His reaction was exactly what Ning Zhiheng had expected. Who would willingly become someone else's scapegoat? A murderous intent flashed in Ning Zhiheng's eyes. His cold gaze was fixed on Tan Jinhui's eyes, and a sharp and intimidating aura made Tan Jinhui tremble all over.
"You're unwilling? Don't forget, your life is in my hands. Do you think you can decide whether someone lives or dies? What a joke!" Ning Zhiheng's voice was icy cold. Such a suitable substitute was hard to find again, and he didn't have that much patience. He threatened him.
Seeing Tan Jinhui cowering in fear, Ning Zhiheng said nothing more, assuming he wouldn't dare say anything more. He turned back to his seat, about to wave for Sun Jiacheng to take Tan Jinhui away.
But at that moment, Tan Jinhui knelt down in front of Ning Zhiheng and pleaded, "Team leader, I can't die! I can't die! These past few days, every time I close my eyes, I see my mother's tearful eyes. I'm her only son. If I die, I'm afraid she won't be able to endure the rest of her life."
"I was sentenced to death this time, but I've managed to escape with my life. I have only one thought in mind: to go home and stay with her. If I were with you, I'm afraid I would lose my life any day now. Please, spare me this time! I really can't die!"
Tan Jinhui's pleading voice was sorrowful and hoarse. Slowly, Ning Zhiheng's sharp gaze softened. Tan Jinhui's words shocked Ning Zhiheng. Putting himself in others' shoes, he couldn't help but think of his own family.
Ning Zhiheng pondered for a moment. Although he was ruthless and decisive, he was not truly heartless. Finally, he slowly said, "Alright, considering you are still a filial son, I will let you go!"
Tan Jinhui's body trembled, and he quickly said repeatedly, "Thank you, team leader, thank you, team leader!"
“Tan Jinhui, if you ever encounter insurmountable difficulties, you can come to me. But at that time, your life will be mine,” Ning Zhiheng said calmly.
Hearing Ning Zhiheng's words, Tan Jinhui was taken aback, but immediately nodded and agreed, "Definitely, definitely! If that day ever comes, it's entirely up to the team leader to decide."
He secretly made up his mind that in the future, no matter how far away he was, he would never ask Team Leader Ning for help. He would rather stay far away from him and never dare to see him again.
Ning Zhiheng's wishful thinking had failed, and he was truly unhappy. He waved for Sun Jiacheng to take the man away. Watching Tan Jinhui leave, Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating. It seemed that he was still not ruthless enough and his cultivation was still insufficient!
After dealing with these matters, Ning Zhiheng took out the group photo from his pocket. Looking at the familiar figures in the photo, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed. It had only been less than a year since he parted ways with his classmates, but it felt like a long time had passed. He gently stroked the photo, wiped away a trace of dried blood, and quietly examined it carefully.
The photo shows his best classmates, including Miao Yongyi, two other friends Xia Yuanming and Ke Chengyun, and the last one is called An Yuanqing.
However, An Yuanqing was injured by a stray bullet during a training session and was later dropped out of school and taken back by his family.
An Yuanqing comes from a powerful family. His family was initially unwilling for him to join the army, but they couldn't persuade him otherwise, so they reluctantly agreed to let him attend the Army Officer School. He then took the opportunity to drop out of school.
Ning Zhiheng knew that his home was in Wuhan, Hubei. After dropping out of school, they never saw each other again. His other three friends joined the newly established 52nd Army of the National Revolutionary Army after graduation and went to the front line in southern Shanxi. After the ceasefire between the National Revolutionary Army and the Communist Party, they were stationed in southern Shanxi.
These classmates were all very far from Nanjing at the time, so where did they get this photo? Japanese spies couldn't possibly be so resourceful as to travel thousands of miles to their friends in such a short time to obtain this photo. At that time, the Japanese intelligence agencies were concentrated in the coastal areas, and their reach couldn't extend that far. Besides, it wouldn't be possible in terms of time.
Ning Zhiheng was puzzled. The photo in his hand was the only clue. He had to find the source of the photo in order to find the intelligence agent who was secretly contacting the Japanese arrest team. Otherwise, he would have no way to start.
But he had to try. He couldn't just sit idly by with the clues in his hand. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a line of small print in the upper right corner of the photo.
"A souvenir photo taken at Xuezhi Photo Studio"
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