Chapter 55: Who is the Traitor (Part 2)

  As he walked out of the prison, Hu Zhigang saw Chen Xiuzhi who had left earlier. He looked at the woman in her new clothes with surprise and sized her up from head to toe: "You weren't tortured?"

  "No." Chen Xiuzhi pulled him forward a few steps, and after leaving the Japanese military post, she anxiously asked: "Fortunately, this is a misunderstanding. I told them my father's and your family's Lao San's names, they didn't give me any trouble."

  "So that's how it is!" Hu Zhiyong, the third brother with great abilities, was completely trusted by Hu Zhigang to save him. The two of them were about to leave with the gifts sent out by the Japanese army when they were stopped by Hu Pengsheng.

  "Master, our car is over there. Let's go, this isn't the time for talking."

  Seeing Hu Pengsheng and his group, Hu Zhigang was even more convinced that this was the doing of his third brother. The group got into the car and drove straight to Zhuanghe County. In the bank's courtyard, Hu Zhiyong welcomed his brother to the living room and asked about their situation in detail.

  "Thank you, Third Brother!" Hu Zhigang finished telling the story and solemnly expressed his gratitude to his younger brother.

  Hu Zhiyong was shocked and couldn't express it, but he held back the doubts in his heart and didn't say it out loud in front of his brother: "Chen Xiuzhi is lying!"

  Lies have good and evil. What kind of purpose Chen Xiuzhi came from, Hu Zhiyong still didn't think clearly. Because the Japanese army did not use torture, neither of them existed under heavy penalty to surrender. The clever third son of the Hu family, how could he think that Kawashima Yoshiko grasped the weakness of women, and defeated people without a fight!

  Arrange for Brother and Chen Xiuzhi, Hu Zhiyong to go to another courtyard to visit Feng Yuguang: "The four people you mentioned are special agents of the Fuxing Society. Why did the Japanese army arrest them and then release them? Are they letting out a long line to catch big fish?"

  "It's possible!" Feng Yuguang put his hand on his forehead, pressing his fingers against his temples: "Currently I am unable to contact my superiors, please send someone to Beijing immediately to deliver a letter!"

  After these two days of contact, Feng Yuguang completely believed that Hu Zhiyong would not betray him. Thinking about the events of the past few days, he felt a little worried for the underground party in Beiping.

  "You write a letter, I'll send someone to deliver it. Also, I'll have them bring a radio station, hoping you can stay here for a few more days and learn how to broadcast before leaving." Hu Zhiyong had a very good impression of Feng Yuguang who was studying in the Soviet Union, and the two people surprisingly became close friends.

  Hu Pengsheng set out again, bringing only two soldiers and disguising themselves as merchants to take a boat directly to Beiping. That night, Hu Pengsheng found Li Dazhao's residence according to Feng Yuxiang's instructions and discovered that there were people secretly monitoring the place on the street.

  "Hmph, a bunch of fools!" Having been trained by Hu Zhiyong, the agile Hu Pengsheng didn't think much of the secret agents' tailing. Just as he was about to walk towards the shop door, he noticed Hu Zhiqiang sitting inside the hotel.

  "It's him!" Hu Peng's heart skipped a beat as he motioned for the two soldiers to gather around and speak in hushed tones.

  In the long years of revolutionary struggle, there was a group of heroes lurking in the heart of the enemy in Beiping. The party's outer periphery secret organizations 'Min Qing' and 'Min Lian' were collectively known as "Underground Alliance" at that time.

  Liu Ren, only sixteen or seventeen years old, was already a very experienced underground worker. Hu Zhiqiang's actions had been discovered by him, but he could not send information to Feng Jiping upstairs.

  Hu Pengsheng also happened to notice Liu Ren's actions and walked up to him, saying in a low voice: "Believe me, I am your friend!"

  "What you said I don't understand." Liu Ren's heart was already in a panic: "I've also been exposed!"

  "Listen! I can save your leader and meet with him, his friend brought a letter." Hu Pengsheng knew that party organizations had strict discipline, Liu Ren would not believe his one-sided words. He took out Feng Yuguang's letter and handed it over to him: "If you need to see me, I will be waiting for you at Wangfujing 63!"

  Liu Ren stopped talking and silently took the letter, standing still. One soldier walked towards the building, another soldier drew his pistol and blocked the entrance. Before long, Feng Jiping was escorted down with a gun pointed at his head, two men stuffed him into a car and drove away.

  Hu Zhiqiang was stunned in the wine building and asked his subordinates: "Whose is this? Dare to be nosy in our hands?"

  "It's unclear!" The Beiping area was a mix of dragons and snakes, with Zhang Xueliang, Feng Yuxiang, Yan Xishan and over a dozen other factions. Hu Zhiyong watched as the car drove away, his fingers snapping loudly: "Damn it, the fish that had been caught were snatched away by an eagle!"

  "Go quickly, at the corner ahead, we will release him!" Hu Pengsheng said softly to Liu Ren who was stunned, then turned around and pulled his hat forward.

  He was pushed down by Feng Jiping's car and he was already confused: "What a strange thing! Can't I be forced out to take a walk with a gun?"

  "Chief!" Liu Ren rushed over, saw Feng Jiping safe and sound, excitedly walked over and handed the letter to him. Feng Jiping took the letter, looked at the envelope and understood: "Fuxing Society! We must relocate!"

  After settling in a new place, Feng Jiping finished reading the letter. As he was deep in thought, Liu Ren said in a low voice: "Chief, the person who saved you and the one who delivered the message are together, he left a message saying that if you want to see him, go to Wangfujing 63."

