Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Itai Yudai thought for a moment, then said, "Let's find a more secret place. If Zheng Yaoxian really wants to see us, he will definitely follow us in secret. With his ability, he will find us."

After talking to Ken Nakagawa for a few words, the two of them walked casually on the street with a dozen guards.

Nakagawa Ken pointed to a restaurant that was still open not far away and said, "Let's go there. It looks relatively clean and there aren't many eyes watching around."

"Okay, let's go."

The restaurant owner was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Seeing a group of Japanese people coming in, he turned pale with fear and came forward tremblingly: "Taijun... please, please come in..."

Itai Yudai said in fluent Chinese: "Give us a quiet private room and bring out all the signature dishes." He casually threw a few Japanese yen to the boss with his movements skillful and natural.

The boss bowed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, there is a private room on the second floor, please follow me."

Ban Jing said to the captain of the guards, "You wait downstairs. Do not come up without orders."

The captain of the guard hesitated and said, "Sir, this does not comply with safety regulations..."

"Baka!" Nakagawa Ken shouted angrily, "Who in Shanghai dares to harm us now? Follow our orders! Don't even think about eating and drinking with us for free. Order your own food and pay your own bill!"

The guards were speechless. . . . . . . . . .

They had no choice but to retreat downstairs and keep watch in the hotel lobby.

The private room was filled with the aroma of sandalwood, and an exquisite blue and white porcelain tea set was placed on the mahogany round table.

Yudai Itai and Ken Nakagawa sat opposite each other. They seemed relaxed, but in fact their muscles were tense.

Itai Yudai's right hand rested casually on the table, but his index finger unconsciously tapped the mahogany table, making a slight "tap, tap" sound.

Ken Nakagawa maintained the standard military sitting posture, with his back straight, but his right hand was always vaguely close to the hilt of the saber at his waist.

The hustle and bustle outside the window contrasts sharply with the silence inside.

In the distance, the sound of tank tracks and the footsteps of marching troops could be faintly heard, but these sounds seemed to be filtered by the paper-pasted window frames of the private room, becoming blurred and distant.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, only the sandalwood smoke rising from the incense burner slowly twisted in the air, outlining an invisible anxiety.

"Itai." Nakagawa Ken finally broke the silence, his voice dry: "Do you think he will really come?"

Itai Yudai flipped over a teacup, playing with it in his hands, and said, "Since Zheng Yaoxian dared to show up, he will definitely come. However... how he will appear is hard to say. It's best not to kill our people..."

Before he could finish his words, the door hinge creaked slightly.

Both men tensed their bodies at the same time. Itai Yudai's right hand had already slid towards the Nambu pistol at his waist, and Nakagawa Ken's knuckles turned white from gripping the knife so tightly.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a pair of rough hands came in, holding a red lacquer tea tray.

Then, a figure wearing a coarse cloth short jacket walked in sideways.

The man had his head lowered, with the brim of his hat pulled down so low that only the outline of his chin could be seen.

He walked slowly, almost silently, as nimbly as a cat.

"My two guests, this is our shop's special Longjing tea." The voice was low and in Chinese with a Jiangnan accent.

Yudai Itai and Ken Nakagawa exchanged glances and relaxed their vigilance slightly.

But just as the visitor placed the tea tray on the table and looked up, Itai Yudai's pupils suddenly contracted.

Although the other party deliberately changed his hairstyle and eyebrow shape, the slightly upturned eyes and the faint scar at the end of his left eyebrow allowed Itai Yudai to instantly recognize the identity of the person.

"How are you both?" Zheng Yaoxian suddenly switched to fluent Japanese and calmly placed the tea tray on the table.

He was wearing a short coarse cloth jacket like a waiter, but the temperament revealed in his every move was incompatible with this attire.

Even the simplest act of pouring tea carries an indescribable elegance.

Nakagawa Ken stood up suddenly: "Zheng Yaoxian! You didn't touch our people..."

"Mr. Nakagawa is still so impatient." Zheng Yaoxian smiled slightly and poured tea by himself. With a turn of his wrist, the green tea was accurately poured into the three teacups without a drop spilling.

"If I wanted to take their lives, why would I go to such great lengths?" He pushed two cups of tea in front of the two of them, his movements as graceful as if he were presiding over a tea ceremony.

Itai Yudai slowly shook his head from Nakagawa Ken, then smiled at Zheng Yaoxian and said, "Zheng-san, you've risked showing up. You're not here to reminisce about the past, are you? I admit that we had a pleasant time working together last time, but that's not a reason for you to risk showing up in front of us, is it?"

Zheng Yaoxian did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up his cup of tea, blew away the heat gently, and took a sip.

He performed this simple action calmly, as if they were really old friends who met by chance in a teahouse.

When he put down the teacup, his fingers lightly brushed the rim of the cup, leaving an imperceptible mark.

"After all, Shanghai's Longjing isn't as mellow as Hangzhou's," Zheng Yaoxian commented casually, his eyes glancing meaningfully at Banjing Yudai. "Just like some things, you can say them in Harbin, but you have to be more cautious in Shanghai."

Itai Yudai's fingers trembled slightly.

Zheng Yaoxian was hinting at their previous secret contact in Harbin, while also reminding them of the complexity of their current environment.

"Mr. Zheng, if you have anything to say, just say it." Itai Yudai remained calm on the surface.

Zheng Yaoxian's gaze roamed between the two of them, finally settling on Itai Yudai's face. "Itai-kun, you have fewer pimples on your face now, and you've become more composed. I remember when we were in Harbin, you were still quite the brat."

This seemingly casual greeting made Itai Yudai feel relaxed.

Zheng Yaoxian was saying in a disguised way that he had grown up, which Itai Yudai liked to hear.

"Zheng-san has a really good memory," Itai Yudai replied calmly, "But Zheng-san is as bold as ever, which I really admire."

"My life is a toilsome one. If the higher-ups have plans, I have to run myself to the bone."

Zheng Yaoxian said this and calmly took out a manila envelope from his arms.

His movements were extremely graceful, his fingers long and steady, as if he were presenting a work of art.

"Before we talk about business, please take a look at this first." Zheng Yaoxian gently pushed the envelope to the center of the table. His fingertips paused on the envelope for a moment, leaving a subtle indentation.

Itai Yudai did not touch the envelope immediately, but looked at Zheng Yaoxian with a scrutinizing gaze.

Ken Nakagawa leaned forward, his right hand still on the hilt of the knife, showing great vigilance.

"What do you mean, Mr. Zheng?" Itai Yudai looked at Zheng Yaoxian with burning eyes.

Dealing with an ace agent like Zheng Yaoxian is a completely different feeling from dealing with an imperial intelligence officer like Nanzō Yunko, so he has to cheer up to deal with it.

But he had the illusion that he was no longer an ordinary military police officer, but had become a senior agent. He couldn't really describe what the feeling was, but it was not bad anyway.

Zheng Yaoxian smiled slightly and gestured to invite him in: "You'll know after you read it."