Yang Sheng looked calmly at Dilu and said indifferently, "Dilu, you know my personality. I won't speak to you unless I'm absolutely sure."
"You've followed me all this way, and now you're still not going to tell me the truth?"
Yang Sheng's tone and expression were calm, but it was precisely this calmness that made Dilu feel immense pressure.
After a moment of looking down, Dilu's face was filled with a bitter smile.
"Brother Sheng, how did you find out? I swear to God, although I was an undercover agent sent by my father, I have never done anything that would be detrimental to the gang or to you, Brother Sheng."
Including what happened with Luo Rong last time, I knew beforehand that Dad and his gang were targeting Luo Rong, so everyone would be fine once they got to the police station.
Yang Sheng gently shook his head and said:
"If you don't want anyone to know, then don't do it in the first place. The undercover profession is very dangerous. It's fortunate that you're in a sunset gang like Hung Shing Lian, otherwise you would have died a hundred times over."
When we went to kill Luo Rong, I felt that the police's arrival was a bit suspicious. It was as if they knew in advance that we were going to cause trouble for Luo Rong and had made preparations in advance.
When the police came to arrest us, they quickly identified the six of us, which meant someone had tipped us off beforehand.
I asked the foreigner Wen, and he said that out of the six of us that day, only one person left halfway to help me find the three-edged thorn, and that person was you!
Of course, there were many people around that day, so such a trivial matter cannot be taken as evidence.
But after I saved Piggy, Chen Wenyao approached me that very day and told me to stay away from Lei Luo, which was quite interesting.
"But I wasn't the only one who saw you save Piggy that day."
Yang Sheng smiled and said, "It's not just you, but who else could be an undercover agent? Is it Gui Laowen? Is it Leopard Head?"
Sending a foreigner as an undercover agent? Even if Chen Wenyao had his head squeezed in a door, he wouldn't have done something like that.
Furthermore, Leopard Head's physique is even less suitable for being an undercover agent; how could the police possibly let such an conspicuous guy go undercover?
Furthermore, the way you walk and even when you're wielding a knife reveals that you've undergone rigorous training, but not in the form of traditional Chinese martial arts.
But the information says that you lost both your parents when you were young and couldn't afford to eat, which is why you joined Hong Sheng Lian. So how do you explain the training marks on your body?
One of these suspicious points might be a coincidence, two might be accidental, but when you add three or four together, the conclusion is self-evident.
Dilu looked utterly desperate.
He never expected that his seemingly flawless disguise would be full of loopholes in Yang Sheng's eyes.
The most hated thing in the gang is an undercover agent. Once they catch one, the consequences are obvious.
Chen Wenyao had told him this before sending him as an undercover agent.
Yang Sheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't look so mournful."
You've followed me all this way and helped me a lot. I, Yang Sheng, am not the kind of heartless person; how could I bear to harm you?
Dilu was taken aback.
Too.
Yang Sheng had noticed something was wrong with him a long time ago; if he really wanted to take action against him, he wouldn't have waited until now.
"The reason I'm telling you all this today is that I want to invite your father, Mr. Chen, out for dinner."
Don't worry, it's not a bad thing. At least for your dad, it's good news about a promotion and a raise.
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