Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 334: Xiaozhan's Information and Assassination of the Japanese
"The child's name is Ruan Feng. The old beggar gave him this name because he always begs for food and hopes to get more and eat more. So the name 'Feng' has a good meaning."

Liu Wei looked at He Songling in surprise, "Why, Mr. He knows him?"

He felt puzzled. Although He Songling had great influence in the world of ordinary people and was the richest man in the world, as the head of an intelligence organization, he couldn't even imagine how much power he had.

He didn't know exactly how huge the power he could directly call upon was, but he knew it must be a terrifying force that their small inn would never be able to catch up with even if they developed for hundreds of years. In terms of the breadth and detail of the intelligence, as well as its accuracy, they were no match.

But there is one thing, He Songling does not have his own intelligence network in the alien circle. His huge influence is limited to ordinary people outside. Although he has made money with many sects in the alien circle and is considered an ally with many sects, it is still the same that in terms of the meticulousness and accuracy of intelligence, it should not be as good as their Jianghu Xiaozhan.

What's more, he is just an ordinary alien beggar. Nowadays, aliens are not very different from ordinary people, and many masters like to play around in the world.

Moreover, according to the information about He Songling that Liu Wei had, he should have had no connection with this beggar from beginning to end.

So how could He Songling accurately tell the surname of the little beggar next to him? And judging from the look on He Songling's face after he said the name, he should even know the little beggar's name.

"I don't know him, but I've heard of him. He's quite capable and has some connection with Quan Xing." He Songling said to Liu Wei casually, "You know, I was hunted by Quan Xing all over the world back then, so I know a little bit about them."

He Songling now knew where Ruan Feng, the wanderer, came from. No wonder he later said that he was born in a humble family and had limited knowledge. Even if he could see the immortals, his realm and intentions would be far inferior to those of the other eight sworn brothers.

This made sense now. He was an orphan beggar, so his biggest wish was to eat well, drink well, sleep well, live a few more years, and enjoy a few more years of prosperity. And the Six Treasury Immortal Thief he realized in the Twenty-Four Sections Valley was exactly what the old beggar who brought him had envisioned for their practice.

People cannot imagine things they have never seen, they can only make it come true based on the old beggar's idea.

In fact, being low-level is not without its advantages, but Ruan Feng's problem is that he does not know how to practice both sex and life, his spirit is unstable, and he cannot face temptation firmly. This person is actually quite good. After several decades, until he met Baron in the 1990s, he was still that thin and weak, and had never eaten anyone.

He relied on morality alone to resist the instinct of hunger for fifty years. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a noble man. If an ordinary person does not eat for three days, his eyes will turn green with hunger. If he is trapped in the desert or snowy mountains for ten days or eight days, he will definitely eat human flesh.

Ruan Fengke lasted for at least fifty years.

Maybe he is also a good candidate to practice the magic. If I have the chance to find him, I must... beat him up.

As a good young man of the righteous path, the future chief of the Trinity Sect, and the future leader of the righteous path, how could I not beat up the thirty-six thieves when I met them?

Liu Wei looked at He Songling who was lost in thought. The smile on his lips gradually became vulgar and abstract, and the muscles on his face twitched.

What the hell has this attracted?

Of course, he couldn't believe He Songling's nonsense, it was too confusing, but he couldn't question it either. After all, the purpose of inviting He Songling over was not to question whether He Songling knew the beggar.

"Although Mr. He is a bit unruly, his heart is full of patriotism. Liu admires him."

Liu Wei straightened out the "essence" in his body, and his figure returned to being thin. He stood up and bowed deeply to He Songling, "We are a small inn with little strength, and we can't do much. We can only provide some intelligence support to see if it can help Mr. He. Xiaomu, please bring the information over."

"Yes." Mu Chen came back quickly. It was obvious that the materials had been prepared long ago. He brought them over and spread them out on the table.

This little inn is indeed not simple, and it can be considered to be keeping up with the times in the circle of aliens. In addition to some drawings and texts, it also has photos and even records recorded by a phonograph.

It's just that it's difficult to get cameras nowadays, and even more difficult to record secretly, otherwise He Songling really doubted that Liu Wei would be able to produce a piece of video intelligence for him in this era.

"Hurry up, I'll take this information."

With He Songling's current "supernatural power", he was able to remember everything he saw. After reading it once, he returned all the information to Liu Wei, leaving only the two audio materials recorded on the phonograph, which were still playing in Japanese on the phonograph.

"Tomorrow at noon, you will be waiting to receive the devil's head."

"So soon?" Liu Wei and Mu Chen were obviously surprised and tried to dissuade him, "Mr. He, why don't you make more preparations to be on the safe side? There are a lot of things involved here, and the defenses are tight. Don't hurt yourself."

"Tsk, what can a few little devils do to you?"

He Songling is not really arrogant. People like him are not afraid of small-scale strict defense. For strange people who possess all kinds of strange methods, no matter how strict the defense is, it is not strict enough. There is always a way to penetrate it.

For them, the biggest trouble comes from their peers and the large-scale organized fire suppression of modern armies.

As for He Songling, he was not even afraid of his colleagues. Basically, no extraordinary person could stand up in front of him. Moreover, no ninja had entered Lao Zhong's border, and the Japanese army had not arrived yet.

A time like now is definitely the best opportunity for assassination. After that, He Songling would not dare to go anyway.

This was a rare opportunity, so he didn't care whether the information came from Xiaozhan's gang, or whether they had accepted a mission from one of his enemies and deliberately released it as part of a conspiracy to trap him in the enemy's camp. He would just go for it.

A quick victory makes a quick decision, a long night brings trouble.

Others need to prepare. First, they need to scout the area and understand the enemy's defense positions and rotation patterns so as to find the right time to strike. Second, they need to prepare the right weapons. Third, they need to plan a retreat.

He Songling doesn't need any of these.

He can transform into Qi and sneak in, summon heavy artillery, mines, torpedoes and other large explosives anytime and anywhere, and can also merge into the heaven and earth and escape into the void at any time.

"It's getting late. I'll leave now."

He Songling glanced at his watch, stood up and said, "I will bring the heads here tomorrow morning. You only need to do one thing, which is to mobilize your people and bring these things to... northern Shaanxi."

(End of this chapter)