  Hu Pengsheng believed that Feng Jiping would look for him, so he rushed onto a car driven by two soldiers and sped towards Wangfujing. In an antique shop, Hu Pengsheng revealed his identity, and the other party hastily welcomed him to the inner room.

  "Wait a minute, there are still friends coming, let them come in and see me!" This is the young master's confidant, he doesn't worry about revealing his identity.

  "Yes. Captain Hu, I've seen you before!" The boss looked at Hu Pengsheng, busy pouring tea and offering cigarettes for a while.

  "Is that so?" Hu Peng believed it was nothing unusual for the owner to have seen him in Zhuanghe, since this antique shop had just opened recently.

  "You sit for a while, I'll go ahead and make arrangements." The boss didn't give any detailed explanation, nor did he mention where he had met with Hu Peng.

  Feng Jiping arrived here, it was almost noon. In the inner room, he carefully asked about Feng Yiguo and Chen Xiuzhi again. After a long time, Feng Jiping stood up and said: "I still have something to do, how about we meet again tomorrow?" Hu Pengsheng agreed and sent him off from the antique shop.

  When he first arrived in Beiping, Hu Peng and two subordinates walked onto the main street to take a look around.

  "Head, why is this place called Wangfujing?" A warrior felt that the name was strange and couldn't help but ask.

  "In the morning, ten royal mansions were built here. The Wangfu Well was initially formed and renamed "Ten Royal Mansions Street". In the Qing Dynasty, the Ten Royals were abolished and renamed Wangfu Street or Wangfu Avenue. The southern section had a sweet well, combined with Wangfu, became "Wangfuji Street". Hu Pengsheng thought to himself: "Grandma, I was also asked by the young master at that time, so I knew it one step ahead!"

  "This street is very strange, with so many antique shops and restaurants all over the street." Two soldiers from the cold northeast walked into Beijing for the first time, their eyes were wide with wonder.

  The scales are as beautiful as they are everywhere, with a dazzling display of grandeur and splendor. The shopping malls are not enough to walk around, the scenery is not enough to see, the tourists are countless, and the changes are too fast to notice. Hu Pengsheng is no exception, picking and choosing delicious snacks to fill his stomach.

  Calligraphy and paintings, jewelry, jade carvings, antiques... Hu Pengsheng was an outsider. But compared to the treasures he saw at Young Master's place, these things were simply trash. No wonder business was booming at #63, it turned out that Young Master's family background was indeed very solid.

  Walking south to Chang'an Street, Hu Pengsheng saw Hu Zhiqiang again. He hastily pulled down his hat to cover his face and glanced sideways at the group of over a dozen people. Hu Zhiqiang led them into a tavern and went straight up to the second floor.

  "This is the Revival Society's lair!" Having waited for a long time without seeing Hu Zhiqiang come out, Hu Pengsheng quietly observed his surroundings and realized that this was a special agent organization.

  "Head, those who went in had this guy tucked into their waist!" The warriors who came with him were not simple either, and they had already noticed that the group of people was acting strangely.

  "Observe carefully and figure out how many people are inside!" Hu Pengsheng whispered, calling for tea water to drink slowly.

  "Head, my belly!" They sat for several hours, two country bumpkins who had just arrived in the prosperous city, drinking tea like cows. Continuously pouring tea water, their bellies were naturally very uncomfortable. Hu Pengsheng suddenly stood up and took the two people out of the teahouse.

  "Alas, I've made a mistake too!" On the street, Hu Pengsheng carefully looked around and said to the two soldiers: "How many pots of tea have we had? For a qualified agent like us, our trail should have been noticed by others long ago! Luckily, it was you who reminded me!"

  "Head, don't praise me yet, what I urgently need to solve now is that the flood is about to overflow the Jinshan Mountain!" The warrior's face was twisted, and his hands kept touching around his little brother.

  "Hmph!" Hu Pengsheng couldn't hold back his laughter: "Grandma, the city is not as good as the countryside, you can't even find a toilet to pee in!"

  "What to do? I'm going to wet my pants!" The warrior's face turned even more awkward, he could no longer bear it.

  "Follow me!" Hu Pengsheng led the two into a resident's home, deliberately flashing his handgun: "Where is the toilet? We are the tax inspection team searching!"

  "Search the toilet?" The old man of this household was also a big-name celebrity, "Toilet General" Wang Huaiqing. Direct descendant general Wang Huaiqing was Yuan Shikai's confidant, his nickname was the most unpleasant, called "Toilet General".

  Wang Huaiqing had a gastrointestinal disease and spent most of his daytime in the toilet. He designed a "stool chair" in his office, with the desk right in front of it. Sometimes he would sit on the "stool chair" to receive his subordinates, earning him the nickname "Toilet General".

  After Yuan Shikai's downfall, Wang Huaiqing resigned and lived in this small villa, enjoying the wealth he had embezzled. The three of them followed their host into the toilet and pulled out their dicks.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, a fierce burst, the three people who felt relieved couldn't help but laugh out loud. Wang Huaiqing outside the toilet was startled: "Is there contraband here? Damn it, who wants to frame me?" An old man on his last legs was so scared that he pulled up his pants!

  As he walked out of the toilet, Hu Pengsheng wrinkled his brow due to the foul smell: "Who farted in their pants?"

  " Him!" The two warriors sniffed out the source of the stench and pointed their fingers at Wang Huaiqing. Unexpectedly, he became even more frightened, and another bout of farting and urination ensued, flowing directly from his pants leg onto the floor.

  "Retreat!" Hu Pengsheng didn't dare stay any longer, fearing that the old man would be scared to death.

  P.S: Yesterday, I received ten bouquets of flowers and a book review from Yihen Suiying. This chapter is specially added for Yihen Suiying.