Wind Chaser: Rebirth in the 18th Year of the Republic of China

Wei Ruchuan walked to the exit and suddenly saw that there were fences installed here and dozens of police officers guarding there.

He held the briefcase and hid not far away, watching.

Judging from the current situation, he might not be able to leave here right away, so he has to find a way to send the documents out.

"You must strictly guard the entrances and exits and not let any suspect escape!"

The team leader solemnly instructed his men, and decisive responses came from the side:

"Yes!"

Wei Ruchuan quietly left here, avoiding patrolmen along the way, and went to the dance hall in the concession.

At this time, Jin Bihui was drinking with Xian'er. They each had a cigar and watched the Kabuki performance with great interest.

"I'm tired of watching the dances here. The little songs in this country are more interesting. And the girls here wear cheongsams with their white legs exposed, which is really exciting."

Xian'er looked intoxicated and couldn't help but look at Jin Bihui's chest.

Jin Bihui's eyes turned cold, and he looked disgusted as he thought of something that happened a long time ago, and he changed the subject calmly.

"Commander Xian'er, you will be going to Marco Polo Bridge soon. It's not as prosperous as the concessions there, so you'll have to live a hard life.

Before you leave, I will treat you and I will definitely find you a beautiful singing girl to serve you."

After hearing this, Xian'er's gaze moved away from Jin Bihui's chest. He was quite satisfied that this 'Mr. Jin' was sensible.

However, Kenji had no complaints about the Emperor's arrangements.

"It's just a matter of leading troops to a garrison. It's normal to suffer. Aren't soldiers the hardest hit in any country?"

He picked up the wine glass with a smile and drank it all in one gulp.

Jin Bihui also drank a glass of wine, and he seemed to see a familiar figure in his peripheral vision.

He was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked, but there was no trace of the man.

Although it was just a flash, that person was definitely the Communist who had injured his leg before.

"Commander, drink first. I'll be out for a while."

Jin Bihui put down his wine glass and walked towards the direction where he had just spotted Wei Ruchuan.

This is the Japanese Concession. That man was so brave that he dared to come here alone. It looks like he will die here today.

The rooms here are all Japanese-style buildings, and there are kabuki actors and guests in almost every room. That person would definitely not just walk into a room casually as he would definitely be noticed by the people in the room. The only possibility is that he went to the bathroom at the end.

Jin Bihui took out the gun from his waist, held it in his hand, and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

Most of the guests here are men, so the restroom is set up for men, and the ladies' is on the other side.

There is no door in the bathroom, but there is a simple curtain on it. Once it is opened, you can see the whole picture inside.

Before he reached out his hand, he heard a noise from inside.

At that moment, Jin Bihui held the gun in one hand and suddenly opened the curtain with the other.

There was only a middle-aged warrior relieving himself, and no one else was inside.

The warrior was very dissatisfied with Jin Bihui's behavior, but when he saw that he had a gun in his hand and was dressed in unusual clothes, he dared not say anything.

"Did anyone else come in just now?"

Jin Bihui looked stern, he didn't believe that he had made a mistake in his judgment. At present, this was the only place that person was most likely to come from.

"No, no, I didn't see anyone else when I came in to relieve myself."

The warrior was nervous, fearing that the man in front of him would vent his anger and shoot him.

Jin Bihui ignored him and went straight in to check. Indeed, there was no one else inside except this warrior.