After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Jiang Shiyuan felt a little upset when he thought of this.

She swallowed the remaining wontons in the bowl, threw down a dollar, picked up her pearl handbag and left.

"Oh my, Miss, you are so generous. Come and cut the wontons for me next time!"

The proprietress put away the money with a smile, but the look she gave towards Jiang Shiyuan's departing back seemed somewhat meaningful.

"Yes, the more I look at her, the more she looks like her..." She turned around to clean up the dishes and couldn't help muttering to herself.

Jiang Shiyuan walked quickly all the way and arrived at the Garden Hotel, which was across the street from the Sacred Heart Hospital.

This is the most luxurious hotel in the entire Shanghai International Settlement, bar none.

And she, the apple of Marshal Jiang's eye, had a long private room on the top floor of the hotel.

When the original owner didn't want to go back to Jiang Mansion, he usually stayed here at night.

"Ms. Jiang, good night!"

When the doorman saw her coming, he immediately opened the door of the hotel politely and bowed to her.

The receptionist was well-trained. She trotted to the elevator, pressed the button for her, and handed her the room key with both hands.

"Miss Jiang, here is your key. I wish you a pleasant stay!"

Along the way, all the hotel service staff were very respectful to her and dared not say a word of nonsense.

Obviously, everyone knew that Miss Jiang II had a bad temper and they couldn't afford to offend her.

Jiang Shiyuan also followed the original owner's example and acted like a warlord's daughter. She only nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then, she walked into the elevator gracefully, wearing lambskin high heels with a serious expression.

"Ding--"

The elevator reached the top floor, the tenth floor.

Jiang Shiyuan opened the door of the room. The decoration and furnishings inside the room were more luxurious than she had imagined.

The crystal chandeliers are glittering, the leather sofas are soft and comfortable, and the living room and bedroom are covered with precious handmade carpets.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the brightly lit night view of Shanghai, and even the scene of the snack street just now can be seen.

Jiang Shiyuan turned on the light, drew the curtains, and walked to the large wardrobe opposite the bathroom.

Here is the safe provided by the hotel to VIP guests.

The password is the original owner’s birthday, 0813.

With a "click", the safe opened and Jiang Shiyuan was stunned.

There were three weapons and matching magazines neatly stacked inside.

A Qiang brand revolver, a Ma brand revolver, and a finely crafted flower-mouth revolver.

Add to that the pocket Browning in her pearl handbag, and my goodness, I now have four weapons!

Jiang Shiyuan swallowed his saliva. If this happened in peacetime, it would be a definite crime.

She is really tortured now!

Taking a deep breath, she slowly picked up the masturbator.

It feels heavy in the hand, with a cold metallic touch.

This thing is much more powerful than the little Browning in my handbag!

The scene before her was so unreal to her who had just come from the real world!

Jiang Shiyuan calmed himself down and turned his gaze to an inconspicuous small telescope in the corner of the safe.

She picked up the telescope, walked to the curtain, opened a gap, and pointed the lens at the snack street.

In the darkness of the night, diners are still coming in an endless stream.

The lights and fireworks are intertwined, full of the atmosphere of the city.

However, in Jiang Shiyuan's eyes, he saw another disharmonious scene.

Several men with suspicious behavior were hiding among the vendors and diners.

They seem nonchalant, but their eyes are extremely sharp and they are vigilantly observing everything around them.

Although the clothes on these people were different, they all had bulges around their waists, obviously hiding weapons.

Jiang Shiyuan continued to move the telescope and found a total of five Military Intelligence Bureau spies within her field of vision.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the camera.

"Old Huang?!"

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but let out a low cry and almost dropped the telescope in his hand.

Why is he here?

I saw Lao Huang parked his rickshaw at the entrance of the food street, squatting in front of the rickshaw and chewing on a crab shell yellow cake. It seemed that he happened to be eating and working here at the same time.

But Jiang Shiyuan's keen intuition told her that this matter was not that simple.

This snack street is where ordinary people eat on weekdays. It offers a wide variety of snacks at affordable prices.

There are rarely rickshaw drivers coming here to solicit customers because most of the diners here cannot afford it.

What's more, with Lao Huang's identity as "Kuafu", he doesn't need to do the rough work of setting up controls himself.

Jiang Shiyuan frowned, quickly analyzing various possibilities in his mind.

Could it be that the webmaster assigned a task to Lao Huang alone?

But who is Lao Huang’s target?

