It's not too late for the first time

There are many books in Yang Muchu's study.

Most of them are about medicine and economics, and some are about current affairs and war.

However, the book spread out in front of him at this moment does not belong to any of the above categories.

It can barely be called philosophy.

Because on the opened page, it is a sigh of the great philosopher Nietzsche in his later years——

I thought many people I knew - mostly friends - would outlive me, but they all passed away, and God better watch out, a crown of glory is fading.

Yes, in fade.

Yang Muchu sneered, and gently brushed aside the book in hand.

His expression was tense, and his brows were also furrowed. At this moment, he finally raised his head to look at the person opposite - Yang Muci was standing upright with his head slightly lowered.

The light in the study room was brighter, but his jaw just sank in a shadow, which also happened to hide the bruise at the corner of his mouth.

But even if he couldn't see clearly, Yang Muchu knew his injury.

It was thanks to his punch.

He looked at the person who was still standing silently for a while, looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own, and finally sighed silently——

"Tell me, you're hiding everything from me."

Everything you hide.

Yang Muchu tapped the table with his fingers.

And not just the assassinations he's already uncovered.

And what he already knew, these days the other party used his identity to spare no effort to help the Communist Party.

And now, what he has already anticipated is the possible decision of the other party regarding the Hongmen Banquet set up by Xu Yuzhen.

……

This one thing, step by step, step by step, is almost seamless.

Thinking of the fool in front of him, who is obviously smart, but is willing to be used step by step until he sacrifices his life, Yang Muchu looked at Ah Ci who raised his head with a sullen expression.

Yang Muci was looking back at him calmly, and frankly confessed the tasks he had received these days.

After a pause, he tried to smile again in the obviously low-pressure atmosphere: "Brother, don't rush over impulsively next time, I almost..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Muchu stood up——

"Impulsive? You know impulsive too?! Are you impulsive when you plan to go to the Japanese tea room?"

After Yang Muchu finished speaking, he didn't care about the other party's reaction, but just paced back and forth a little restlessly.

He knew that his younger brother would not confess to him.

He is worried about him, but he has no consciousness of being worried at all.

Why do you stay here?

Is it just to watch him die?

It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to save his life, he would not hesitate to give it up for his mission.

Yang Muchu was thinking depressedly...

What is a brother?

In fact, in this world, especially now that wars are raging, I don’t know how many brothers have turned against each other and sisters have turned against each other.

As for them, they haven't seen each other for many years, and their childhood lives are very different, and their growing environments are also very different.

Is it not enough for him to trust and rely on himself just by relying on that bloodline?

……

Are you impulsive to go to the tea room for an appointment?

Hearing this, Yang Muchi was shocked for a while.

The fact that Xu Yuzhen hosted a banquet was telegraphed by the Kuomintang to the Communist Party, and then Xia Yuechun came to him. How did his elder brother know?

But before he could figure it out, Yang Muchu went on to say——

"Don't you think that the matter can only be resolved if you go to the appointment? Do you think that they hand over the life and death of Shanghai to you so easily?"

His tone was indignant: "The Kuomintang has already contacted the Japanese garrison. Xu Yuzhen acted privately this time. Japan wants to occupy Shanghai peacefully. With the aid of Shanghai's economic prosperity, they will not sit idly by.

"As for the Communist Party, you actually know better than me. How much they think that something will happen to me and make you stiff! These days, they have tasted the sweetness of you taking my place... and the last assassination, Although they didn't do it directly, they can't get rid of it..."

Finally, word by word, he curled his lips and said with a smile—"He keeps talking about the righteousness of the country, and he doesn't care about the safety of others."

After walking back and forth a few more steps, Yang Muchu took the ice pack that the servant had put on the table long ago, and pressed it heavily on the corner of Yang Muchu's mouth——

"Think about it yourself!"

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☆, this pair of brothers, collide