Chu Jiao is almost twenty years old, she is the age full of romance and fantasy, and she is also the time when she is rushing with passion and no consequences.

Like the thoughtful and bloody young people at that time, they were most susceptible to anti-Japanese patriotism.

Seeing the fall of the country and the Japanese pressing on each other, they felt heartbroken and even spared their lives to change and reverse this situation.

From this perspective, Chu Jiao wants to thank Chen Chen.

It wasn't Chen Chen who taught her the skill of venting hatred, she could only bury hatred deep in her heart like most Chinese people in the occupied areas. She even forced herself to smile, pretend, and look at those disgusting faces numbly and helplessly.

Blood and fire, explosions and bullets, only these can break the dull silence of the city like death and make those who are willing to be slaves to the country to reconsider their behavior.

Yes, she has already committed to this battle that may cause bloodshed and sacrifice. But she does not regret it. In the future, she will have to fight the devils more like a warrior.

The door was knocked gently, and the maid came in and said that a gentleman outside sent a letter to Chu Jiao.

The letter? Was it sent by Chen Chen?

Although Chu Jiao knew that Chen Chen would stay at home these days and didn't even leave the door, she still took the letter with some expectations, sent the maid away, and opened it to read it.

To be honest, Chu Jiao is very interested in how Chen Chen escaped. In addition to caring, she also has her desire for new skills and means.

But after reading the letter, Chu Jiao was a little disappointed. It was not written by Chen Chen, but Ma Mingyu. Of course, there would be no secret matter in the letter, but just asked her to meet at a nearby location.

Chu Jiao thought about it and felt that it was better to make an appointment. It was probably because Ma Mingyu knew about the attack last night and wanted to know the situation from her.

After putting on his clothes, packing up, Chu Jiao went downstairs. It was almost time to have dinner. Chu Xiongfei called out to his daughter and asked her where she was going.

"My friend made an appointment to have dinner together." Chu Jiao told a small lie and said, "Several female classmates celebrated Zhao Wanjun's birthday."

Chu Xiongfei also knew that his daughter was old and some social activities could not be stopped. He waved his hand helplessly and said, "Let Youcai drive, take you there, and then take you back. Well, don't be too late."

Zhao Youcai, the driver and bodyguard, acted quite competently and won Chu Xiongfei's trust. But Chu Xiongfei didn't know that the two of them had colluded and had been doing secret things hidden from him.

"Dad, don't worry!" Chu Jiao agreed obediently, called Zhao Youcai and drove out.

The meeting place was a restaurant, but Ma Mingyu did not ask questions as Chu Jiao thought. Instead, he didn't say a word about what happened last night, but just enthusiastically invited Chu Jiao and Zhao Youcai to sit down for dinner.

Chu Jiao quickly figured it out. First of all, this place is not very suitable for talking about confidential matters. Secondly, it is time to eat, and it is always a bit uncomfortable to talk about things when you are hungry.

She thought so, so she relaxed, ordered the dishes she liked, and started eating and drinking generously.

"After eating, I went to my residence to sit?" Ma Mingyu indeed made a suggestion, but Chu Jiao shook her head and refused.

"No." Chu Jiao sent a chopstick dish into her mouth, chewed it for a while, and then said, "If you want to sit, you can go to No. ** Road with me."

Ma Mingyu frowned and said, "It may not be convenient if there is a tenant on the second floor?"

"They are not here tonight." Zhao Youcai explained: "One broadcasts on the radio, the other goes home to visit his parents, and will not come back to stay at night."

"Where is that policeman?" Ma Mingyu felt that one was missing.

"He has been leaving for several days and went to another place to handle housework." Zhao Youcai added.

Ma Mingyu nodded and said, "So that's the case, then there's no problem." After that, he smiled at Chu Jiao, "Do you don't believe me, or are you some other reason?"

Chu Jiao smiled faintly and said, "It's not that I believe it or not, I just don't want to be interrogated in a strange place."

