Xu Zhuohua looked at Cheng Muyun with a puzzled expression. The man's eyes were deep, as if they held a sky full of stars, and hidden in those stars was some guilt.
It's no longer a question of whether or not to investigate the Luo family; it's that Cheng Muyun has been targeted, and the Si family has already reached out.
Special envoy, that's a disgusting thing.
They are directly under the government and not subject to local constraints, so they act without any scruples, essentially acting as lackeys under the guise of fighting corruption.
Those who are targeted will not be spared until they are severely punished, and some may even lose their lives.
"A special envoy from Nanjing? Who are they investigating?" Xu Zhuohua wondered.
Cheng Muyun did not hide it any longer, "They investigated me and accused me of smuggling weapons, embezzling military supplies, and keeping a private army."
"But aren't these the things every warlord does?"
Xu Zhuohua realized that the Si family had targeted Cheng Muyun, so whether or not Cheng Muyun investigated the Luo family was no longer important.
Things have come to this point.
Next, Cheng Muyun will be disgraced and become the target of public criticism.
Xu Zhuohua felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in the face of all this.
No matter how she tried to stop it, it still happened. So what use was it for her to come with those memories?
This isn't a cheat code, it's punishment, it's a curse!
"Are you sure?" Xu Zhuohua's fingers, which were gripping Cheng Muyun's, turned white. The cold wind outside the window howled across the glass, shrouding the distant Red Cross symbol in a hazy dust.
Xu Jixin leaned against the table, the jade thumb ring on his hand tapping crisply on the surface: "He's just a special envoy, we can just find some excuse to send him away."
He casually tidied his hair, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Zhuohua, you've been in Xinhai City for too long, and you've become quite thoughtful. A mere special envoy, and Young Marshal Cheng just waved him off."
Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes and stroked the dark pattern on his cuffs, the morning light casting a deep shadow on his eyes.
The coded telegram intercepted a few days ago is still hidden in a secret compartment in the study—the special envoy who came this time not only carried a warrant from Nanjing, but also had two figures wearing American-style steel helmets hidden in his entourage.
The telegram vaguely mentioned that the special envoy's accompanying adjutant was clearly an instructor from the third training course of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xu Zhuohua's tightly clenched fist, the calluses on his knuckles from years of gun use gleaming faintly under the light.
Perhaps for Xu Jixin, dismissing a special envoy was a simple matter, but for Xu Zhuohua and Cheng Muyun, who knew the truth, it was not so simple.
Xu Zhuohua looked into Cheng Muyun's eyes, trying to find his usual composure and calmness in them.
Instead of composure, Cheng Muyun was filled with worry. He was unsure of himself; the special envoy had come with great force, and he had no confidence in his ability to handle the situation.
What to do? What to do?
Xu Zhuohua's mind was in complete chaos, as if struck by lightning.
Looking at the worried two, Chen Hede narrowed his eyes slightly. Cheng Muyun and Xu Zhuohua must have a secret. They both seemed very worried about each other. This secret might be related to each other's safety.
Chen Hede couldn't bear the feeling of being out of control, and a strange anger welled up in his heart.
The more he looked at Cheng Muyun, the more displeased he became. He wanted to separate the two who were hugging each other, and couldn't help but say, "The special envoy who came this time is Zhou Minhai."
Who was that? Xu Zhuohua had no recollection of him; just hearing the name made her think he wasn't someone easy to get along with.
"What? Zhou Minhai!" Xu Jixin jumped up from beside the table as if he had been burned, slapping his thighs hard with both hands. His eyes were bloodshot. "How could it be him... No one who's been targeted by him has ever escaped unscathed!"
Cheng Muyun felt a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the brass buttons on his military uniform. The youngest action director of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, the tungsten filament lamp that never went out in the interrogation room was known in the underground party as "the guiding light of Yama, the King of Hell".
Xu Jixin stomped his foot in exasperation, "Who burned the incense! Who invited this King of Hell?"
Seeing the three people's reactions, Xu Zhuohua's doubts deepened. "And who is this Zhou Minhai?"
Cheng Muyun hesitated and remained silent, while Xu Jixin didn't know where to begin.
Chen Hede sighed slightly and shook his head. "Zhou Minhai is no different from Yama, the King of Hell. Almost no one who has his eye on him has managed to escape."
"Ah?" Xu Zhuohua asked with deep concern.
The winter wind kept blowing, bringing a long and heavy snowfall. Some elderly people said that this was the coldest winter ever in Xinhai City.
In the midst of ice and snow, it seemed as if to cover up and suppress all sound sources, leaving only a vast expanse of pure white.
Xu Zhuohua's illness lasted until New Year's Eve. Although she said she didn't care how they dealt with Zhou Minhai, she was still worried. She even dreamed for a few days that Cheng Muyun would be shot in a vital spot.
Xu Zhuohua woke up with a start again, sprang up from the hospital bed, her whole body soaked in sweat.
Xinghua hurriedly picked up a handkerchief from the table and wiped Xu Zhuohua's sweat.
Zhou Minhai is keeping Cheng Muyun occupied. The Japanese have been holding onto the fact that Cheng Muyun is smuggling weapons, so Cheng Muyun has been unable to leave these past few days.
As the year draws to a close, the Xu family has many relationships to maintain, so Xu Jixin has no time to visit.
Chen Hede was the same; while taking care of the relationships he maintained, he also tried to find connections for Cheng Muyun.
So Chen Hede called Xinghua to take care of Xu Zhuohua.
Xu Zhuohua took deep breaths, feeling a tightness in his chest. He coughed twice, the sound of his chest vibrating coming out, which terrified Xinghua.
"Miss, what's wrong? Have you developed pneumonia from the fever?"
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