“You don’t need to comfort me. I know what you mean. Actually, I’m already very content. If it weren’t for you running around for me this time, I would have lost my life in jail long ago. I will start a new life and live up to your expectations.”
At this moment, Wen Hao was extremely grateful for his meeting with Shen Le back then. In fact, given the situation at the time, Wen Hao was in a strong position. The reason he made that agreement was just an excuse to protect Shen Le. Who knew that a few years later, it would become his talisman? Every action has its consequences!
The banquet continued, and several high-ranking officials came out to speak, celebrating the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan and the smooth return of the Nationalist government to Nanjing, etc. Everyone enthusiastically echoed their sentiments.
After the dignitaries finished speaking, the guests were overjoyed, offered their congratulations, toasted, and danced, gradually bringing the atmosphere to a climax.
Just then, the hotel doors opened, a gentle breeze swept in, and several figures stepped into the lobby.
The leader was tall and slender with a stern face. His well-fitting military uniform accentuated his heroic and imposing appearance, making him stand out from the crowd.
But those slightly narrowed eyes, coupled with their overly sharp gaze, flashed with an icy chill. Anyone could sense the danger and coldness they contained at a single glance.
Behind him followed several colonel-level officers, each tall and imposing, exuding shrewdness and strength.
The moment this person appeared, a space immediately cleared around him, and those around him instinctively took a step back under his invisible pressure.
A voice drifted out from somewhere: "Ning Yanwang..."
The name was too sensitive! As soon as it was uttered, it attracted everyone's attention. When all eyes turned to Ning Zhiheng, the noise in the banquet hall immediately subsided, and more and more people sensed the unusual atmosphere.
"It really is him, he's back in Nanjing..."
"Why is he here? Is someone else going to be in trouble again?!"
………
Those who knew Ning Zhiheng naturally dared not raise their voices, while those who did not know him were also stunned by this sudden change and stopped talking, quietly observing. For a moment, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became somewhat strange, and the air seemed to grow colder.
Ning Zhiheng seemed to have gotten used to all of this and didn't take it to heart. He looked around and soon saw Huang Xianzheng in the VIP seats. Huang Xianzheng raised his hand to signal, and Wei Liangbi also quickly came forward. The group walked quickly toward the VIP seats.
Wherever he went, people quickly made way for him, avoiding him as if they were doing something terrible.
Seeing this scene, Huang Xianzheng shook his head and sighed, then said to his friends, "Brother Chengchang, gentlemen, I have something to attend to, please excuse me for a moment!"
Everyone knew that they wanted to speak to Ning Zhiheng, and they all nodded repeatedly.
Ning Zhiheng approached and first gave a standard military salute to the officers, then nodded slightly in greeting.
He was young and had a low rank, only a major general. The people present were all seniors from the Baoding clique, so they naturally had to be very respectful. However, these officers did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. They all stood up and greeted Ning Zhiheng warmly. They could chat and laugh with Wei Liangbi, but they dared not be negligent in the slightest when facing Ning Zhiheng.
Huang Xianzheng had no intention of delaying. He knew that Ning Zhiheng's presence might make the atmosphere a bit awkward, so he waved his hand to signal Ning Zhiheng and Wei Liangbi to follow closely behind him. Together, they went up the stairs and quickly went up to the second floor of the hotel.
Only after Ning Zhiheng's figure disappeared did the atmosphere in the hall ease up. The guests continued their previous conversation, and their voices became louder, as if everything had returned to normal.
At this moment, Shen Le secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to talk to Wen Hao, but someone grabbed her arm and felt an astonishing force.
He quickly looked up and saw that Wen Hao's eyes were wide open, and the fear in his eyes was obvious at a glance.
Wen Hao asked urgently, "Director, who was that major general just now?"
Shen Le was taken aback. He knew Wen Hao very well, knowing that Wen Hao was composed, calm in the face of adversity, and had a wealth of experience, and was rarely so moved.
"Didn't you hear what those people were talking about? This person is Ning Zhiheng, the director of the Second Action Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau. You're also in intelligence work, so you should be familiar with this name. The famous Shanghai Intelligence Section belongs to the Second Action Division. It's said that more than 60% of the intelligence in the country passes through his hands. However, I think that figure is inaccurate. It should be at least 80%."
He was also a renowned counter-espionage expert. He led several major counter-espionage operations in the wartime capital of Chongqing and on the Changsha front, killing countless Japanese spies. Those in the know called him the "King of Spies," but in Chongqing, people were more accustomed to calling him "Ning the King of Hell." You could tell from their reactions.
"How could he possibly be Ning Zhiheng?"
Wen Hao couldn't help but blurt out a sentence, his voice low and hoarse, completely different from usual, his tone full of disbelief.
Shen Le also noticed something was wrong; Wen Hao's behavior was too unusual. He looked around but didn't see anyone paying attention to them before turning back to ask, "What exactly happened? What did you discover?"
Wen Hao was only momentarily stunned, and seeing Shen Le's serious expression, he immediately composed himself, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and did not immediately answer Shen Le's question.
Shen Le was a seasoned veteran agent who would not let go of the slightest abnormality. He stared intently at Wen Hao, quietly waiting for his explanation.
Wen Hao was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and Shen Le was the only person he trusted. He sorted out his thoughts, weighed the pros and cons, and finally made up his mind. Then he leaned forward, put his ear close to Shen Le's, and whispered, "This person is definitely not Ning Zhiheng, he is Fujiwara Tomohito!"
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