Zhang Tongjue stared at the young man in front of him.

He already looked very weak.

His face was pale, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his lips were dark, and due to long-term illness, his body was filled with a faint bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine. The blue shirt was loose on him, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Are you the Night Watchman?"

Le Jing glanced at him and replied calmly, "Yes, I am."

Just as Zhang Tongjue was looking at him, he was also looking at Zhang Tongjue. At this time, Zhang Tongjue was just a young man in his 30s. Of course, according to the standards of the Republic of China at that time, he was already a middle-aged man.

He was overweight, with a beer belly and a amiable smile on his fat face. He looked like a kind and friendly uncle next door. No one would associate him with a murderous gangster.

"Are you Zhang Tongjue?"

"Why, not?"

"It's true," Le Jing answered seriously, "The old saying is true, you can't judge a person by his appearance."

Zhang Tongjue was not angry either. For a dying man, he always had a good temper.

He looked at Li Jingran tolerantly, even showing a very friendly smile, his eyes hinted at inquiry: "What do you want from me?"

"It's just that before I die, I want to see who wants to kill me." Le Jing smiled calmly, "Now I'm going to die of illness, are you happy?"

Zhang Tongjue was not surprised that Li Jingran knew this - otherwise why would Li Jingran come to him? He also had his own guesses about who told Li Jingran about this, and he was not worried about what Li Jingran would do - before letting him in, his men had already conducted a thorough body search on Li Jingran, and could ensure that he did not have any weapons on him.

How could an unarmed and seriously ill teenager plot against him who had practiced martial arts since childhood and was surrounded by bodyguards?

So in response to Le Jing's question, he gave a subtle and complacent smile, and said frankly: "To be honest, I'm very happy. It would be too dangerous for you to survive. It would cause great trouble to this country."

The young man raised his eyebrows and said pointedly, "Will it cause trouble to the country? I don't think so. Will it cause trouble to the current government's rule?"

Zhang Tongjue's eyes darkened slightly, but he still smiled and said, "Without the current government, where would the Republic of China come from? Do you think that if there are problems with the government, the people of this country can remain unscathed?"

The young man shook his head in disapproval, his amber eyes met his with an unyielding and sparkling expression. "No, you are wrong. It is the people who created the country and the people who chose the government. If the government has problems and cannot solve them, then the people will naturally elect a new government to manage the country in their place. Even if this process is accompanied by blood and war, it is the result of the people's will."

Zhang Tongjue took a deep breath and barely resisted the urge to shoot him. He told himself that Li Jingran was going to die soon and he didn't need to get angry over the nonsense of a dying person.

This afternoon, he was eating in the private room of the restaurant where he usually eats. But he heard someone wanted to see him. If it was any other person, Zhang Tongjue would definitely send him away, but the person who came was not an ordinary person, but a night watchman. So he met him.

The three words "night watchman" used to be a thorn in his side.

He first heard of this writer through the novel Memoirs of a Geisha.

He had also read this novel, which was indeed a good work, but the content still could not get rid of the weakness and naivety that intellectuals are accustomed to.

Does the Night Watchman think that this article can improve the situation of prostitutes? Can it make China abolish the prostitution system?

In the final analysis, Memoirs of a Famous Courtesan can do nothing more than elicit a few tears from its readers.

What really made him take Le Jing to heart and feel that this person was somewhat dangerous was the novel he published later, "The Last Person Who Doesn't Take Drugs".

The novel was not long, only about 20,000 to 30,000 words, but he read it very slowly, feeling a chill in his heart and a little unhappy.

After reading the entire novel, the first thought that came to his mind was that this work must be banned as soon as possible.

He saw some horrible things in this work, which he could not describe, but the only thing that was certain was that if this article was circulated, it would affect his opium business to some extent.

Zhang Tongjue has never underestimated the powerful force of ideology and public opinion. As someone who personally experienced the revolution that overthrew the monarchy, he understands the horror of ideology better than anyone else.

He thought that he might have made a mistake. Although the Night Watchman was a little weak and naive, he had good writing skills and his works were very inspiring and threatening.

