Ning Zhiheng still had some reservations about Miao Yongyi. He didn't want to tell Miao Yongyi all about his itinerary. Besides, he really couldn't be sure about his next move. The intensity of the Battle of Wuhan was far beyond his expectations. Japanese troops had already appeared in the surrounding areas of Wuhan. Only the road to the west of Wuhan was safe. The road back to Shanghai was not safe at all and could be dangerous at any time.

As for returning to Shanghai by plane, it would be even more unsafe. Japanese aircraft have already taken control of the airspace, making it impossible to use passenger planes for the return trip in the short term.

Therefore, his departure from Wuhan is currently uncertain, and he is unable to answer Miao Yongyi's question.

Hearing Ning Zhiheng's answer, Miao Yongyi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Ning Zhiheng was now a high-ranking cadre in the Military Intelligence Bureau, and his future work would definitely be based at the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters. Miao Yongyi would naturally have to stay at the headquarters as well. It seemed that he had to report this situation to the organization in a timely manner.

By mid-August, the Battle of Wuhan was becoming increasingly fierce, with Taihu and Huangmei falling one after another. However, this time it was different from the Battle of Shanghai. The Chinese army took advantage of the terrain to block the enemy layer by layer and put up a tenacious resistance. The two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war, and the Japanese army paid a heavy price.

However, as the war spread, important towns such as Madang Fortress, Jiujiang, and Ruichang fell one after another, and a large number of refugees poured into Wuhan, making the already overcrowded city even more congested.

At this moment, in an apartment in the south of the city, three middle-aged men were sitting opposite each other around a table of food and drink.

A soldier in a colonel's uniform raised his glass to a portly police officer across from him and said, "Old Cheng, I'm counting on you this time. If it's done, I won't let you work for nothing. I have a lot to say!"

A man dressed as a merchant in a silk gown, with triangular eyes, quickly raised his glass and said respectfully, "Director Cheng, we're really counting on you this time!"

Wuhan Police Chief Cheng Xucai feigned a troubled expression and said, "Old Pan, all you want is that big house, right? Why make such a big fuss? Although Jiang Bo'an doesn't have any powerful backing, he is still a person of some standing. I can't just go to his door and arrest him like this!"

Colonel Pan Xing, the regimental commander, said with a smile, "Old Cheng, this is just a side matter. What kind of important person is a shop owner who only knows how to use an abacus? Let's be frank, our troops were ordered to come here to protect the capital. Our division commander Zhang took a liking to this house at first sight, but this Jiang Bo'an is ungrateful and refuses to give it up. Wuhan is overcrowded right now, with so many people crowding the streets. It's not easy to find a suitable house. I thought I'd help the division commander out of this matter and make a good impression on him. I only asked you for help because I know you're in charge of the police station!"

Cheng Xucai smiled noncommittally after listening. As the police chief, he was well aware of these underhanded dealings and had seen all sorts of tricks and schemes to seize and plunder. He suspected that there might be truth or falsehood in Pan Xing's words, and he should ask for clarification. Wuhan was a mixed bag of people at the moment, and he didn't want to make a mistake.

He then turned to look at the merchant opposite him and asked, "This Mr. Song..."

"Song Wenhua! I have long admired Director Cheng's reputation and have always wanted to pay my respects to you, but I have never had the opportunity."

“Yes, Song Wenhua, Boss Song!” Cheng Xucai nodded, the smile on his face gone from the one he had shown Pan Xing earlier. “You said you were willing to step forward and report Jiang Bo’an, to be a witness?”

Song Wenhua quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, this Jiang Bo'an is no good either. He bullies and cheats people. He tricked me out of my two shops. I'm willing to stand up and report him!"

Cheng Xucai sneered and continued, "I know Jiang Bo'an's reputation, but I've heard that your reputation, Boss Song, isn't so good. Besides, you can only report him for unethical business practices. This is a business dispute. How can a police chief like me steal the job of your Commerce Bureau chief? Director Cai of the Commerce Bureau has powerful connections. You must have the wrong person!"