It was noon, after Du He finished his sweaty performance, he slowly packed up his things on his own platform.

In the afternoon, other artists will come to perform here. For Du He, it is something for colorful entertainment, and for other artists, it may be a good opportunity to become famous.

Jiang Ling came back without a good person. He held a fruit plate in his hand and a straw in his mouth, which was no different from the white-eyed man who was mixed on the street.

"Are you back? You can collect your magical powers. Your father will be you later." Du He took the fruit plate handed over by Jiang Ling, picked up a piece of melon to eat, and kindly reminded Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling shrugged, "He will not be in the mood to be me later."

"What do you mean?" Du He asked curiously.

"Old man Huang told me that there was a traitor in the team who was scattered outside." Jiang Ling didn't bother to worry, and sat on the small stage, his long legs swaying around, and he didn't care about it.

Du He was surprised and didn't even bother to collect the goods. He jumped off the stage, stood in front of Jiang Ling, and asked Surong, "The news is reliable?"

"How can it be unreliable? That old man can't do anything else, but he can't see it when he sees me." Jiang Ling rolled his eyes, "I think it's fake news. I have to go home and get back to rectify the rules and deal with those big-hearted little boys."

"Have you confirmed who it is?" Du He packed the box in a few seconds, grabbed it and dragged it to the side, ready to leave at any time.

Jiang Ling shook her head and pouted her mouth.

"The old man didn't tell me. He just told me to ask my father to perform magic and concentrate on doing magic. Don't go out randomly if you have nothing to do. It's a mistake to make people misunderstand it. It's not good if you accidentally hurt it."

Jiang Ling had no nerve to say that just to make up this sentence, she pinched the old man's shoulder for half an hour and didn't plan to see him again next month.

Du He frowned. He thought more carefully and thought more than Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling only thought that Mr. Huang was playing tricks on her, but this words came into his ears through Jiang Ling's mouth, and there was a meaning: Mr. Huang wanted Du He to be more peaceful.

This statement is very familiar. More than a month ago, Yang Meixue also warned Du He about similar words. Although Du He didn't care, he knew in his heart that it was good things, all for his good things.

Because Du He has been very obedient recently, except for having contact with Captain He, he spent the rest of his time studying magic, but he still got into trouble - because of his contact with Captain He, he attracted the Japanese.

How many evil deeds have the Americans committed in the Northeast? In Shanghai, which is in the Greater South, few people can face the specific understanding. However, during this period, newspapers and news reports are reported every day. People are dying in the north. Anyone can guess how many tragedies have been born there.

It is such a group of people who invade and kill people while being well-dressed and said that they are here to cooperate to make money. Who would have any good impression of such a two-faced person?

In the eyes of Chinese, Easterners are bad guys that even Indian black slaves cannot compare to.

"Mr. Huang has good intentions. He probably knows that the Japanese are targeting us." Du He said gently in Jiang Ling's ear.

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows and slapped the ground, "That old guy dared to sell his country and seek honor?"

"No, no, no, he is afraid that if we continue, there will be no good ending. After all, no matter how big the organization is, it is impossible to watch someone anytime and anywhere." Du He patiently relieved Jiang Ling of his misunderstanding about Mr. Huang.

With Du He's explanation, Jiang Ling's mood was slightly relieved and he was less angry, but he still felt that Mr. Huang's behavior was too unmanly.

"No wonder he is different from him. Look, how can he be reliable if he is too brave!" Jiang Ling glanced at Du He, and the meaning of the words was rare.

Du He touched his nose with a wry smile and murmured, "I don't look for someone to lean on you, I don't have to look at me if I'm a little timid."

Jiang Ling snorted lightly.

After a while, the people in the playground gradually dispersed for lunch. Seeing that there were fewer people, Jiang Ling asked Du He, who was carrying the box, to leave with her.

The celebration will last for a long time, probably until late at night, and they are arranged to perform open-air performances on the Bund not far away in the afternoon.

Lian Kuiban is definitely a big-name player in a small-scale performance team. He can not only perform within the big world, but also hold a concert for Du He in the Bund Scenic Area, which is the most attractive to his team. Although Mr. Huang is not very happy to see Du He, he still takes good care of his own Jiang Ling.

Next to more than a dozen buildings on the Bund, the open space was cleaned up. The traces left by Du He had already been cleared. I just don’t know what the person in the soil would end up. However, under the crushing and trampling of many tourists and pedestrians, even if they were still inside, I don’t know how deep it was under the ground.

Du He has not been limited to performing the show this time, so he can freely play it. He plans to perform a few big magic tricks to decompose small magic tricks. First, it can be familiar with it, and second, it can bring some new programs to tourists, so that everyone can be fresh and fresh together.

There were no annoying big sun and heat waves, performing on the Bund with the cool breeze and water moisture. For Du He, who had a lot of tanning in the morning, it was nothing better. He waited until the time to register and performed in a good mood.

Du He is the happiest when performing magic. Whether it is stealing Rilke's gold or breaking the conspiracy of Captain He's relatives, it cannot bring Du He such a beautiful and pleasant experience. Even without an audience, Du He will become very devoted once he starts performing, making people unable to help but be attracted by his performance, and then enter Du He's world and experience the magical world with him.

On the second floor of the Shanghai Federation, Ryunosuke Watanabe was having a meal gracefully, Takahashi Hashi was accompanying him, and an oriental man in a military uniform with a solemn expression stood behind him.

The lively sound outside could not affect the treacherous major general. Although he, who was deeply and unpredictable, noticed Du He's existence at the same time as Takahashi Haiyu, his behavior seemed to have never been noticed, and even the gentle smile on his face did not change at all.

He gave Jiang Ling a piece of sushi, and Watanabe Ryunosuke gently persuaded Takahashi Haiyu, who was not planning to eat again: "Eat a little more, and be strong, and the offspring we have nurtured will be healthy in the future."

Takahashi Hashi rubbed her stomach with one hand under the table, and her other hand put the sushi into her mouth without hesitation. With a gentle smile, a faint red color appeared on Takahashi Hashi's face, "Okay, Watanabe."

The smile on Watanabe Ryunosuke's face became more real.

Another young man in military uniform appeared at the entrance of the restaurant, and after saluting, he made two silent gestures.

Watanabe Ryunosuke nodded.

"What's wrong, Watanabe?" Takahashi Hashi keenly noticed Watanabe Ryunosuke's movements and asked softly.

Watanabe Ryunosuke shook his head and put a sashimi for Takahashi Hashi again, "It's nothing, there will be a meeting later, he will just remind me."

Takahashi Hashi nodded sensibly and did not ask any more questions.

Satisfaction flashed in Watanabe Ryunosuke's eyes.

After today, the bug that was in trouble would no longer exist.
Chapter completed!