He sent someone to check on the night watchman.

Then we know that the night watchman is named Li Jingran, born in Fengtian Li family. This time he had a falling out with his family and came to Beijing with his younger sister to make a living. Fengtian Li family is indeed rich and powerful in the local area, but this is Beiping, and the Li family cannot reach Beiping.

So he asked Chen Si to contact Zhang Minchang, the chief of police in Peiping, and have him lock up the night watchman for a few days to teach him a lesson so that he would understand what to say and what not to say.

But until then, he didn't really take the Night Watch seriously.

There are many writers who have written extraordinary works, and Night Watchman is not the only one who has proposed the idea of banning smoking. The reason why Zhang Tongjue wanted to lock up Night Watchman was because he felt very uncomfortable reading "The Last Man Who Doesn't Take Drugs", so he wanted to teach Night Watchman a lesson.

Later, when he heard that Li Jingran was released on bail by Marshal Xue, he just raised his eyebrows in surprise and secretly felt grateful for his good luck.

I think "Memoirs of a Famous Courtesan" is still somewhat useful. Isn't this just to please Marshal Xue's concubine who has become a good woman, and let her lobby for the night watchmen?

However, even if Marshal Xue released Li Jingran on bail, it did not mean that Li Jingran would be fine from now on, nor did it mean that Li Jingran could continue to write these "forbidden" things.

As expected.

Soon, news came that Li Jingran was banned.

After all, Marshal Xue’s military pay could only be raised through opium taxes.

Due to his busy schedule, he quickly put the name Li Jingran aside. It was not until after the New Year that he heard the name Li Jingran again. By then, he had returned to Shanghai.

The dispute between him and the Li family was widely reported in the newspapers, and even the Shanghai newspapers reported on it. Of course, he also read Li Jingran's response, "The Animal Path", and it was this article that completely made Li Jingran a thorn in his heart.

Be it "The Last Person Who Doesn't Take Drugs" or "The Animal Path", why does Li Jingran, at such a young age, always write articles that make him uncomfortable?

It was at that time that he saw through Li Jingran: this guy was born with a rebellious nature and should not be underestimated.

But "The Animal Path" did not infringe on his interests, and he was not the kind of pervert who would kill someone just because he felt a little uncomfortable. What really made him want to kill Li Jingran was an incident that happened later.

A contact within the party contacted him and gave him one thing: find out who the author of "Rise of Dynasties" is and kill him.

Zhang Tongjue had helped his superiors many times before.

The work "Dynasty Rise" is so famous! Not only is he following it, but many brothers in the gang are also obsessed with it.

Of course, he would not let his personal feelings affect his work, but he was still a little curious why his superiors wanted to kill Lin Zhongqi?

The reason is simple, because there is a red ghost hidden in "Rise of Dynasties".

Knowing this, he carefully reread "The Rise of Dynasties".

He couldn't sleep that night.

His mind was filled with murderous intent towards Li Jingran.

Li Jingran must die, he realized this very clearly.

This 17-year-old boy hides a terrifying monster in his body! His mind is the most dangerous weapon in the world!

This horrible thought was packaged by his superb writing skills to sound exceptionally gentle and harmless, and as expected, even he had not realized it before!

If he hadn't been awakened by the contact this time, would he have been brainwashed into a believer of the red ideology? How many people in China have been successfully brainwashed? Whenever he thought of this, he couldn't sleep or eat.

The Night's Watch must be killed as soon as possible!

So he immediately planned the assassination against the Night Watch, but what he didn't expect was that the sure plan had a variable - there was a traitor among them!

Liao Fang!

This little person whom he had never taken seriously before betrayed him! It was not appropriate to say that he betrayed him, because he was originally a spy sent by someone else!

He disrupted the assassination attempt and successfully let Li Jingran escape!

"Do you know what I want to do when I come to see you today?"

Li Jingran's voice broke his thoughts. He retracted his wandering gaze and turned his attention back to the sickly young man in front of him. The anger that had just arisen in his heart was suddenly replaced by pleasure.

