Chapter 1103: Lemen confronts the warlord commander

That night.

Inside the preparatory office of the New Asia Hotel in Jiuhai, drafted official documents of the pseudo-regime were scattered on the floor. Liang Hongzhi's hand holding the pen kept shaking, and the ink smudged onto the documents.

"Damn it, how is this possible?"

"The Sakura Country's 3rd Division is an elite force. How could they not even be able to take down the Sihang Warehouse and even be completely wiped out?!"

Liang Hongzhi was so angry that he slammed the table. The crystal chandelier above his head was shaking, and the faces of the traitors in the room were as pale as ghosts.

Liang Hongzhi, who had originally surrendered to the Japanese and was preparing to establish a puppet regime, was shocked to hear the news that the Japanese Third Division was completely wiped out. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and could not sit still.

In Liang Hongzhi's view, the fall of Haikou was a foregone conclusion, but he never expected that such complications would arise.

I can’t believe it!

I never expected this!

"Director, please calm down..." The Finance Committee member had just opened his mouth when Liang Hongzhi smashed the celadon teacup against him, splashing water all over his face.

A tense and depressing atmosphere spread in the room. When everyone was silent, the sound of glass breaking was suddenly heard outside the window - a black shadow broke in through the window, and the black windbreaker fluttered in the air flow.

Smoke was still coming out of the muzzle of Lin Lang's clone's gun, and the AK47 automatic rifle was glowing coldly under the pale moonlight.

He suddenly appeared like a ghost and shot all the traitors in the room with a burst of gunfire.

Liang Hongzhi crawled and rolled to hide behind the safe. The moment he took out the pistol, the cold barrel of the gun was pressed against his lower back.

"Traitor, it's time to settle your blood debt, go to hell!" Lin Lang's voice was like ice, and he pulled the trigger mercilessly to try Liang Hongzhi, one of the four major traitors of the Republic of China.

This traitor who once attempted to split the country collapsed on the traitorous treaty he drafted, and the gurgling blood dyed the words "Reform Government" into a glaring dark red.

The sound of gunfire gradually subsided, and only the waves of the Huangpu River outside the window continued to beat against this vicissitudes of life city.

Disappeared like a ghost.

At the same time, in the ballroom of the Paramount Hotel in Shanghai, the gilded chandeliers illuminated the dance floor like a dream.

On the stage, the singer was wrapped in a shawl embroidered with silver thread, singing softly to the beat, with pearl earrings swaying gracefully on both sides of her cheeks.

On the dance floor, a gentleman in a suit hugged a woman in a cheongsam and spun around her, the tips of his leather shoes drawing elegant arcs on the parquet floor.

The sound of mahjong tiles colliding wafted from the second-floor box, mixed with cigar smoke and laughter, weaving a luxurious web in the air.

In a private room in the lobby on the first floor, Lin Lang's fingertips had just touched the red wine glass when he heard the reminder sound of his clone being recalled by the system after completing the mission of exterminating traitors.

As light and shadow intertwined, his pupils flashed a faint blue, and then returned to normal.

Beside him, Marry Yang shook her wine glass. "Hubby, you have that signature smirk on your face. Could it be that your clone has succeeded in carrying out the mission of exterminating traitors?"

"That's right, the traitor Liang Hongzhi has been killed." Lin Lang raised his glass, the purple-red wine reflecting the rotating crystal chandelier. "Come, let's toast to celebrate!"

Marry Yang clinked glasses with a smile, her fiery red lips gleaming brightly under the light. "We should celebrate! Those traitors should have gone to hell long ago."

Ma Xiaofei raised her glass with a smile: "Husband, I was wondering how you could single-handedly destroy the Myanmar-Beijing human trafficking gang and rescue my niece. I didn't know you were so amazing!"

Lin Lang smiled and said, "It's all in the past. Don't keep it in mind."

Ma Xiaofei replied gratefully, "If you hadn't risked your life to save Sixia, our family would have fallen apart long ago. My brother was already devastated enough when my sister-in-law was hacked to death by a medical rioter."

"And then I accidentally lost my little niece. If Sixia's organs were sold by human traffickers, how could I face my brother? How could I live like that?"

Lin Lang placed his hand on Ma Xiaofei's knee and patted it. "You didn't lose your niece on purpose. Let's not talk about the past anymore. I have some good news to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"

Ma Xiaofei and her best friend Marry Yang asked in unison, "What's the good news?"

Lin Lang whispered back, "The clones I sent out to rob the foreign bank and the vault have all returned with a full load, taking over thirty tons of gold bars and ingots."

"My husband is awesome!" Ma Xiaofei smiled happily.

After hearing this, Marry Yang covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise, "Then we've become rich, haven't we?!"

Lin Lang took out two "factory bars" minted by the official mint of the Republic of China from the personal space he shared with his clone, and handed them to Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei respectively.

"Wow, honey, this is the first time I've seen gold bars from the Republic of China!" Marry Yang's eyes lit up.

Ma Xiaofei took the gold bar with great curiosity and asked, "Honey, I wonder if the gold bars from the Republican era were of high purity?"

Lin Lang replied, "Look at the stamp on the gold bar. 991 means the purity of this gold bar is 99.1%, which is similar to the purity of modern gold bars with three nines."

After hearing this, Ma Xiaofei continued to ask, "Husband, what does the 5.011 stamp on the gold bar mean?"

Lin Lang patiently replied, "This proves that the weight of this gold bar is a little more than 5 taels. The stamp on the top is the number of the gold bar."

