Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The news spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of Shanghai.

"The young man was murdered, and the consulate was raided!"

"Who did this? Who's so reckless as to touch the notebook?"

"It was the same unit that entered the city this morning; I heard it was led by a child."

"A kid? You're kidding me."

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes. An eight or nine-year-old child, wearing a little suit, was standing next to the tank."

The police station was in complete chaos.

The phone kept ringing, the telegrams ticked away, some people packed their things to run away, and others stood by the window in a daze.

Huang Jinrong smoked a cigarette, his face ashen.

"Detective, what's the situation with the Japanese?" the deputy asked cautiously.

Huang Jinrong said, "What can we do? Nothing. Those people have tanks and cannons. What am I supposed to use to stop them?"

"But up there..."

"The higher-ups? They're in dire straits themselves right now."

Huang Jinrong picked up the hat. "Let's go take a look."

Several police cars were already running outside the police station.

Huang Jinrong got into the car, which headed towards the Japanese consulate.

The streets were full of people; some were running, some were shouting, and some were carrying things home.

Several Japanese people dressed in kimonos were blocked on the side of the road, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

The soldiers, guns at the ready, surrounded them.

Huang Jinrong glanced out the car window and saw gunshots ring out. The Japanese soldiers fell into pools of blood.

Huang Jinrong froze for a moment, his whole body stiffened, and he remained motionless. A soldier walked over and pointed a gun at his head.

"What are you doing? Do you know that guy from earlier?"

Huang Jinrong quickly waved his hand in denial, saying, "I don't know him, I don't know him. We're from the police station. We heard there was some commotion outside, so we came out."

"You'd better not know us. Go back now. Our Huaxia Independent Brigade has taken over Shanghai."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Huang Jinrong dared not say more and quickly agreed, telling the driver to leave the spot as soon as possible, until they had gone a hundred meters away.

"Detective, we..."

"Back to the police station."

"Is that all?"

"Forget it? What else can I do if I don't? If you want to die, I won't stop you."

Huang Jinrong lit a cigarette. "Those people were serious, not just bluffing. Didn't you see it just now? They killed Japanese without even blinking an eye."

The world in Shanghai is about to change.

Inside the Municipal Council building in the French Concession, senior officials were holding an emergency meeting.

Representatives from the United States, the United States, and the United States looked solemn.

"What exactly is the background of that unit?"

"I don't know, the intelligence department is still investigating."

"If they kill Xiao Rizi, will they take action against the foreign concessions?"

"Probably not, we're neutral..."

A middle-aged man in a suit rushed in, his face pale: "It's terrible! The Japanese trading company has been raided, not a single person was left alive. The police tried to stop them, and dozens of them were killed."

The conference room erupted in chaos.

The representative from the United Kingdom stood up: "Protest! Strong protest! This is an invasion of our concession!"

The Ukrainian representative, his face ashen, declared, "We must negotiate with their commander!"

The French representative nodded in agreement.

After arguing for a long time, they decided to send a delegation to negotiate with Lin Tian's troops.

When the delegates left the British concession, they were stunned by the sight before them.

Several Type 04A infantry fighting vehicles were parked at the entrance, their machine gun turrets pointed at the building entrance.

The command vehicle door opened, and Lin Tian stepped out, looking up at the few foreigners with high noses and blue eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Which one of you is the consul?"

The representative from the United Kingdom stepped forward: "I am the consul of the United Kingdom, and on behalf of the consuls of all countries, I lodge a strong protest—"

"Protest invalid."

Lin Tian interrupted him, "This is Chinese land, not your concession. We welcome you to do business and live here."

But if you dare to harbor the Japanese or collude with them, don't blame me for being ruthless and handing over your comfortable life.

The representative from the United States looked ashen-faced as if he had swallowed a fly, his lips trembling as he tried to speak.

The U.S. representative tugged at his sleeve, leaned closer, and whispered, "Don't be impulsive, they have tanks."

The representative from the United States swallowed back the words he was about to say, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

"I want to see your commander."

"That's me."

Richard, the representative from the Eagle Nation, was stunned, looking the eight-year-old child up and down: "You...?!"

"What? It doesn't look like it?"

Richard, the representative of the Eagle Nation, opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, his face full of disbelief. "A doll is a commander? Are you kidding me?"

Having worked at the consulate in China for over a decade, I've met officials of all ranks and dealt with all sorts of warlords.

I've never heard of an eight-year-old child being a commander.

"You... what are you talking about?" Richard's voice trembled slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

"You think I'm a joke?"

"No, no, I'm a joke."

Richard was terrified and quickly denied it, thinking that if he laughed again, he would never be able to laugh again, as the soldiers around him were fully armed and staring at him with cold eyes.

He would be riddled with bullets if the child gave the order.

Lin Tian turned to the officer beside him and said, "Pass down the order: enter the British concession directly. Leave no one alive, not even the lowest-ranking officials."

"yes!"

The tank started up, its tracks rolling over the road, and headed towards the British concession.

Richard's face turned pale instantly, and he reached out to block Lin Tian's way: "You can't do this! This is a concession, a concession of the Great Eagle Empire! You have no right to enter! This is a diplomatic incident!"

Lin Tian stopped and tilted his head to look at him: "Concession? Eagle Empire? This is China. I'll say it again, this is Chinese territory."

I won't interfere with your business dealings or residence here, but if you dare to stop me, I won't hesitate to take care of you all as well.

Richard protested, "This land was given to us by Empress Dowager Cixi. It is the territory of our Great Eagle Empire. You are not allowed to enter."

"boom!"

The tank next to Lin Tian fired a shell at a nearby building without hesitation, causing it to explode.

Richard and the others were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Lin Tian coldly replied, "When did a wild old sow give way to the Han Chinese people of China?"

Richard's gaze froze in the ruins, unsure whether to look away or not.

He looked at the tanks, the armored vehicles, and the dark muzzles of the cannons, and finally stepped aside to make way.

Lin Tian stopped looking at him and got into the command vehicle.

The convoy continued onward, heading into the British concession.

Richard stood there, watching the steel behemoths drive past him, watching the turrets spin above his head, his legs trembling, his back covered in cold sweat.

"Consul, what should we do?" the deputy asked, his voice trembling.

Richard wiped the sweat from his brow: "Quickly send a telegram to the Great Eagle Empire and report the situation here."

"yes!"

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