What if Liao Fang had done everything he could to rescue Li Jingran? He was still dying of illness!

He was in a good mood and curled his lips, "Aren't you here to see me?"

An inexplicable light flashed across the young man's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a sly smile.

Zhang Tongjue felt a little strange about this weird smile, "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Because you guessed wrong." Le Jing laughed and said, "I came here to kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless guns pointed at Le Jing from behind Zhang Tongjue. Zhang Tongjue waved his hand, signaling them not to be nervous. He looked at Le Jing and repeated with some amusement: "Just you?"

The boy was panting, his cheeks were as red as cherries, and he looked like he had a high fever. Zhang Tongjue didn't need the bodyguards behind him, he could kill him with just one finger.

Le Jing sighed helplessly and shook his head in disappointment: "Yes, I can't kill you now. If I move a little bit now, I will be beaten to death, right?"

Zhang Tongjue loosened his collar, feeling a little short of breath, and smiled smugly: "I'm glad you understand."

"So..." Under the countless gunshots, Le Jing stood up tremblingly, meeting Zhang Tongjue's contemptuous gaze, he smiled brightly: "Have you ever heard of a common man's anger?"

"What..." Zhang Tongjue's voice was interrupted by several gunshots downstairs. He was stunned for a second, and before he could react, he was caught off guard by the young man's burning eyes, which seemed to be burning with wildfire.

'not good! '

He became alert and instinctively wanted to stand up, but he felt dizzy, weak all over, and had difficulty breathing.

"What did you do to me?" He twisted his face and glared at the boy in front of him reflexively.

Le Jing's vision was actually blurred, and he couldn't see Zhang Tongjue's expression at the moment, but from his heavy breathing, he knew that he was not doing well either.

How can it be easy?

After all, he had deliberately changed into this set of clothes soaked in concentrated cyanide before going upstairs. In this era, there was no awareness of cyanide poisoning, so the unique bitter almond scent of cyanide would not be a precaution.

Cyanide is a deadly chemical that can cause poisoning not only through oral ingestion and physical contact, but also through inhalation. In other words, Le Jing is now a walking poisonous person.

Le Jing was breathing heavily and his body was convulsing. He knew that he was suffering from acute cyanide poisoning and would die in two minutes at most.

But it doesn't matter.

Because in just a few minutes, Zhang Tongjue would also be dead.

"Are you having trouble breathing and your vision blurry now?" Le Jing gasped for breath while laughing, "Why should I come to find you? I'm about to die, so of course I'm here to be buried with you!"

Zhang Tongjue's eyes were red with anger, and he roared, "You poisoned me?! When?!"

Le Jing laughed and rushed towards Zhang Tongjue: "Do you think I will tell you?"

"What are you waiting for! Kill him for me!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." The sound of gunfire continued, and the hot bullets hit his body, making a dull sound.

It hurts so much.

Was Huang Jiguang in so much pain back then?

Le Jing tried hard to open his eyes wide and looked through the window. He seemed to see the busy streets outside the window, and seemed to see the peaceful and prosperous times a hundred years later.

He suddenly remembered a passage from the Bible: I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness.

But there are still some regrets.

In the end, he still couldn't see the dawn...

The darkness came with great force and completely crushed Le Jing.

When Liao Fang led his men to the second floor, he saw this scene:

The young man's blue shirt had long since turned into a bloody shirt, with countless bloody holes on his body. He opened his arms, facing the raging gunfire. His thin and weak but straight body swayed in the gunfire like a fallen leaf in the wind.

"No!!!"

Amid his grief-stricken cries, the boy's body fell heavily to the ground, splattering blood.

Li Jingran opened his eyes, his amber pupils were dim and lifeless, and there was still a melancholy smile at the corners of his mouth.

On August 24, 1926, the famous revolutionary and writer Li Jingran was shot to death by the Green Gang reactionaries at the age of 17.

The author has something to say:

The next chapter is a grand funeral hehehe!

Then comes the much-anticipated extra chapters from later generations!