Zhang Yong's face was expressionless.

Two spies hurt each other. He is responsible for using his mouth.

"But……"

Brother Hao San is still hesitating.

After all, he is one of his own. He doesn't want to take action immediately.

However, Zhang Yong rolled his eyes coldly, "What? Are you Japanese too?"

"I'm not!" Hao Sange replied hastily.

With your heart crossed, take a wooden spoon.

Start scooping out oil.

The wooden spoon is large and holds half a spoonful of oil.

Half a spoon should be enough to hold it, right?

"Brother Hao San, you are suspected of being a traitor to the country and collaborating with the enemy!" Zhang Yong said from behind.

"I don't have..." Brother Hao had no choice but to put the wooden spoon down again and fill it with oil. At this time, the oil in the grilled fish plate was already boiling.

That one is boiling hot and full of heat.

Others didn't dare to look more.

Don't even dare to think too much.

A spoonful of hot oil poured down...

Even Gu Bafeng shuddered quietly.

Why didn't I realize that Zhang Yong was so ruthless before? No wonder he is so good at catching Japanese spies. Daqing is a bit psychopathic!

"Pour it into your crotch first."

"Then start watering again."

"Wait a few minutes and then water again."

"In this way, the whole person will be cooked slowly."

Zhang Yong said slowly.

Prince Qing's face became even more ugly.

Brother Hao San was also shaking violently in his heart. The wooden spoon in his hand shook.

So cruel.

"fall!"

"yes……"

Brother Hao San is ready to fight.

He cannot expose himself.

Otherwise, who knows if he will be the next one to be fueled?

It's better to pour oil on others than to be poured oil on others, right?

He couldn't imagine what would happen if a spoonful of hot oil fell on him.

It is estimated that he will definitely not be able to bear it...

What's more, the other party has to water it repeatedly...

"I said!"

"I said!"

Prince Qing suddenly shouted loudly.

He was terrible. Too frightened. He collapsed. He couldn't bear it anymore.

Give him a good beating. He can withstand it.

Even if he were arrested and sent to a prison cell, he might be able to withstand it.

However, he couldn't bear the pouring of a spoonful of hot oil without any care. The fear made him completely collapse.

And the repeated pouring of oil boiled his whole body, which was the last straw that broke his heart.

"explain."

"I, I, I..."

"Keep pouring."

"I said, I am Japanese, I am Japanese..."

"name."

"The second son of Cen Jiao."

Prince Qing answered honestly.

He doesn't want to suffer.

I don’t want to have hot oil fall on me. I don’t want to become an acquaintance.

"Cen Jiao's second son?"

"yes."

"Cen Jiao..."

Zhang Yong pondered this surname thoughtfully.

Have you encountered such a surname before? It seems not. Well, there is no point in delving into Japanese surnames.

There is someone named my grandson. What about Watanabe, Noda, Takahashi...

"What is your mission?"

"Long term lurking."

"do what?"

"Disguise yourself as Chinese, build up your power, and wait for the opportunity."

"So, you established your own power in Anqing?"

"A little……"

Cen Jiao's second son didn't dare to speak too fully.

In fact, establishing power is not that easy. It requires a lot of money.

In the past, with relatively stable financial support, it was relatively easy to establish influence. But now, the capital chain is broken, and it is difficult to maintain influence.

It is still difficult for a newly established gang to be completely self-sufficient.

Even if a spy is very capable and has very professional skills, he cannot become successful overnight in a short period of time.

"What's the biggest difficulty?"

"ah?"

"Let me ask you, what is the biggest problem you are facing right now?"

"No money..."

Cen Jiaojiao answered honestly.

It seems that the angle of the other party's inquiry is very strange. They don't ask about intelligence, nor do they ask about other Japanese spies.

I came up here to ask about these messy things.

It seemed that everything was answered truthfully and there were no problems. He was indeed short of money!

The reason why he came down the river from Anqing to Jinling this time was because he wanted to come here to seek help. He needed financial support.

"Money, money..."

Brother Hao San next to him also felt the same way.

He formed the Fish Gang. The biggest difficulty he encountered was lack of money.

Before, there was external financial support that allowed him to solve many problems. But that is gone now.

The online reply was that the organization is currently in financial difficulty and there is no financial support for the time being. He needs to find a solution on his own.

Helpless, Brother Hao had no choice but to increase his fishing efforts. He would go out early and come back late.

However, you can only make a lot of money by fishing.

But without money, others won't listen to you at all, and you won't be able to speak well.

Even though it was his suggestion to organize the Fish Gang, the others were the brides who entered the room and the matchmaker threw them over the wall and forgot about him.
To be continued...