Operation Red Book

"I can't be healthy while you are here..."

Mr. Zhu stood up with a smile, held down Ivy's restless head with one hand, and used the other hand to push away the bushes in front of him with a sword.

Ivy lowered her body and peeked out through the gaps between the leaves.

The outside world was clearly divided into two camps.

On the steps of Shisanfang stood the thieves led by Zhao Minghua; on the open space in front of the steps, Alexander led the government troops, standing guard vigilantly with guns at hand.

When Mr. Zhu walked to the center of the two camps, the two groups of people expanded outward for several steps with Mr. Zhu as the center, like oil stains floating on a pool of water.

A large open space is left in the center, which seems to be a stage specially prepared for Mr. Zhu.

He walked slowly to the opposite side of Zhao Minghua, his eyes fixed on the sword pointed at him.

"How did you know I was hiding there?"

Mr. Zhu had his sword behind his back with both hands, restlessly arranging the sword in a flower pattern.

Although he was smiling triumphantly, Ivy saw his brows, which contained hidden sadness, trembled slightly unconsciously.

"Smell it."

Zhao Minghua didn't say much. His expression was calm, and his eyes were like those of a little beast, as if he wanted to eat Mr. Zhu alive.

"The dead nose has been in salt water for so long, and it's still so sensitive?"

Mr. Zhu lowered his head and smiled, his tone cold.

"You are still the same as you were in life, like a dog."

"Shut up!"

The old eunuch beside Zhao Minghua suddenly interrupted Mr. Zhu with a sharp voice.

He was arrogant, with his nostrils slightly flared, like a squeaking little mouse.

"Be bold!"

Mr. Zhu's expression changed instantly, and his voice suddenly became high-pitched, deep and powerful, with an aura that could move mountains and rivers.

Ivy had only seen such momentum when she listened to old actors singing in Shisanfang.

Every time the old actor shouted out an angry sound that burst out from his dantian, the audience in the building would applaud and cheer. The cheers came one after another, always louder than the old actor's long shouts, and then there was another wave of earth-shaking admiration.

But when Mr. Zhu shouted angrily, no one around him said a word, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

A breeze blew, blowing through the strands of hair on Mr. Zhu's forehead, but it could not blow away his sharp eyes like a tiger.

Mr. Zhu stood sideways, his blue robe fluttering between heaven and earth.

He is full of righteousness and his demeanor is like that of a tyrant occupying a mountain.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you yell my name!"

"When the Empress Dowager Cixi comes to my place, she must respectfully address me as Commander Zhu!"

"When the King of England comes to my territory, he must first serve me a cup of black tea worth a thousand gold coins, and then respectfully call me Mr. Zhu!"

"You're an old cucumber that rotted in the sea. You can't even hold your own handle, and yet you want to pee in my territory. It's disgusting to me just to watch you!"

"You!" the old eunuch cried out in a loud voice.

"If you don't respect me as the commander, who do you want to respect?"

Mr. Zhu rolled his eyes at the old eunuch and gradually shifted his gaze to Zhao Minghua.

"Can't wait to honor Commander Zhao, right?"

"Yes... ahem... yes!"

The old eunuch coughed for a long time in anger, and finally replied loudly with the help of others.

"Then ask him if he is willing to be the commander of Zhao."

After saying this, Mr. Zhu strode forward, fearlessly and without any scruples.

Zhao Minghua looked at him steadily without moving.

The thieves nearby were frightened, and the old eunuch hurriedly retreated and hid behind the thieves.

On the other side, a group of thieves who took advantage of the power of others rushed into the gate of Shisanfang.

"you say!"

Mr. Zhu stepped onto the stairs at the entrance of Shisanfang and said viciously.

"Zhao Minghua! You say!"

"You said you wanted me to address you as Commander Zhao, but I am Zhu Yuanzhang, whom even a kid on the street can address me as!"

"Is it? I ask you!"

"Do you want Zhu Yuanzhang to respect you as the commander? Do you?"

"Zhao Kai! You say!"

"Say it!"

"Bang!"

When he reached the last step, Mr. Zhu drew out his sword and swung it vigorously, knocking down Zhao Minghua's shuriken.

