So for such a huge sum of money, the two punches Qian Min just received were nothing to him. No matter how unhappy he felt, he would not tell anyone about his fake body.
"Have you taken the medicine?" Gao Lingyu asked pretending to be concerned.
"Yeah, I've already eaten."
Zhao Zhihong nodded:
"Brother Gao, don't worry about me. It's getting late. You should go and rest early. I'll call you if anything happens." He waved his hand again.
"Okay, then Boss Zhao, you should lie down and rest early. Brother Ling Yu, I won't disturb you."
After leaving the room and closing the door.
"Section Chief, I think we have to send a few people in. Just the three people around Boss Zhao, I don't think they can be trusted." Takagi Shacha said solemnly, lowering his head.
"That requires Boss Zhao's consent. But Gao Mu, brother, you saw his attitude just now. He doesn't want outsiders to be around him." Gao Lingyu said.
"Does that person named Zhao not even trust our special higher education class?" Takagi raised his eyebrows.
"Whatever, he sent his own people anyway. Whether he can be trusted or not, if he really dies here, it will be his own fault." Gao Lingyu said coldly, with disgust in his eyes.
Takagi felt that it made sense. Indeed, it was not that they were unwilling to protect him, but that Zhao himself did not need them. Then why do they have to serve this Chinese businessman like they are serving their grandson?
Gao Lingyu returned to his suite, sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested.
In the next room, the black fly lying on the wall was still watching Qian Min and the others from the corner.
Half an hour later.
"Ms. Qian, how many days will I have to play?" Zhao Zhihong began to feel a little unable to sit still again, and opened his eyes to ask.
"You don't need to know this, time is over. We will let you leave safely." Qian Min didn't even look at the other party.
"Then what job did Boss Zhao come to Shanghai for?" Zhao Zhihong asked again without giving up. Even though I know I won't get the answer I want.
"Can you please shut your mouth?"
Qian Min's anger began to emerge again, and he gave him a hard look:
"What is your identity? What is Boss Zhao's identity? You are not even as good as a toe of Boss Zhao, so what qualifications do you have to know what he came to Shanghai to do."
"Ms. Qian, you have such a bad temper."
"boom!"
Qian Min couldn't help it anymore and punched him in the abdomen again. But this time, just after the beating, his left hand forcibly covered his mouth and nose to prevent him from making any noise again.
outside the door.
A young man dressed as a waiter, holding a broom and dustpan in his hand, was cleaning the corridor while gradually approaching Takagi Shacha.
Gao Mushacha had noticed this person a long time ago, and he immediately glanced at the opposite person, Yu Qining. Yu Qining is a member of the Ninth Section Action Team, so he is also a subordinate of Takagi Shacha.
Yu Qining could naturally understand what this look meant, and nodded slightly.
When the young man came to them, he stopped again.
"Sir, there are a few cigarette butts at your feet. Could you please give way?" The young man was very polite. With the broom and dustpan in his hand, he was about to clean up the few cigarette butts at Yu Qining's feet.
Yu Qining smiled slightly and stepped aside.
The man started cleaning in a polite manner.
However, when he finished cleaning the ground, two big hands suddenly attacked and instantly took control of one of his arms and broke it behind his back. The other hand also grabbed the back of the young man's neck, and with a pop, he pressed him against the wall.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot you." Yu Qining said coldly.
The young man looked horrified. He could no longer hold the broom and dustpan and dropped them to the ground.
"Master Jun, have mercy on me. I'm just a cleaner. Cleaning here is my daily job. I'm really not a bad person."
"Stop talking nonsense and behave yourself. As long as there are no problems, we will let you go." Yu Qining had no intention of letting go.
Several plain-clothed Japanese men nearby immediately stepped forward and groped the young man's body everywhere. A minute later, they only found two keys to the Peace Hotel from each other.
The two keys are printed with 507 and 508 respectively.
"Who lives in these two rooms?" Yu Qining asked coldly.
"Master Jun, there is no one living in these two rooms. The guests inside have already checked out. The younger one took them with him to prepare for cleaning."
"Then what are you doing here on the sixth floor?"
"Master Jun, I came down from the seventh floor. The seventh floor, the sixth floor, and the fifth floor are the responsibility of the hygiene of these three floors. I clean them one by one. This is just my habit." The young man said. Still terrified, my calves were shaking.
"What happened?" At this time, the door of room 607 was pushed open, and Gao Lingyu and Maori Chuying walked out of the room one after another.
Gao Lingyu's eyes immediately focused on Yu Qinian and the young man.
"Search, this person is suspicious? He seems to be a hotel cleaner, but in fact, my subordinates observed that he approached this place with a purpose." Gao Mu Shacha came to Gao Lingyu to report.
"Eh? Are you Japanese?" The young man who was pressed against the wall was shocked and suddenly became more and more frightened.
In their eyes, the Japanese are like wolves and wild beasts. Every one of them is a demon that eats people without spitting out bones. If he falls into their hands, can he still survive?
"Did you find anything on him?" Gao Lingyu asked.
Takagi Shacha shook his head.
"Go to the hotel manager and ask to see if this person is there. If not, let them know and tell them that we have taken him away."
"Hi, principal!"
"Yoshida, Yu Sang, you two come with me!"
Ten minutes later, Takagi Shacha and the others returned, followed by a bright-looking middle-aged man.
The opponent's eyes are blue, but his skin is yellowish, and his eyes are black, but his facial features are three-dimensional. At first glance, he looks like a mixed race.
"Section Chief, this person's name is Feisen. He is the supervisor who manages the staff of this hotel." Takagi Shacha reported.
"Mr. Fei, save me, I'm innocent. These Japanese are unreasonable and arrested me for no reason. They... they still want to beat me!" Seeing Fei Sen, the young man felt like he had met a hero. Shout out for help.
"Who among you can keep his word?" Fei Sen glanced coldly at Gao Lingyu and the other nine people.
"Me." Gao Lingyu looked at him.
"Are you also Chinese?"
"Yes, but I work for the imperial army." Gao Lingyu replied.
"I don't care who you are doing this, I will tell you immediately to let go of my people."
Faison spoke unceremoniously:
"This is the French Concession, the territory of the French, not your Japanese-occupied area. I will not allow you Japanese to do whatever you want here!"
