Chance

Yu Jiale recalled every detail of his afternoon probing of the liaison officer, the images instantly unfolding vividly in his mind. The man's evasive answers and feigned composure, his stiff posture—all now seemed riddled with flaws. "There was definitely something wrong!"

"I must notify my superiors immediately!" His temples were throbbing with anger as he grabbed the phone and dialed.

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "Do you have any solid evidence that he's a spy? These are extraordinary times, and there's a high chance that supplies will be bombed. Is it possible that he leaked the information beforehand? If we casually suspect comrades sent down from above, it will undermine morale, do you understand?"

You Jiale gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white, his chest tightening. A dismissive "no evidence" felt like a bucket of ice water poured over him. But he knew this wasn't the time to act impulsively; he had to find another way, he had to make that ghost reveal itself.

The next day, You Jiale planned to tie the man up and interrogate him. When the man saw him, he remained relatively calm and politely asked, "Comrade Shanhe, what's the matter?"

You Jiale put on a seemingly casual smile, "It's nothing, I brought you some good Pu'er tea to try. You must be feeling bored recuperating here all by yourself, right?"

The liaison officer's eyes flickered for a moment, as if surprised, but he quickly calmed down and said with a smile, "Comrade Shanhe is really thoughtful."

The aroma of tea wafted through the air, but the atmosphere in the room felt strangely off. The two chatted idly, their words tinged with probing.

At the same time, the third brother had already passed the message to Zhang Xiande: "Young Master! Mr. You has gone outside the city to find that underground party member again!"

Upon hearing the phone call, Zhang Xiande didn't have time to think much; he grabbed his coat and rushed out.

The aroma of tea wafted through the room, but a suffocating atmosphere permeated the air. You Jiale knew that the other party had indeed noticed something. From the liaison officer's probing glances and words, he had already confirmed his suspicions.

"We can't delay any longer!" You Jiale's heart tightened. She picked up her teacup and took a sip as if nothing was wrong.

The liaison officer stared intently at You Jiale: "Comrade Shanhe, the flavor of your tea is truly rich and delicious. I haven't had such good tea in a long time..."

"You shouldn't have been discovered, right?" He remained calm. "Of course, I specifically asked them to bring the best Pu'er tea in the shop, saying it has a very authentic taste, you'll get used to it."

"Thank you, Comrade Shanhe, for always remembering me."

Yu Jiale's nerves were on edge!

The moment he saw the other person's hand reach behind him, You Jiale suddenly stood up and rammed into them hard.

"Bang!" The teacup shattered on the ground. Caught off guard, the liaison officer leaned back, his hand gripping the gun wobbled, and the muzzle veered off course. With a "bang," the bullet grazed Yu Jiale's shoulder.

You Jiale had anticipated this moment; she had put a sleeping potion in the tea cake and had taken the antidote beforehand.

To be on the safe side, he ordered five times the usual amount, and fearing the other party might become suspicious, he bought the strongest-tasting Pu'er tea.

The liaison officer pretended to be knocked unconscious, keeping his eyes tightly closed.

Almost at the same time the gunshot rang out, the people who had been waiting outside the teahouse heard the commotion and rushed in immediately.

"Don't kill him! Leave him alive!" You Jiale shouted.

However, just as Zhang Xiande's men were about to approach, the man who had been feigning unconscious suddenly opened his eyes! His gaze was fierce and cunning, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Almost simultaneously, he raised his gun again, aiming it at You Jiale, and "Bang!" another shot rang out.

As soon as Zhang Xiande reached the door, he heard gunshots from inside the house and saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at You Jiale again. Without thinking twice, the next second, You Jiale was pushed away by a force.

The bullet struck Zhang Xiande in the back!

You Jiale clearly heard the muffled thud, and warm liquid splashed onto his face. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw Zhang Xiande's tall body blocking him, bright red blood slowly seeping from his back.

This was the first time You Jiale had experienced a gunfight so closely. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. He felt an indescribable fear and panic, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"No...it's nothing..." Zhang Xiande tried to comfort him. After saying that, everything went black, and he collapsed towards You Jiale.

The liaison officer was pinned to the ground by Zhang Xiande's men, and his gun was taken away.

You Jiale frantically caught the fallen Zhang Xiande, pressing his hand against the bleeding wound. "Zhang Xiande, Zhang Xiande, get him to the hospital quickly, hurry!!!" he shouted in a trembling voice, pressing his hands against the blood on Zhang Xiande's back, but he couldn't stop it at all.