He quickly gathered the information he needed, left some people to monitor the situation, and rushed to report to Luo Zidong.
"Brother Dong, the current resident of No. 17 Thumb Lane is Yu Chaoyang. He moved here four months ago. He's supposedly an employee at a trading company. He lives with two of his colleagues. They rent the house together; they're all young and strong men." Yan Xing immediately reported the information he had gathered to Luo Zidong.
"Only three people?" Luo Zidong asked with some doubt. According to the information he had, the other side should have at least a dozen gunmen.
"Are you sure you haven't followed the wrong person?" Luo Zidong asked.
Yan Xing patted his chest and said confidently, "Brother Dong, you don't trust me to do things? As soon as these two entered Wangjia Alley, I noticed that the patient's arm posture was a bit off. He must have been wearing a sling under his clothes. After they left, I followed them. They even turned several corners. If it weren't for my quick thinking and the brothers' familiarity with the roads, they would have shaken us off long ago. These two are definitely suspicious. It's definitely them, no doubt about it!"
Luo Zidong nodded slowly. After hearing Yan Xing's account, he realized that they had indeed found the right people. However, they had only discovered these three people so far, and it was a bit too early to close the net. He had never dealt with these Wuhan government agents before and did not know anything about them. If they rashly made arrests and failed to find any other accomplices from them, they would have wasted this opportunity.
"Arrange for your men to keep an eye on them until you find their accomplices!" Luo Zidong said slowly. He still felt it was better to be safe than sorry; after all, once the deal was done, there was no fear of the fugitives flying away.
"Alright, I'll go over there myself and keep an eye on them! I won't let them get away!" Yan Xing nodded and said.
Just as they were discussing countermeasures, Luo Xingchao, an agent of the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station, wearing a slightly worn suit, was walking briskly down the street. Before long, he turned into Thumb Alley with practiced ease.
The first shop at the alley entrance was a small general store. As usual, Luo Xingchao called out to the shop, "Old Tian, give me a pack of Hademen cigarettes and a box of matches."
Old Tian quickly leaned out, smiling as he handed over a pack of Hademen cigarettes, saying with a fawning smile, "Mr. Yu, you're back from get off work?"
Luo Xingchao nodded and casually agreed, "Yes, we work from nine to five every day without a moment's rest. You, Lao Tian, are really resourceful, making money just by guarding your doorstep every day!"
Old Tian chuckled and said nothing more. Luo Xingchao took the cigarette from Hademen, waited a moment, and seeing that Old Tian didn't move, said again, "There's also a box of matches!"
"Oh, right, right!" Old Tian suddenly realized, and quickly turned around to get another box of matches, handing it to Luo Xingchao.
Luo Xingchao took the matches, tore open the cigarette box, took out two cigarettes, and offered them to Lao Tian. Lao Tian repeatedly said he dared not accept them and pushed them back.
At this moment, Luo Xingchao's eye twitched slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. He smiled and pushed the cigarette in front of Lao Tian again. This time, Lao Tian could not refuse and took the cigarette in his hand.
Luo Xingchao put another cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it with the match he had just bought when he saw Lao Tian quickly strike a match and hand it to Luo Xingchao.
Luo Xingchao smiled, quickly lowered his head to light a cigarette, took two deep drags, and then reached into his pocket with his right hand. After searching for a while, he finally said with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Old Tian, I didn't bring much money with me today. Write down the cost of the cigarettes, and I'll definitely pay you next time!"
Old Tian waved his hand and said with a smile, "We're all neighbors, we'll talk about it later, we'll talk about it later!"
Luo Xingchao nodded sheepishly, waved to Lao Tian with the cigarette in his hand, and then walked towards his home.
He walked slowly, his eyes quickly scanning the houses on both sides of the alley. When he reached his door, he knocked gently. Someone inside opened the door, and Luo Xingchao stepped inside.
He turned around and closed the door tightly, his expression immediately turning serious. He asked, "What happened at home this morning?"
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