Xie Yun slowly raised his eyes, and when his gaze fell on the eye-catching handwriting on the telegram, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"The front page of the Dafa Daily published the Nanjiao incident. The British consulate was informed and the Japanese consulate was furious."

The next second, he laughed softly and raised his hand to support his forehead. He closed his eyes and swallowed back his sigh with his Adam's apple rolling.

His fingertips stroked the edge of the telegram, as if he could see the stubborn figure standing in the newspaper office through the paper. Well, he should have known that his Wanqing had always been like this, seemingly gentle as jade, but in her bones she was more daring than anyone else to be the first in the world.

"Dr. Zheng asked Dr. He Wei from Gospel Hospital to pass on the message..." Li Sheng's voice brought him back to reality, "British leader Wilson has submitted a formal protest to the League of Nations this morning."

The charcoal fire crackled and a spark burst out.

"Have all the people from the newspaper been resettled?"

"Yes, Adjutant Zhou has made all the arrangements."

"Assign two more people to look after the lady." Xie Yun tapped the table with his fingers.

"yes!"

Xie Yun waved his hand to let him go, and his eyes fell back on the epidemic report. Outside the window, the north wind rolled up snow particles and hit the window frame, making a crackling sound. At least... with the international public opinion, the Japanese will restrain themselves for a while, allowing him to take a breath for a while.

In the Japanese Consulate General, General Matsushita's office was shrouded in a depressing silence. The front-page headline of the international edition of the North China Daily News on the table was particularly dazzling in the morning light. Matsushita's fingers tightly clasped the teacup, and the tea in the cup trembled slightly, making a tiny sound.

Mitsui Kosuke, the representative of Mitsui & Co., leaned on a leather sofa, puffing smoke leisurely, and looked at the stiff back of Colonel Natori, the head of the epidemic prevention department, with a slightly sarcastic look: "Head of Natori, even a small thing like an epidemic prevention experiment can be reported in the newspapers, which really damages the reputation of the imperial soldiers." He deliberately used a Kansai accent to draw out his tone, "If Commander Sato sees this news, how do you plan to explain it?"

The veins on Natori's temples bulged under his military cap, his face flushed and his lips trembled slightly. Before he could answer, Commander Matsunori suddenly stood up and smashed a stack of newspapers into Natori's chest.

Pages of English newspapers were scattered everywhere, and the bold headline "human experiment" was as eye-catching as a bullet.

"Baka!" Song Yu squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs received protests from seven countries this morning! Even the Swiss Red Cross sent a letter of inquiry!" He untied his tie and kicked over the coffee table. "How did you guarantee it at the beginning? Absolute confidentiality? Absolutely safe? Now you're causing me a lot of trouble!"

The voice of a newsboy hawking a newspaper could be heard faintly from the window, and the content was vaguely discernible. Natori's neck was covered in cold sweat, but he still maintained a standard sitting posture: "Hello, Major Inoue is still in Xie Yun's hands..."

"Urgent telegram from Tokyo." Matsushima threw out a decoded message, the sharp corner of the paper scratched a bloody mark on Natori's cheek, "All personnel immediately withdraw to Kanto Province, and all experimental data are destroyed." He leaned over Natori, his glasses reflecting cold light, "It seems that Sato overestimated you and handed this mission to you to mess up. As for Inoue-kun... I'm sure you understand the meaning of the message from the Great Camp, let him end it himself."

Natori's pupils suddenly contracted, he gripped the military belt tightly, and swallowed all his excuses with a rolling Adam's apple.

Mitsui turned the jade seal ring on his little finger and slowly put out the cigarette butt: "I heard that a batch of medical equipment from the Manchurian Railway was detained at Tianjin Port recently?" He deliberately glanced at Natori Souichi's face, "Yes... I know the brother-in-law of the customs chief."

Song Yu was slightly startled, then understood. He immediately smiled and said, "Mitsui-kun, your company's special train to Xinjing...will leave at 1 a.m. the day after tomorrow, right?" He personally lit a new cigar for Mitsui, "Some medical equipment needs special escort."

Mitsui smiled and nodded in response.