Spy Wars: I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?

At this time, the night was getting darker, and the moonlight sprinkled on the stone road of Yunzhou Ancient City, which seemed particularly peaceful. A group of Japanese soldiers in military uniforms slowly walked into Hu's Restaurant, led by Captain Beiyuan of the Military Police. The man was short but sharp-eyed, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips. He seemed to be familiar with Hu Yunkai.

"Captain Beiyuan, you are such a rare guest. I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still so energetic." Hu Yunkai put away his inner tension, put on a warm smile on his face, and greeted him. He folded his hands lightly on his abdomen and bowed slightly to show his respect.

"Oh, Boss Hu, you've been very busy lately. As usual, please give me one of your signature dishes." Captain Kitahara waved his hand, with a hint of familiarity in his words.

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll arrange it right away." Hu Yunkai nodded and bowed, turned and walked towards the kitchen, instructing the chef to prepare the meal.

The proprietress Lan Yajun also hurried forward and led the Japanese soldiers into the quiet box where they often sat, pouring hot tea for them one by one. The aroma of tea filled the entire room.

The members of the military police were sitting in the box. One of them complained in Japanese: "These damn Mei agencies have problems with their work, and we have to clean up the mess with the military police."

"That's right. They are usually so arrogant, but when they are in trouble they come to us. What's the intelligence department? It's totally useless!" another military police echoed, obviously indignant about this situation.

"I heard that on the train from Haizhou to Yunzhou, two entire squads of imperial soldiers, about 110 people, were all killed." Military Police 1 said heavily, his tone full of regret.

"That's right. I heard that it was done by one person, and important intelligence from the Mei Agency is also missing. They guessed that the attacker's destination was Yuncheng, so now everyone in Yuncheng has to be carefully interrogated. This is really hard for us." Military Police 2 sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Enough, stop talking. There are some things you can't say casually here." Kitahara Taisuke stopped their complaints in time, and his eyes swept across the box, appearing very vigilant.

"Captain, you are just too cautious, and the boss lady doesn't understand Japanese." A military policeman whispered.

Lan Yajun pretended not to understand their conversation, with a blank expression on her face, keeping her usual calmness. She was fluent in Japanese, and she had made great efforts to learn it in order to hide. "Taijun, I'll go to the kitchen to see how the dishes are being prepared." She stood up and said politely.

"Yoshi, boss lady, please come back quickly. We still have to perform official duties after dinner." Captain Kitahara nodded, signaling her to hurry up.

Lan Yajun returned to the compartment, but her mind was full of thoughts. The incident on the train made her doubt whether her comrades were safe.

On the other side, in the quiet dusk, Tang Xiaoxiao's figure quietly appeared at the edge of Yunzhou City. She skillfully parked the black car deep in a dense forest, using trees and shadows to cleverly conceal the vehicle to ensure that it would not attract any unnecessary attention.

Her eyes were as sharp as a cat's, and she moved slowly along the ancient city wall, carefully searching for possible entrances. Every brick and stone, every crack, was visible under her scrutiny.

Finally, at a corner of the city wall, a dilapidated stone staircase covered by vines caught her attention. This place had obviously been forgotten for a long time, and it was exactly the breakthrough point she needed. Tang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and jumped onto the stone staircase lightly, like a nimble cat, climbing up the city wall silently and landing silently.

Tang Xiaoxiao put on her pre-prepared student outfit and blended into the bustling crowd. She wore a cotton and linen shirt with pants and a black hat on her head, which cleverly concealed her true identity. She looked around the streets and alleys, looking for the unique delicacies of Yunzhou City.

"The tofu pudding in Yunzhou City has a unique flavor." She muttered to herself, picking up a small piece of tender tofu with a bamboo stick in her hand and putting it into her mouth. The delicate taste made her smile slightly. She took the steaming snack in her hand and savored it while paying attention to the movements around her. Every pedestrian, every stall, and every tiny sound formed a unique picture in her eyes and ears.

She has lost contact with the organization and now urgently needs a radio to contact the headquarters as soon as possible to inform them of her situation. Time is like a sword hanging over her head, and every moment that passes may bring irreversible consequences.

As time went by, the sky gradually darkened, and the street lights began to flicker like stars. Tang Xiaoxiao's attention became more focused, and she began to shuttle among the crowd, her ears filled with various sounds: the hawkers' cries, the children's laughter, the conversations of pedestrians... These sounds intertwined to form a symphony of a bustling city.

Tang Xiaoxiao chose a quaint inn as her temporary resting place. She needed to recuperate in order to sneak into Iwai Mansion at night and cleverly borrow the key radio transmitter.

As night falls and the lights come on, the doors and windows of Yunkai Restaurant gradually close, ending the hustle and bustle of the day. This three-story restaurant has a lively lobby and a busy kitchen on the first floor, private dining rooms on the second floor, and a quiet and secluded living space for the owners Hu Yunkai and Lan Yajun on the third floor.

Hu Yunkai and Lan Yajun sat under the dim light, with solemn expressions on their faces. They were talking about the secret information they had accidentally heard from the enemy during the day. These words were like a haze, shrouding their hearts and making them unable to let go.

Hu Yunkai, with deep eyes, fell into a long period of contemplation. Finally, he said firmly: "We must convey this information. Send the telegram."

Lan Yajun is always calm, and this time is no exception. She simply responded, "Okay." There was no hesitation, no questioning, only trust in her partners and a sense of responsibility for the mission.

The bed was gently pushed open, and the secret hidden under the bed was revealed - a hidden hole, inside which was a small and sophisticated radio, like their lifeline to the outside world.

Hu Yunkai skillfully adjusted the frequency of the radio. The familiar "beep beep" sound echoed in the air, as if waiting for a response from afar.

"How is it?" He turned his head and asked Lan Yajun, his eyes full of anticipation.

Lan Yajun listened attentively. After a moment, she replied, "The headquarters told us not to worry. It may be that the comrade who came to contact us encountered an accident. The person who came is very strong. If there is any problem, it may be that something went wrong on the enemy side."

Hu Yunkai frowned when he heard this: "No matter how strong you are, without organization and discipline, you are just fighting alone." His tone revealed his dissatisfaction with the disorderly behavior.

Lan Yajun understood his concerns, but this was not the time to complain. She comforted him, "Okay, now that we have received instructions, just wait patiently. Trust the judgment of the headquarters." After that, she began to tidy up the radio, carefully put it back where it belonged, and restored peace to the room.