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes searched the crowd.

There were no other suspicious people on this street except for a few secretly deployed Military Intelligence Bureau spies.

Wait! Military Intelligence Bureau spy?

Jiang Shiyuan's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized a problem.

The few Military Intelligence Bureau spies stationed here are all of ordinary level. They have no connection with the special operations team members and are not qualified to know these important members.

In other words, they don’t know Lao Huang’s true identity at all!

Then, it is impossible that Lao Huang appeared here to pick them up.

Jiang Shiyuan and "Kuafu" Lao Huang are mainly responsible for collecting and transmitting important intelligence within the group.

They were directly led by Wang Fangnan, the station chief of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station, and the two usually cooperated in missions.

Just like before, she and Lao Huang received orders from the stationmaster to secretly observe Fang Lansheng's whereabouts and conduct tests on their own.

But now, Lao Huang appeared here alone, as if he was deliberately avoiding him.

Could it be...

Jiang Shiyuan's heart sank suddenly.

Could it be that the webmaster was dissatisfied with Fang Lansheng's identity verification results and even began to question his own loyalty and professionalism?

All kinds of speculations flooded into Jiang Shiyuan's mind like a tide, making him feel suffocated.

At this moment, the protagonist of tonight's operation, Fang Lansheng, appeared!

He was wearing a silver-gray satin gown and was riding in a rickshaw as he came down from the food street. He just happened to pass by Old Huang who was eating a cake with his head down.

After walking two steps, Fang Lansheng seemed to find that his shoelaces were untied, so he bent down to tie his shoelaces, and then walked straight into the snack street.

He first stopped at a stall selling pork ribs and rice cakes and packed up a portion of freshly-cooked pork ribs and rice cakes.

Then he walked to the wonton stall that Jiang Shiyuan had just visited.

"Hey, Boss Fang, how come you have time to come here today?"

The proprietress wiped her hands on her apron and came over to greet us warmly in the northern city Mandarin: "Please sit inside. For wontons, do you want the same old style?"

Fang Lansheng quickly lifted the hem of his long gown, sat down on the long bench, and nodded, "Yes, three-fresh wontons, with more cilantro!"

Judging from the expressions and postures of the two when they met and talked, they must be old acquaintances.

The proprietress's face was facing Jiang Shiyuan's telescope, while Fang Lansheng sat sideways facing her.

Jiang Shiyuan had learned lip reading during his training in the Military Control Commission, so he easily understood what the proprietress said to him.

"Boss Fang, if you had come a little earlier, you would have met Miss Jiang Er!"

"You two have exactly the same taste. You both bought pork ribs and rice cakes, and you both added more cilantro to your three-fresh wontons!"

Jiang Shiyuan noticed at this time that Fang Lansheng's right hand holding the chopsticks paused.

He seemed a little surprised, but I couldn't tell what he said exactly.

"Oh, is it so?"

Fang Lansheng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, as if he remembered some old things he had seen when he was singing in the Jiang Mansion. The corners of his lips curled up into a meaningful smile.

Then he continued to complain to the boss lady: "Speaking of our Second Miss Jiang, her actions are really absurd!"

"This morning, she rushed to the Tianchan Theater and broke the large glass lamp on the stage."

"Then he pointed a gun at my head and openly forced me to marry him. He seemed determined to fight me to the death!"

"I was confused and thinking about how to respond, but they suddenly gave up and left, and even bought all my tickets for the show. It was really confusing..."

The proprietress was very excited when she tasted this fresh melon.

"Oh, Boss Fang, I didn't expect you and Miss Jiang Er have such a close relationship?"

Fang Lansheng's handsome face darkened, "What kind of friendship is this? I am not worthy of it!"

Unexpectedly, the lady boss immediately said with great joy: "Hey, who can tell what's going on between you young people?"

Fang Lansheng quickly put down his chopsticks and waved his hand.

"No, no, no, Miss Jiang is engaged to the second young master of the Chen family!"

"After what she did this morning, it will definitely be reported in the newspaper tomorrow!"

"What did I do to offend Fang that I have to be embarrassed along with her..."

Fang Lansheng was speechless for a moment and had to lower his head to eat the wontons.

The proprietress nodded and agreed, "Yes, our Jiang family's second young lady's behavior is indeed a bit outrageous."

"She's in the tabloids every week and the major newspapers every month. She's a big celebrity in Shanghai. Even a wonton seller like me can recognize her at a glance..."