Marry Yang was puzzled and asked, "Honey, the weight of the gold bar in my hand is 5.008, why do the two gold bars weigh different amounts?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Because the craftsmanship of casting gold bars during the Republic of China period was to first cast a gold plate and then cut it by hand, it was not as standardized as modern craftsmanship. The weight was later weighed and stamped, so there are slight differences in the weight of gold bars."

"I understand, husband." Marry Yang smiled sweetly.

A small group of soldiers surrounded the warlord's son Lu Xiaojia and hurriedly went up to the second-floor box to drink and have fun. They accidentally caught a glimpse of the mixed-race beauty Marry Yang, and couldn't help but look at her twice, and some evil thoughts came to their mind.

Lin Lang, who was completely unaware of the situation, kissed Marry Yang on the cheek and said lovingly, "Baby, you have to be more prepared to get pregnant with my baby soon. If you have a daughter, I'll reward you with ten tons of gold bars. If you have a son, I'll reward you with fifteen tons of gold bars."

Marry Yang's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she smiled sweetly, covering her mouth and saying, "Honey, is that true?"

"Of course it's true." Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly.

Marry Yang giggled and said, "Hubby, if I give you a baby, I'll be financially independent. Then why would I keep working so hard to be a program director?"

"Silly wife, the thing your husband has the most is money, yet you are always embarrassed to spend my money. Are you stupid?" Lin Lang pinched Marry Yang's pretty face.

Ma Xiaofei, sitting nearby, was filled with jealousy as she shook Lin Lang's arm and said coquettishly, "Hubby, if I give birth to a baby for you, will there be a gold bar reward like Marry?"

Lin Lang kissed Ma Xiaofei on the cheek and replied lovingly, "Yes, of course. You two are best friends. How can a husband favor one over the other? I have both!"

After hearing this, Ma Xiaofei squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Good husband, muah! I will definitely give you a son as the first child, hehe..."

"Haha..." Lin Lang smiled and drank the wine in the glass, and the spicy wine slid into his throat.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Lin Lang hugged his two concubines on the left and right and stepped into the dance floor. Amidst the lights and wine, he temporarily put aside all the bloody events.

In the dance floor, Lin Lang was dancing gracefully with his arms around Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei, unaware that his graceful dancing posture and the beauty of the two beauties had already attracted the attention and whispers of the guests around him.

After all, Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei's fashionable outfits in modern short skirts, coupled with stockings, beautiful legs and high heels, are too eye-catching in the old sea.

In the private room on the second floor, Lu Xiaojia extinguished his cigar fiercely in the ashtray, and the amber whiskey rippled in the glass.

He stared at the black-haired, blue-eyed Marry Yang on the dance floor downstairs, his Adam's apple rolling. He turned around, pinched the chin of the dancer next to him, and sneered: "You rouge and vulgar women are not even as good as that foreign girl's little finger."

Lu Xiaojia ordered the adjutant: "Go, call that foreign girl over to accompany me for drinks!"

The adjutant hurried downstairs with four armed soldiers and rushed around the dance floor.

Lin Lang had just finished a dance and happened to be returning to the private room with his two beauties. He caught a glimpse of several figures approaching aggressively and immediately protected Ma Xiaofei and Marry Yang behind him.

The adjutant kicked over a chair with his leather shoe and said in a pretentious manner, "Our young marshal would like to invite this young lady to have a drink."

Marry Yang clutched Lin Lang's sleeves and said weakly, "Husband, what should I do?"

Ma Xiaofei took Marry Yang's arm and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Marry. These little Karami are no match for our husbands."

Lin Lang's brows were as cold as blades, and his voice was as cold as ice: "If you don't want to die, get out of here now."

"How dare you!" The adjutant immediately pulled the bolt, pointing the black muzzle at Lin Lang's brow. "Do you even know who our young marshal is?"

Lin Lang sneered with disdain: "I don't care who your young marshal is. If you don't get out of here, you will die."

The adjutant angrily pressed his gun against Lin Lang's forehead and shouted, "Our young marshal is the son of General Lu, the governor of Zhejiang! You dare to insult us on the beach? Believe it or not, I will shoot you right now."

Lin Lang moved as fast as a ghost. He suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist, snatched the pistol, put it to the adjutant's forehead and pulled the trigger. After a "bang" sound of the gunshot, the adjutant was shot in the head and fell to the ground dead on the spot.

The guests around screamed and ran away. Ma Xiaofei pulled the trembling Marry Yang and hid behind Lin Lang.

The four soldiers behind the adjutant were instantly frightened and broke out in cold sweats. In panic, they raised their guns to shoot Lin Lang, but were shot to death by Lin Lang.

Gunshots rang out in the lobby on the first floor of the Paramount, and smoke filled the air above the private seats.

The sound of wine glasses breaking was heard in the box on the second floor. Lu Xiaojia, who was furious, appeared, stepping on the mess on the ground, and rushed down the stairs with a dozen of his men armed with guns, pointing the black muzzles of their guns at Lin Lang.

"Damn it, you dare to touch my people? I think you are tired of living! Tell me your name before you die!" Lu Xiaojia pointed the gun at Lin Lang with a murderous look on his face.

The guests screamed in fear and ran away, and the tables and chairs were knocked over.

The music on the stage suddenly stopped, the entire Paramount was in chaos, and the tense atmosphere was about to explode.

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei hid behind Lin Lang, frightened by the tense scene and trembling with fear.

"Husband, what should we do?" Marry Yang's voice was filled with tears.