"I'm angry, brother." Han Han followed Wu Ming carefully, "Do you want to go back and think of a way to put the gambling den opened by this traitor and the traitor dancer."

Wu Ming's footsteps were just paused, and then he shook his head gently, "Under the cruel competition for survival, shame is not cheap, and many people cannot afford to maintain it."

"Will you still come here in the future?" Han Han asked.

"Come on, go to the dance hall in the future." Wu Ming sneered on the corner of his mouth, "See the bright red dancer."

Han Han nodded understandingly. It seemed that Wu Ming had turned his attention to the Japanese again. The Japanese who came to support Dai Dai are going to be in trouble.

In the summer of 1939, after Wang Jingwei arrived in Shanghai, he launched the so-called "peace movement". His traitors to the country and surrendered to the enemy were unanimously condemned by the Shanghai public opinion community. Chongqing also ordered the military commanders lurking in Shanghai, requiring them to act harder, crack down on traitors and traitors, and destroy the "peace movement" initiated by Wang Jingwei.

In order to ensure the progress of the "peace movement", Wang Puppet No. 76, Ding Mo and Li Shiqun sent people to smash the most fierce "Damei Evening News", hoping to kill a warning to a hundred. Although the Damei Evening News was hit by this blow, they felt that it was just that, so they scolded the newspaper even more fiercely than before. No. 76, he changed the method of dealing with the newspaper to the counterfeit. He successively sent people to assassinate the editor Zhu Xinggong, the editor-in-chief Li Junying, the manager of the Damei Evening News, and the editor-in-chief Zhang Sixu.

The Military Control Commission, while the military commander-in-chief, not only cut off the heads of two traitors, but also threw bombs outside the four dance halls and threw flyers warning dancers.

Dancers: Some of you dance fox stairs, some of you dance waltz. Why don’t you go to the front line to kill the enemy? You drink brandy and whiskey, but why don’t you don’t donate some money to the army and buy more arms to kill the enemy?

Dancers: You are radiating the corrupt air of the enslaved people. The only way to remove this corrupt air is to dedicate your own blood to the entire nation. If you are seeking joy, we will send you a gift bomb to add joy to you.

With the endless battles and bloody incidents from all sides, Shanghai's isolated island has once again attracted the attention of Chinese and foreign people.

At the Yangzijiang Hotel on Hankou Road, the red dancer Ren Daidai lives here.

After reconnaissing Ren Daidai's residence, Wu Ming and Han Han disguised themselves and opened a room here, taking turns to monitor here. They hoped to kill the big fish, Sugihara, the captain of the Japanese military police.

When Wu Ming came to the hotel room again, Han Han was sitting honestly by the door and peeking out. Wu Ming sighed a little, communication is really inconvenient. If you have a mobile phone, even a "big brick" would be fine!

"We won't wait here." Wu Ming smiled and said, "I have been observing for a few days. Sugihara is too cautious. Every time I send a car to take Ren Dai Dai to another place. I don't come to this place at all. Let's think of other ways!" "Okay." Han Han nodded, "It's not easy to start the dance hall, so we'll do it on the road. How about I go to get explosives?"

"Do it!" Wu Ming had just finished speaking. He suddenly reached out and signaled Han Han to silence, pressed his ears against the door, and listened attentively.

The footsteps of several people approached from a distance. Wu Ming suddenly heard a very low-pressed Japanese sentence, "Leave the knife after finishing it. Warn Chongqing."

"What does it mean?" Wu Ming frowned and gently pushed the door open a small crack. He saw three men knocking on the room where Ren Daidai lives.

As soon as the door opened, a man suddenly broke in, and a half-broken screamed in a low voice. The other two people also entered one after another, and pulled out a knife from their waists from their waists, a Japanese knife.

"Japanese? Warn Chongqing?" Wu Mingmu guessed some situations vaguely and waved at Han Han, "Take the guy and prepare to do it, you one and two of you." After that, he turned around and pushed the door and walked out.

Han Han pulled out his dagger, his sleeves were in the tube, and he was a little confused.

When he walked to the door of the room, someone walked out of the room not far behind. Wu Ming hesitated for a moment, gave up violence, blocked the door with his body, pulled the door lock with his tool, and with a click, the lock was opened, and a shout came from the room, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Wu Ming turned his head and winked at Han Han, and suddenly pushed open the door, staggering the man who came inside to block the door.

It was too late, the other two Japanese in the room, one covered Ren Daidai's mouth, and the other had already inserted the Japanese knife into her chest.

Wu Ming didn't say anything, shook his hand and flew out two steel needles, jumped over. Han Han behind him surrounded the door with his backhand, and held a dagger in his hand and rushed towards the Japanese who had just stood firm.

The guy holding a Japanese knife didn't have time to draw his sword, and his temple, which had been hit by a steel needle, shaking his body and fell to the ground.

Another guy was hit by a steel needle on his shoulder, and groaned in pain, let go of Ren Daidai, and reached out to pull out the gun from his waist.

Wu Ming whipped his leg in the air and kicked him hard on the head. His head was "booming", his eyes turned black and his body was shaking. With the sound of broken eggs, another severe pain came from his lower body. He rolled his eyes and fell down.

Han Han also ended the battle there, pulling the dagger out of the Japanese's chest, wiped it clean, and stood at the door with a knife.

Ren Daidai was lying on the ground with her face on her face, and blood stained the pink cheongsam on her chest red, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Wu Ming walked over gently, squatted down, looked at Ren Daidai's pale face, looked at the Japanese knife inserted into his chest, and sighed silently.

"Steel Needle?" Ren Daidai looked at Wu Ming's face and said in a low voice: "Bai, Bai Lemen, Kill Lin, Lin Zhijiang's master?"

Wu Ming nodded slightly, reached out to help her to help her, and gave up helplessly, gently lifting her head so that she could feel more comfortable. Ren Daidai actually chuckled gently, with a sad beauty on her face, "It's a pity that Sugihara didn't come, otherwise I would have no regrets to die."

"You, do you have anything else to explain?" Wu Ming asked softly, putting his ear close to her mouth.

A trace of pain flashed on Ren Daidai's face, and his eyes were a little dissipated, "Tell me, brother, I'm not, not a traitor dancer. His name is Ren Baochuan, live..., thank you." The voice became lighter and lighter, and it was almost unheard of at last.

The second update is that you have no shame and no shame to ask for monthly tickets. Just hit me. Just don’t hit me in the hand. You can make a living by this!
Chapter completed!