The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 357 Handed over to the Qing Gang
His face flushed and he was about to say something back at the arrogant boy.

Zhang Tinglan leaned forward slightly, folded his hands on the table and said calmly: "Boss Huang, as the saying goes, people are shaped by the land they live in - Northeastern men are always straightforward, so please don't blame us."

"It's just that my brother's words are hard to hear, but what does Boss Huang say about this matter?"

"As soon as the commander arrived in Shanghai, he was poisoned... and then he was assassinated again and again. All of this undoubtedly points to you, Boss Huang!"

Huang Jinrong was somewhat unable to contain himself, but Du Yuesheng, who was sitting below him, gave him a look and shook his head silently with the smallest movement.

The two exchanged glances at the fastest speed, but Du Yuesheng lowered his head and let out a series of relaxed laughs.

Even Jiang Cheng was a little confused now - but he knew very well that Du Yuesheng's gesture at this moment must have a deep meaning.

He quickly exchanged glances with the Zhang brothers, and the new gangster boss in front of him, who had just turned thirty, pushed the armrest of the chair and stood up.

As if completely ignoring the extremely wary looks of the three young men, Du Yuesheng slowly made a bowing gesture.

Then he turned towards the door of the large hall, suddenly raised his hands and clapped his hands to the bound feet under the corridor.

"you……"

Zhang Tingshu was stunned, but he still kept his composure.

But then the three of them were secretly shocked at the same time: Du Yuesheng's men, escorting three men covered in blood, were walking towards this side.

They were all beaten beyond recognition, and one of them even had both legs completely broken.

The three of them must have been tied up in the wind and rain outside the Du Mansion. I don’t know how long they were frozen...even their skin turned purple.

Pretty cruel huh?

"Master Du, what are you planning to do with these three bloody messes?"

Du Yuesheng turned his gaze and smiled at Jiang Cheng, as gentle as the warm sun: "Master Jiang, let me explain this misunderstanding!"

"The three people you saw are the ones who really intended to assassinate you."

"The gunshots from St. John's had just started, and the little feet of the Green Gang on the ground had already pinned them down—"

Huang Jinrong then took over the conversation and said slowly: "Master Jiang, forgive me for being frank... Huang said that he had never committed murder or robbery in all these years in Shanghai. I'm afraid even the Ox-Head and Horse-Face would not believe it!"

"But there is no hatred between you and me, so why would Huang want to assassinate you? These things... are just dirty things that the subordinates planned to do after receiving bribes!"

Zhang Tingshu quickly turned his gaze back... The second son of the Zhang family clearly didn't believe it. In his opinion, the Qing Gang found that their feet had kicked the steel plate, so they were looking for someone to take the blame.

But Jiang Cheng felt that although Huang Jinrong wanted to find someone to take the blame, his words were not completely nonsense.

Coldly observing the other party's increasingly calm expression, Jiang Cheng was certain of one thing: with such a big business as Huang Jinrong, how could he offend the army and foreigners just for a mere hundred or twenty thousand?
It is true that he is eager to clear himself of the matter, but it is also true that he is innocent.

Jiang Cheng tilted his body slightly and made a gesture to Zhang Tinglan under the table.

The latter immediately understood, put his hands on the table and stood up and said: "Boss Huang, St. John is your territory after all... Such a big thing has happened,"

Before he could finish his words, Du Yuesheng on the side waved his hand, signaling his men to pull the three pieces of blood and flesh away, interrupting Zhang Tinglan and saying, "Mr. Zhang is right - if something like this happens, the Green Gang is naturally to blame."

"So, we are willing to cooperate with Master Jiang and help you vent your anger!"

Jiang Cheng was waiting for them to say this.

"Haha, now that both gentlemen have expressed their opinions, I will not hide it anymore."

After saying this, he suddenly reached into his arms and slammed the box he had taken from the assassin onto the table. "Now, we can be considered allies."

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It was almost noon when we came out of Du Mansion.

The continuous rain for several days finally stopped a little, but the sky was still not clear. The entire road was flooded and the temperature dropped below freezing.

"The people in Shanghai are so dishonest! Why don't they treat us to a meal when it's time for dinner?"

As Zhang Tingshu walked, he folded his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky. The heavy cumulonimbus clouds were fading.

The atmosphere in the entire Du Mansion was so depressing that the three of them felt uncomfortable. Before the car had driven far, Jiang Cheng suggested taking a walk.

The cement road was fresh after the rain. Although white steam was constantly coming out of their mouths and noses, they could actually feel a faint warmth on their bodies.

"I'm inviting you to eat. Do you really dare to eat at his house?"

Facing his brother's mocking questioning, Zhang Tingshu laughed instead: "Why, are you still afraid of poisoning the three of us? Give him some courage!"

Zhang Tinglan smiled bitterly and shook his head, but turned his eyes away without leaving a trace: "Feilan, what do you think? Can the Qing Gang... be trusted?"

Jiang Cheng said nothing.

Is it credible or not? In Shanghai, a place where all kinds of people mix, if you want to catch all the Japanese infiltrates in one fell swoop, it is far more reliable for the gangs to do it than the patrolmen or even the police department.

He silently took out a cigarette from the inside pocket of his suit, and Zhang Tinglan beside him carefully took out a match and gave it to him.

Jiang Cheng was startled, and handed the cigarette he was about to smoke to him, and then took out two and handed them to Zhang Tingshu...

These noblemen, who are definitely considered powerful and influential in the Northeast, were squatting and smoking in the deserted streets of Shanghai after the rain, accompanied by their bodyguards.

"The Green Gang is powerful, and no other group knows Shanghai better than them."

Jiang Cheng stared at the carriages and cars in the distance and continued, "Behind us is the entire Northeast and Fengtian Army. Whether it's Huang Jinrong or Du Yuesheng, cooperating with me, Jiang Cheng, is far better than following Benzi."

Zhang Tingshu agreed: "Shanghai has been almost divided up by Britain, France, Germany and other European countries... but the Japanese can't stand it."

Jiang Cheng smiled: "You are indeed Xue'er's brother, you are very smart... Seeing that the French are cooperating with us, how can the Qing Gang not smell the fishy smell?"

"We are different. When we have something good, we share it with everyone. When we bring something in, we can show the Green Gang some of their benefits. We don't have to worry about them not helping us."

Zhang Tinglan held the cigarette in her hand and lowered her brows: "From what you said, are you determined to catch the assassin?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head and smiled: "In fact, when I found that bastard box, I already knew that the Japanese were behind it."

"We can't settle accounts with them in Shanghai. At most, we can arrest a few of them who are on the front line."

"Let the Green Gang take care of these people - let's go back to Changchun after we've negotiated the deal, and there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with those dogs behind the scenes!"

The two brothers exchanged glances, both of them showing excitement about the battle.

"Hey, shouldn't we find a place to feed our mouths? We were just talking about eating!"

Jiang Cheng grinned, "Don't you think it's inappropriate to let a warlord starve to death on the streets of Shanghai?"

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