The blue sword was still held in Zhao Minghua's hand, but it looked like a limp dead snake.

Mr. Zhu took another step forward, and the cold sword easily touched Zhao Minghua's neck.

"Commander Zhao!"

The thieves in Shisanfang were instantly in an uproar, the old eunuch shouted loudly, and the kidnapped child was frightened and started crying and shouting.

The scene was in chaos, but Mr. Zhu and Zhao Minghua stood at the door looking at each other calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"I don't believe you will betray me..." Mr. Zhu's eyes welled up with tears, "I didn't believe it from the beginning..."

"Commander Zhu..."

Zhao Minghua's eyes also turned red at this time, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

"Release the child inside."

Mr. Zhu gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

Zhao Minghua lowered his eyes, bit his lip and shook his head.

"You fucking..."

Mr. Zhu was filled with rage and swung his sword forward. A stream of bright red blood immediately oozed out of Zhao Minghua's neck.

"Don't force me, Zhao Minghua. I've wanted to kill you for a long time."

"You and the ancestors behind you..."

Mr. Zhu's tone suddenly became heavier.

"You've caused so much trouble to the Chinese docks, forcing people, locking up the city, holding children hostage, and even kicking me in the face!"

Mr. Zhu grabbed Zhao Minghua's neck with his backhand, and the distance between them became much closer.

"Don't think I don't know that you treat my Muyunzhai as your own home, drink my expensive tea, and sleep in the bed that I and the girls sleep in!"

"You used my ink worth thousands of dollars to draw a turtle on my golden nanmu desk, and you, a turtle bastard, even stole the cigarettes hidden under my closet! Do you know how long I have been secretly saving them?"

"Did you drink the foreign liquor I hid in the bookcase?"

"Um……"

For the first time, Zhao Minghua avoided Mr. Zhu's gaze and snorted uneasily.

"Why are you so restless even after death! Zhao Minghua!"

Mr. Zhu was so angry that he took a step back and slapped Zhao Minghua.

The slap wasn't strong enough to knock his head back.

He let go of Zhao Minghua's neck, pinched his chin with his fingers, and crushed his lips as if punishing him.

"You dirty dog, bad dog, wretched dog, wild dog... When I was a kid, I shouldn't have asked the old gang leader to pick you up, you ungrateful dog!"

"Now I'm giving you a chance to reform, don't be so ungrateful... Let your people go, kid."

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhao Minghua coughed several times. With tears in his eyes, he looked up at Mr. Zhu. He struggled for a long time before squeezing out a syllable of "no" from between his teeth.

"Zhao Minghua!"

Mr. Zhu roared in anger. He pressed down Zhao Minghua's neck with one hand and raised the sword with the other, trying to pierce his throat with the sword.

"Yuan...Yuan is the Yuan in 'Yuan has orchids and Li has orchids, I miss you but dare not say it', Zhang is the Zhang in 'holding the clear Zhang River and leaning against the long island of Quju'..."

Zhao Minghua closed his eyes but muttered something vaguely.

"what?"

Mr. Zhu was a little surprised. He stopped his sword and felt a ringing in his ears.

Zhao Minghua gritted his teeth, turned his head, and slowly opened his eyes towards Mr. Zhu.

"Clap!"

A silver light slipped between the two of them and rolled down the stairs.

Mr. Zhu opened his eyes wide, looked at Zhao Minghua, who was panting slightly, in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice:

"What happened in that shipwreck..."

"Kill him..."

Before he finished speaking, a pleasant young voice suddenly came from Shisanfang.

The boy's voice was lazy and his accent was strange, like a dream talk, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

"what--"

The soldier behind Alexander screamed instantly, and then the church bells suddenly rang in his ears, as if he was there himself.

The world before my eyes was spinning, and my hands felt limp and I had no strength to move.

The pistol lost its support and fell to the ground. His mind became blurred and he fell to his knees unconscious.

In his blurred vision, Alexander saw a green sword piercing Mr. Zhu's body.

The bright red blood stained his clothes.

Behind the fallen figure, the bronze-skinned boy bared his fangs. He raised the bloody sword again, showing no mercy.

Finally, the gang of thieves rushed towards Alexander, with fangs in their mouths that could rival those of deep-sea sharks.