Ma Mingyu looked strange and smiled, "Who said I'm going to interrogate you?"

A strange look also appeared on Chu Jiao's face. She tilted her head to examine Ma Mingyu, and finally curled her lips and said, "I guess."

Ma Mingyu laughed out loud and said in a teasing tone: "Miss Chu's magic tricks have made you guess."

Chu Jiao rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Then you still say that? Really, I thought I was wrong!"

Ma Mingyu smiled even happier, and even ordered a pot of yellow wine and poured a cup of Chu Jiao.

"Everyone says that he speaks the truth after drinking. Miss Chu will not be afraid, don't dare to drink it, right?" Ma Mingyu joked. He knew Chu Jiao's alcohol tolerance, and a pot of rice wine would not make her lose her composure.

"I'm not afraid!" Chu Jiao sipped the hot rice wine and said with a smile: "But I won't drink much, and you have no idea."

Ma Mingyu nodded helplessly and said, "To Miss Chu, I am getting less and less tricky. This is the truth, not false at all."

Chu Jiao smiled slightly smugly, eating and drinking more happily.

…………………

The gongs and drums are loud and the strings are melodious, and the theater is lively and joyful.

Zhang Chengfu was enjoying the relaxation after the action, and his mood was refreshed, and even the play that he couldn't understand on the stage seemed to become vivid.

The dramas sung by Han Fangbao are also called Yue Opera, and she is in a troupe composed entirely of women (Women Yue Opera).

"Boss Zhao on the stage has only been in the industry for two years and is already very popular." The listener next to him was talking to others, "How good is he singing, right?"

Zhang Chengfu couldn't tell the difference, he just thought the clothes were gorgeous.

"The little girl in the supporting role is still too panicked. The green sang "The green mountains and clear waters are hard to describe" wrongly, and she even snatched the last sentence." The listener talked with relish, regardless of whether others could understand it. "Also, the rowing figure was too hard, so she had to practice it well! If Boss Zhao could teach her well, she would also become a famous actor with her appearance and figure."

"Stand behind...the screen...and listen carefully..." Han Fangbao, who plays the maid on the stage, was singing in a leisurely manner, and there were bursts of cheers in the audience.

But Zhang Chengfu was a little surprised because there were some strange and strange sounds mixed in the cheers, which sounded a little wrong.

"Okay-ok-yo-the little girls are pretty enough."

"Okay - OK - girls, come to the house to sing!"

Many viewers turned their heads and looked at the troublemakers boredly, and some even expressed dissatisfaction with "boo".

"Get out of your way, you guys can help me shout, okay?" A big and thick man with a numb face glared at him and shouted over the singing voice on the stage. "I spent money to buy tickets, and applauded is to support him!"

The shouting was getting louder and louder, and Han Fangbao on the stage could not continue singing.

When the front desk officer saw that the situation was not good, he hurried over to apologize and say good things, but these people didn't like this, which made the fuss even more fierce.

"Dingbang!" A teapot was thrown onto the stage and almost hit Boss Zhao.

This seemed to be a signal. There were more than a dozen guys in the pool responding, and the teapots, tea bowls, and plates flew towards the stage.

The theater was suddenly in chaos, with adults calling for children to cry, and the audience ran out the door in panic.

Zhang Chengfu knew that it was not wise to run out at this time, so he hurried to the stage, stretched out his arm to protect Han Fangbao, and waited against the wall to wait for the chaos to pass before leaving the place.

"It's not for me, it's for Boss Zhao. It's the gangster who found by Master Zhou Er. The numb face named Zhu San." After leaving the theater, Han Fangbao told Zhang Chengfu the reason on the way.

Zhao Qiaozhen sang very popular and was beautiful. Master Zhou Er was a lustful person and he fell in love with her at first sight. He gave her a gift and a face. A pack in the garden was one-third of the ticket.

But Han Qiaozhen was unwilling to socialize with him. He met a young man named Zhang, who had made a vow in private.

