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"Director, Director, I didn't arrest anyone arbitrarily, I didn't arrest anyone arbitrarily, really, please!"

"Captain, please save me! I really didn't, I really..."

But no one paid any attention to his cries for help; after all, this matter was definitely not that simple.

It could even be said that someone was supporting him behind the scenes; otherwise, what courage would a squad leader from the Special Service have to do such a thing?

Then they saw several burly men tie Squad Leader Niu directly to the interrogation frame.

"Let's do it. Let's give him a run first, to clear his head and see what's really going on."

Before Director Song could speak, the team leader shouted to his men, clearly knowing that they had kicked a hornet's nest this time.

"Captain, Captain, it's me, Lao Niu! It's me, Lao Niu!"

"Hmph, who told you to be so stupid, getting involved in everything? You're just asking for trouble."

"Captain, I didn't, I really didn't!"

However, his shouts were immediately silenced by a rag stuffed into his mouth, and then he was whipped.

In less than ten minutes, all the torture that had been inflicted on Zhang Tianhao was repeated on him, even more brutally than before.

Most importantly, this time, Director Song was also watching, and the murderous intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

If it weren't for the doctor treating Zhang Tianhao's injuries, he might have rushed in himself.

"Dr. Wang, I'm so sorry. My staff were inconsiderate and caused you trouble."

"It's alright, this isn't your problem. It's just that some people want to climb the social ladder without even considering their own abilities. Keeping such people around is just being a traitor; they're unusable."

"Understood. Would you like us to take you back to rest?"

"Oh, and also, my bicycle belongs to the hospital. You know what to do about it, right?"

"Okay, okay, we'll give you a new bicycle and install it exactly like yours. Is that alright? Also, we'll reimburse your medical expenses, a total of one hundred yuan. Is that alright?"

"Fine, I told you, this was done by your men. If you didn't know, it has nothing to do with you!"

He smiled, though his mood wasn't good despite having his external injuries treated; he still needed to leave some room for maneuver in his words.

The Secret Service still wields considerable power, so there's no need to antagonize them.

"Thank you, Dr. Wang. Thank you, Dr. Wang."

Director Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Niu Dali with eyes that seemed to be filled with poison, and glared at him fiercely.

"Secretary, take my car and drive Dr. Wang home, and bring his bicycle too!"

"Yes!"

The secretary responded and took out one hundred silver dollars from the office, handing them to Zhang Tianhao as compensation for the wounded.

"Dr. Wang, take care!"

Only after watching Zhang Tianhao get into the car did he relax, and glared at the action team leader to the side.

"How do you do your job? Why are you arresting people? Is he a member of the underground Communist Party, the Military Intelligence Bureau of Chongqing, or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics? Don't you have a brain?"

"Don't act impulsively with doctors like that without clear evidence. Don't act impulsively! Are you brainless? Do you think I don't know what you've been up to? Helping them vent their anger, are you trying to get yourself killed?" "And that Director Hou, when did he start interfering with our Special Service Department? A doctor recommended by the Japanese, are you out of your mind? Can't you check his background?"

"A doctor who had returned from abroad was injured on his way home. He treated other patients in Changfeng and recovered. However, he was forced by the Kuomintang military intelligence to leave Changfeng and come to work in Shanghai."

"Tell me, is this person a member of the underground Communist Party, the Military Intelligence Bureau, or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics? He's none of those. He's just a real doctor. You're just looking for trouble. Don't you even know his background?"

"The top doctors in Shanghai, it's only been a few days, and the news has spread throughout Shanghai. The top doctors, sometimes they can save your life, didn't you know?"

"A person without subjective bias is equivalent to a neutral person. Why would you provoke him for no reason? You tell me it's just because of that bar meal. If he really handed you over, you'd probably be dead in the military police station by now."

"Military Police Major Chito called and said directly that someone had complained to her. Think about it yourself, do you understand?"

"Oh no, how could this be? Wasn't he a doctor with no connections? Is his medical skill really that high?"

"Hmph, it's more than just high. That old man Charles, who was almost dead, is all better now. He'll probably be bouncing around again in a while. Tell me, what do you think of his medical skills?"

"That's so exaggerated, that old man who's about to die."

"Ok!"

……

On the other side, Zhang Tianhao, holding a hundred silver dollars, sat in the car and watched it drive away from the secret service office. His face also darkened.

It's obvious that he was tricked this time, and it's clear who tricked him.

"Do you really think I'm someone to be bullied? Don't you all have brains? This isn't over yet."

"The Hou family, you've really bitten off more than you can chew this time."

He was quite clear that this Director Hou would probably be sent to his grave tonight.

Others may not know, but he is quite clear that if he keeps such a person around, and this attempt to frame him fails, who knows who they will find to frame him next time.

Director Song didn't mention it, and Zhang Tianhao didn't pursue the matter further, since the matter was indeed rather unreasonable.

He arrived home shortly after, and seeing that the front door was still locked, he felt a little puzzled, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Pushing his bicycle, he took out his keys and went straight inside.

Everything in the house looked the same as when I left in the morning, except that the dishes were clean.

As for Xiaoyue's room, although it was still the same as before, Zhang Tianhao knew that Xiaoyue's room should have been cleaned, but it would take a few days.

Looking at Xiaoyue's room in front of him, a hint of melancholy appeared on his face. Who would have thought that all of this was a scheme?

Xiaoyue's death was not only due to Song Wen's scheming, but also to the details that Zhang Tianhao overlooked. But all of that is no longer so important.

He went to Xiaoyue's room, sat down on the bed, and began to examine the things on the bed and even the things in every corner of the room.

A little while later, he actually found a small thing, wrapped in oil paper, under the floor tiles next to the bed.

Upon opening it, I saw a document inside that identified the person as a Japanese Army Captain; Kuku Naoko. Age: 21.

Looking at this certificate, and then thinking about how Naoko looks—she seems to be only eleven or twelve years old—the difference is just too great. (End of Chapter)