Around 10 p.m. that evening, Cha Yutang, who had just finished entertaining the directors of the construction department, was sitting in his car on his way home, feeling unsettled and secretly anxious.

Just yesterday, one of his men who was sent to monitor Phillips went missing, a situation that immediately alerted Cha Yutang.

Those sent on surveillance missions were all trusted subordinates; they couldn't possibly have just disappeared for no reason. His intuition told him that the people were probably already in Phillips' hands.

This made Cha Yutang extremely uneasy. The matter had definitely been exposed. As the chief Chinese detective of the British and American concessions, he had sent people to monitor the diplomats of the American consulate. If Phillips investigated this matter, he would have no way to explain it.

What he had to do, of course, was to resolutely deny that he was involved in the matter. Fortunately, he had not revealed the truth to his subordinates before he did it, and they did not know about his relationship with Li Zhiqun. In this way, he still had a little room to defend himself.

However, as a diplomat at the U.S. consulate, Phillips held a much higher position than himself. If this matter came to light, even if he denied it to the death, Phillips would have plenty of ways to deal with him. He wouldn't be able to get away with it by making excuses. He was afraid that he would be unable to keep the position of Chief Inspector of the Chinese Inspectorate that he had worked so hard to climb up to over the years.

Therefore, tonight, Cha Yutang specially invited one of his backers, a powerful director in the Municipal Council, to dinner. During the meal, he spoke very kindly, told him about his situation, and presented him with a generous gift, asking this supporter to lend him a hand at this critical moment.

Fortunately, money can move mountains, and in the end, he finally got the other party's promise. Cha Yutang was slightly relieved and secretly planned to go to the British Consulate tomorrow to visit the consul and smooth things over. Perhaps he could get through this ordeal by chance.

Amidst Cha Yutang's chaotic thoughts, the car continued its journey and soon turned onto a street, his only route home, where he was not far from his house.

The security in the International Settlement was relatively good, especially since Cha Yutang's home was located in the center of the International Settlement and there were American troops stationed nearby, so Cha Yutang was not too worried about his safety.

But just as the car turned the corner, another car sped towards it, its front end heading straight for Cha Yutang's car.

The dazzling headlights blinded the driver, who involuntarily slammed on the brakes. The oncoming car also came to an abrupt stop. Both cars screeched to a halt, each skidding for a short distance before coming to a stop right in the middle of the road, their front ends just inches apart!

This sudden situation caught Cha Yutang, who was sitting in the back of the car off guard. His body lurched forward and crashed heavily into the driver's seat, causing a sharp pain in his cheek!

"Damn it, how do you drive?"

Once the car had come to a complete stop, Cha Yutang finally looked up and couldn't help but start cursing.

But he soon realized something was wrong, because bright headlights were shining from behind. Sometime later, another car had followed them, blocking Cha Yutang's car in the middle, one in front of the other.

Oh no! This was a deliberately staged accident; someone is trying to harm me!

The thought crossed Cha Yutang's mind, but it was too late. Before he could react, several figures approached him at lightning speed from the darkness.

"Splash! Splash!"

The front and rear windows were shattered simultaneously, and several cold gun barrels were pointed at them.

"Don't move! Moving means death!"