Master Zhou Er found out some things about Zhao Qiaozhen and the young man surnamed Zhang. He was very annoyed. He found a gangster and made trouble. He even said, "Don't look at her becoming popular now, I can teach her to be evil. My surname is not easy to meet. If you don't agree, let's go and see."

"What did Boss Zhao say?" Zhang Chengfu didn't care too much and asked casually.

"Boss Zhao is very stubborn." Han Fangbao seemed to appreciate it and said, "She said, I am just a craftsman, not a singular person. He is willing to give things and money, and it is not what I ask for from him."

"Then can she continue to sing this drama?" Zhang Chengfu asked worriedly.

"The opera also knows people from the gang and wants to find someone to talk to each other." Han Fangbao paused and said, "If it doesn't work, change the place. If the French Concession is not good, go to the public concession, and if it doesn't work in Shanghai, go to Tianjin."

Well, this is also a solution. Zhang Chengfu nodded and put it aside without thinking too much.

…………………

At this time, Chu Jiao, Ma Mingyu and Zhao Youcai had returned to the foreign building.

After entering the house and sitting down, Chu Jiao stopped talking, while Zhao Youcai was outside watching the wind.

"It's getting late, and I'll be scolded by my father when I go back late." Chu Jiao finally spoke, but she had a bitter face.

Ma Mingyu wanted to laugh, but he held back. He agreed to sit down and have a good conversation, and this girl was going to play tricks again.

"I went to Shanghai West last night and killed people and set fire under the nose of No. 76. Did you do it?" Ma Mingyu asked straight to the point: "Don't deny it, I know it's you."

Chu Jiao frowned and rolled her eyes. It seemed that after a long ideological struggle, she nodded helplessly.

Ma Mingyu's expression was very serious. He looked at Chu Jiao and asked in a deep voice: "Who is there a master? It must not be you, nor Zhao Youcai and Zhang Chengfu."

Chu Jiao pretended not to understand, her eyes rolled and said, "No, it's just the three of us!"

Ma Mingyu shook his head and said, "None of you three is that good at skill. His marksmanship is accurate, I guess it is your master."

"Aren't my teacher you?" Chu Jiao grinned and said, "Did you forget?"

Ma Mingyu seemed to be smiling and narrowed his eyes and asked, "What about you before? I have always doubted who taught you the shooting skills. I wanted to ask, but I was afraid that you would be disgusted, so I kept pressing you."

"I - I know myself without a teacher!" Chu Jiao stared at her big eyes and didn't blink a moment when she lies, "I've heard of geniuses, I'm the one!"

Ma Mingyu snorted, tapped the table with his fingers, and said, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"If you don't believe it, I believe it anyway." Chu Jiao tilted her head and started to act like a scoundrel.

"I don't want to do anything to your master, I just want him to contribute better to the country." Ma Mingyu calmed down his face and tone and said, "No matter how powerful a person is, he can't kill all the Japanese and traitors, right?"

Chu Jiao closed her mouth tightly, looked at Ma Mingyu, blinked for a while, and smiled, "My mouth is as tight as a stone, isn't it powerful?"

Ma Mingyu rolled his eyes and stroked his forehead helplessly and with headache. He had no choice but to Chu Jiao.

"There are your undercover agents on the 76th?" Now Chu Jiao asked, "Why do you know so clearly? Fortunately, I didn't hurt him last night."

"It's true that I wasn't beaten to death." Ma Mingyu smiled bitterly and said, "It's just a minion. Even if you were killed by you, I won't blame you."

Chu Jiao didn't care much, she wanted to be secretive, so there was no reason to notify her in advance? Not to mention a small undercover agent, even Ma Mingyu wouldn't let him know.

"It's dark, and there are another random attack. I don't know how many spy traitors died or injured?" Chu Jiao asked with a smile. She really wanted to know how big the record she had achieved and how many bad guys she killed.
To be continued...