Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Lu Erhao's expression also showed a hint of struggle, but in the next instant he made up his mind.

“Du Fei, as journalists, our first principle is to report the truth. It’s obvious that these police officers were hired by the Feng family!”

Thinking of this, Lu Erhao's expression became even more indignant.

"And this is already the second wave. Last time one person died, and this time several more have died. If this continues, does Feng Jingyao really think Shanghai is his domain?!"

His fists were still trembling slightly.

You should know that one of the people who was shot and fell just now fell right in front of him.

If Lu Erhao doesn't report the facts as they are, he won't be able to get past his own conscience!

Seeing Lu Erhao's resolute attitude, Du Fei seemed to be persuaded as well.

"Erhao, you're right. As journalists, truth is always our top priority!"

Speaking of this, Du Fei turned to He Shuhuan, who was standing to the side.

"Shuhuan, what do you think?!"

He Shuhuan was slightly taken aback when Du Fei called his name, as he was still lost in thought.

For some reason, the police guards who had just left left He Shuhuan with a strange feeling.

Our gaze returned to the Feng Mansion, where the blood from the corpse from just a few minutes ago still lingered.

He suppressed his doubts and immediately spoke to Du Fei and Erhao beside him.

"You're right, let's go, let's go back to the newspaper office first!" (door)

Chapter 120 Ye Bai begins his operation, and Feng Jingyao goes to the police station only to be given the runaround!

Paramount.

"Brother Ye, I've found information about Yoshiko Yamaguchi..."

Upon returning to the Paramount, Luo Zhan quickly recounted everything he had seen and heard to Ye Bai.

"The police officers were imposters?"

Upon hearing the name Yamaguchi Yoshiko, Xiao Aqiao, who was standing next to Ye Bai, looked incredulous.

"If the police find out, aren't they afraid of turning against the French Concession?"

These words made Ye Bai narrow his eyes slightly.

Turning against each other?!

I'm afraid those Japanese devils have already taken care of everything!

After quickly connecting everything that had happened recently, Ye Bai had a vague premonition.

The Japanese had already begun planning their operations in Shanghai.

The fact that people posing as police officers are causing trouble in front of Feng's mansion is probably an attempt to provoke conflict between Feng Jingyao and others in Shanghai!

The chaos in Shanghai was the real purpose of the Japanese.

The agents of these Japanese devils in Shanghai right now are clearly the Tianlong Society, which has been secretly causing trouble all along!

And Yoshiko Yamaguchi is an important figure involved in this!

Thinking of this, Ye Bai did not answer Xiao A Qiao's question directly, but instead tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Then, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Luo Zhan, go and contact Zhao Yi. The relevant weapons can be prepared."

"Xiao Aqiao, tell the pharmaceutical factory to prepare sulfonamides."

...

As soon as the instructions were given, Xiao Aqiao immediately forgot about the previous topic and asked curiously.

"What's going on with Brother Ye?!"

Ye Bai then looked directly at the calendar beside him.

It's already May, less than two months away.

The gunfire of the July 7th Incident was about to fully erupt.

What he needs to do is to thoroughly integrate all the resources at hand.

"We need to get ready!"

Meanwhile, at the Feng Mansion.

When Feng Jingyao learned that the police officers at the gate had killed several more workers, he flew into a rage.

"What exactly happened?! The first time could be considered an accidental discharge, but what about the second time?"

So many people have died, wouldn't it all fall on my shoulders, Feng Jingyao?!

Ding Li, who had rushed back to the Feng Mansion, also lowered his head and spoke.

"Mr. Feng, we can't afford to offend the police station either..."

After all, Feng Jingyao was a businessman, while the police were officials!

"Just because you're from the police station doesn't mean you're all that great."

What if there are murders and arson incidents in the future, and I, Feng Jingyao, am forced to take the blame?!

Do they really think I, Feng Jingyao, am easy to bully?!

After saying that, Feng Jingyao flipped over a table, and the exquisite porcelain cup was violently overturned and smashed to pieces.

After venting his anger, Feng Jingyao took a deep breath and changed the subject.

How is Chengcheng now?

Upon hearing this, Butler Xiang answered truthfully from the side.

"The family doctor has already seen her. It's just that it's the first time she's seen blood, so she was quite frightened. She'll be fine after resting for a while..."

The initial group number is 763480157.

"It's okay."

After suppressing his worries, Feng Jingyao sat down in his chair and fell into deep thought.

Should Feng Jingyao really have to take the blame for this?

Do not!

Feng Jingyao couldn't swallow this insult!

Thinking of this, Feng Jingyao suddenly stood up and spoke directly to the butler, Uncle Xiang, who was standing to the side.

"Send a car, let's go to the French Concession police station."

.......

Soon, Feng Jingyao arrived at the police station with his butler, Uncle Xiang, and Ding Li.

After learning the purpose of Feng Jingyao's visit, Mr. Peel, the consul of the country, and Detective Ma, the head of the police station, appeared in the police station's reception room.

"Mr. Feng, it was just a few lowly workers who died."

Mr. Peel spoke with a somewhat casual tone.

In his eyes, these workers were nothing more than ants.

What's there to argue about?!

As soon as Mr. Peel finished speaking, Inspector Ma from the police station immediately nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Mr. Feng, what's the big deal?! I have an idea. If you're willing to offer a substantial compensation to the deceased, this matter can be resolved peacefully!"

Hearing this, Ding Li, who was behind Feng Jingyao, nodded in agreement, and then lowered his voice to speak to Feng Jingyao.

“That’s right, the poor need money the most; a little money can settle things with them. Mr. Feng, how about we proceed as follows…”

Clearly, Ding Li's thinking had also shifted towards doing things for money.

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jingyao waved his hand to interrupt him.

"It wasn't me who fired the shot, it was the police station!"

If I were to use money to resolve this matter, I, Feng Jingyao, would be completely unable to clear my name.

All the workers will think I sent people to shoot them!

Feng Jingyao spoke very slowly, which clearly expressed his attitude!

"I can't solve this with money; otherwise, it will only make things worse!"

These words were tantamount to slapping the French consul in the face.

At this moment, Mr. Peel, the consul of the country, visibly broke into a smile, then stood up abruptly and said rudely.

"Excuse me, Mr. Feng, I have to go now!"

As Mr. Peel stood up, Inspector Ma, who was standing next to him, also quickly stood up and expressed his opinion.