Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Xu San did not respond, but raised his hand and slapped the driver in the face.

"Snapped!"

The loud and crisp sound of the slap, accompanied by loud shouts of "Baga", immediately attracted a lot of attention.

But this time, the onlookers just took a look and turned around and went into the house.

It is better to have less trouble than more. In this turbulent era, curiosity often leads to unexpected disasters, especially in the Magic City where all major forces gather.

After being beaten, the driver looked a little dazed. He covered his face and was stunned for two seconds before rolling up his sleeves. "Hey, you dare to hit someone?"

"What's wrong with hitting you?" Xu San said as he took out his gun and pointed it at the driver. "Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you right now."

"If you have the guts, just shoot. This is the French Concession. If you kill someone, you will have to pay with your life!" The driver stared at Xu San, stretching his neck, pouting his lips, with the face of a rogue.

"Hehe~" Xu San sneered, pressed the nose of the machine gun with his thumb, and pulled the trigger with his finger.

Even so, the driver still looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Come on!" The driver stretched his neck and shouted again, "Shoot! This is the French Concession, and there are so many witnesses. I don't believe you dare to shoot!"

"Bah!"

The gun went off, knocking the towel the driver had draped over his shoulders away.

Speaking of which, the public security in Shanghai is pretty good, especially in the French Concession.

There are very few cases like the one targeting Xu San where people were shot in public.

"Kacha~" Xu San pulled the trigger again and shouted, "The locust army is doing their job, everyone else should stay out of the way!"

"Uh~" The driver was surprised again, then looked back at the middle-aged man in the rickshaw.

The middle-aged man took a deep puff of the cigarette, then his sharp eyes softened a little, he exhaled the cigarette in his mouth, and then put it out casually.

He took out a certificate from his pocket and asked the driver to pass it to him. "One of us."

Xu San put away his gun, took the ID, and flipped through it casually. Wu Zhiguo, the leader of the Jinling bandit suppression brigade.

Really an old ghost?!
Um.
Did I go to the wrong set?

From "Drawing Sword" to "The Sound of Wind"?

But, as a spy who was hiding very deeply, why would he expose himself?

and also
Is he the old ghost Wu Zhiguo?
Compared with Li Yunlong, Xu San needs to be more cautious when dealing with this old ghost.

He raised his hand and threw the certificate back. "Captain Wu is not in Nanjing to fight bandits. Why did you run to the Magic City? You are probably breaking the rules by running around like this."

Wu Zhiguo took out another cigarette and said calmly, "I have nothing to say, but my subordinate was wrong just now. I will bring him to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Xu San curled his lips, stretched out a hand, and pretended to count money. "If you apologize, you should at least show some sincerity."

"Yeah!" Wu Zhiguo nodded gently, reached out and touched his body, then made an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I forgot to bring my wallet."

"It seems that Captain Wu has no sincerity at all."

He took a puff of his cigarette and said, "How about you leave me your address and I'll send someone to deliver it to you later?"

"I don't believe you!" Xu San said with narrowed eyes.

After taking another puff of cigarette, Wu Zhiguo flipped the cigarette box in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and threw the cigarette box to Xu San, "This cigarette box is my favorite thing."

"Clap!"

The cigarette box fell to the ground and Xu San didn't catch it.

He also did this out of caution. Before determining the other party's identity, he would try to avoid too much contact with him, especially the transfer of objects.

Looking at the cigarette box that fell to the ground, Wu Zhiguo grimaced in pain. (End of this chapter)