"Sixth Master, it's unfair..." the disciple screamed, "Hu San said his shoes were wet and his feet were a little frozen, so he asked me to find him a pair... I thought I had just left for a while and didn't report to you. I went to the hotel dormitory to get a pair of cloth shoes..."

Fang Buwei turned his head and saw that the pair of shoes on the corpse's feet were indeed covered with some oil.

He figured it out in an instant.

The traitor sneaked to Zhang Yonghe's vicinity at that time, and must have been instructed by the spy, so he wanted to see what method Zhang Yonghe was using to identify him.

Knowing that Zhang Yonghe was recognizing his shoes, he thought that Zhang Yonghe remembered the characteristics of his leather shoes, so the spy changed his shoes with the traitor and asked the traitor to find a way to deal with it.

The spy could not have thought that Fang Buwei had long seen the abnormality of the traitor.

Fang Buwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Gao Zhensheng has no problem.

There are no weapons hidden under the table.

Since Zhang Yonghe was wearing leather shoes, he could not be an disciple of An Liangtang...

Even if there is, the disciples in the hall are just traitors, not killers.

What Fang Buwei was most afraid of was that there were professional spies among the disciples of the General Council.

But the problem is not small.

Cloth shoes are different from leather shoes. You can't wear them with just one pair of insoles.

This disciple's feet are so big that if the woman who changed his shoes with him was a woman, Zhang Yonghe would not have seen any strangeness when he passed by Zhang Yonghe.

That's only a man...

Fang Buwei rolled his eyes and glanced around the guests watching in the front row casually.

Chen Yuting and He Shili stood in front, and her female bodyguard was also there.

Since they had long suspected them, how could Fang Buwei be unprepared?

Even the moment he flew towards the spy, he did not forget to glance at Chen Yuting and her bodyguard from the corner of his eyes.

Fang Buwei looked down again and saw that Chen Yuting and the female bodyguard were wearing leather shoes with wedges.

It feels like people are deliberately knowing what shoes they are wearing?

Could it be that I suspected that I was wrong?

The thought flashed by, and Fang Buwei stood up with his leather shoes.

If you can't figure it out, you can think about it later. You can protect Situ Meitang first.

"Sixth brother, don't be anxious first, guard the outside and let the brothers cheer up..." Fang Buwei whispered, "Be careful that the mermaid will break the death..."

Gao Zhensheng gritted his teeth and nodded again.

Fang Buwei was right, and whether he had any problems with his subordinates was not too late to investigate later.

"Be careful too!" Gao Zhensheng explained.

Fang Buwei nodded and pointed to the corpse again: "If you can free up people, send someone to his house to take a look..."

Force someone to be a traitor is nothing more than coercion and temptation. Judging from the disciple's appearance before his death, the possibility of being coerced is greater.

"Okay!" Gao Zhensheng replied.

Fang Buwei turned around and walked towards Situ Mei. When he passed by Chen Yuting, he curled his lips and showed a smile.

If it were ordinary people, they would definitely think, why can this person laugh at this time?

If it is replaced by a suspect, the first thought will probably be: Did he suspect me?

Fang Buwei also had a fight before he had something to do to see if he could cheat something out.

Even if Chen Yuting is a professional spy, his expression can be disguised, but his eyes cannot be hidden. If he is really guilty, there will definitely be changes in his eyes.

Meeting Fang Buwei's gaze above, Chen Yuting's expression froze a little, and in a flash, he changed into a smile.

Fang Buwei's eyelids twitched.

Damn, is there really a problem?

Fang Buwei couldn't tell whether Chen Yuting was nervous or afraid, but he felt something was going to happen.

Fang Buwei was thinking about reminding Chen Fengshi, and the onlookers started to clamor again.

"Shoes, they are shoes..."

"The thief replaced the leather shoes with cloth shoes..."

"It's the hard-soled cloth shoes of the disciples of the General Council. Everyone looked at each other..."

"You stepped on me..."

"What are you squeezing?"

The hall was full of shouts, mostly turning around, pushing the people around them, wanting to see who was wearing cloth shoes.

Fang Buwei was shocked.

If I were the real murderer, how could I sit still and wait for death?

"Brother, protect the uncle..." Fang Buwei roared and jumped onto the nearest table.

Seeing the scene at the main table, Fang Buwei was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Chen Fengshi's subordinates were indeed surrounded by, but there were nearly twenty people standing and sitting next to Situ Meitang?

In addition to Situ Meitang, Huang Sande and other original people, there were seven or eight others who came from the nearby table.

A bunch of people seemed to be having a symposium.

I suddenly took my words as a warning...

"Chen Fengshi, let the idle people retreat and leave the main table ten meters away!" Fang Buwei shouted again.

Before he finished speaking, he jumped and then jumped to another table.

Some people were watching the fun, while some people were surrounding Situ Meitang, wanting to ask about the specific situation. The main table was surrounded by water and could not get through at all.

Fang Buwei wanted to develop a light skill immediately and step on the head of the moving person.

With a "slam" sound, Fang Buwei failed to control his strength and directly stepped on the table into a big hole.

What's the quality?

Fang Buwei cursed, smashed the table with three or two punches, and jumped to a chair again.

The people around Huang Sande who was surrounded by Situ Meitang did not move, but looked at Fang Buwei in surprise.

Chen Fengshi curled his lips, while Wu Chengjian looked at Fang Buwei and sneered.

"Old Eighth, where did the bastard come out? How dare you yell at you?"

Chen Fengshi snorted coldly with his nose.

He was also a little dissatisfied with Fang Buwei calling him a name directly.

Another thing is that these people were put in by the old man, and they were respected. Where did he get the right to drive them away?

Fang Buwei almost vomited blood when he was so angry.

In a hurry, he forgot that this was the Hongmen of the United States, not the military police headquarters and secret service office in Nanjing.

It's up to you!

He drew out his pistol and quickly glanced around the main table.

The people around Situ Meitang looked at him in surprise, but they didn't understand what the kid suddenly yelled and now he pulled out his pistol.

Huang Sande looked at Fang Buwei who was extremely nervous and said suspiciously: "The fourth brother, is there an assassin?"

Situ Meitang raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when she suddenly heard Fang Buwei roar: "There is an assassin..."

He saw a short and strong man suddenly squatting down and reaching his hand into the collar of the suit.

Is this going to get out of a gun?

Fang Buwei raised his gun suddenly, trying to find this person from the gap between the crowd.

The man pulled out his pistol and shot a guest in front of him.

A blood arrow came out, and the guest who was shot covered his neck, and then he fell softly to the ground with two strange screams.

A bloody hole the size of a wine glass was punched out from the quilt on his neck.

"Ah..." A female guest nearby screamed, and even Fang Buwei was shocked and her eardrums were itchy.

Spy Hunting Shadow
Chapter completed!