hands together in a salute, completely like a Jianghu figure. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Zhi had noticed that the old man's remaining hand had very thick and large joints on his fingers, with a sturdy and short palm, obviously a practitioner. The folk have always been a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, so Zhao Zhi was extremely polite.

  The old man saw Zhao Zhi staring at his hand, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He coughed and said, "We haven't opened for business yet, what can an old deaf and blind man like me do to help you? It's better to wait until tonight and ask a young person." After finishing speaking, the old man trembled and held up the large teapot, taking small sips of tea, as if Zhao Zhi standing in front of him didn't exist at all.

  Seeing the old man's demeanor, Zhao Zhi was even more certain that this old man was not ordinary. "Sir, I've been entrusted to bring a letter, the person who entrusted me is a woman surnamed Xie." Zhao Zhi still cupped his hands in respect.

  As soon as Zhao Zhi finished speaking, he saw a flash before his eyes, and the old man was already standing in front of him, with a ferocious expression staring at Zhao Zhi. "Where is that woman? Where's the letter?"

  "This old man is so quick!" Zhao Zhi was taken aback, seemingly unable to bear it and retreated a few steps, his left hand drooping down, a dagger already slipping into his palm. This old man wasn't an ordinary person. "Well said, may I ask your honorable surname?" Zhao Zhi's dagger was in his hand, but there was still a smile on his face, and as soon as he sensed anything off, the dagger would fly out swiftly.

  "The little kid reacts quite quickly!" The old man's feet didn't stop, continuing to press towards Zhao Zhi. He raised his single arm with five fingers like a claw and swiped at Zhao Zhi's shoulder. How could Zhao Zhi let him succeed so easily? With a flick of his shoulder, he dodged the old man's lone arm by half a step. The old man saw that he had missed and took another step forward to grab again. Zhao Zhi sidestepped and kicked towards the old man's shin bone with one foot. If Zhao Zhi had kicked him solidly, the old man would have fallen to the ground.

  "Huh?" The old man saw Zhao Zhi's movement, seemingly surprised and let out a cry of surprise. He immediately raised his foot to kick Zhao Zhi back. Before the old man's foot could meet Zhao Zhi's, Zhao Zhi suddenly switched feet and kicked the old man's other leg at the knee. The old man was caught off guard by Zhao Zhi's kick and stumbled backward towards the table. Before he could even steady himself, Zhao Zhi had already pounced on him, a shiny dagger pressed against his neck.

  "Old man, I'm just a messenger, why do you always have to be so aggressive?" Zhao Zhi lightly touched the old man's neck with his dagger and then retreated a few steps, still smiling as if nothing had happened.

  The old man seemed to have not exerted himself in a long time, rubbing his chest and coughing for a while before slowly standing up straight. "Good skills, good bravery, good young man," the old man said three goods to Zhao Zhi, but there was no sign of disappointment after being defeated by Zhao Zhi. The old man stretched out his hand and said, "The person who asked you to deliver the message is called Xie Xiuyun, she's our casino's female manager, I'm the one receiving the message, just give me the thing."

  "Goodbye." Zhao Zhi handed over the secret letter with a bad attitude, ignoring the old man's greeting and turning to leave. Can't you speak properly? Why do you have to make gestures, what's wrong with this person, it's so annoying.