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"it's a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"We still have to go out and deal with the guests. Otherwise, we can..."

Chu Jun instantly understood what Mo Heng had not yet expressed. The hand that was straightening Mo Heng's collar paused, and suddenly hooked his bow tie and pulled his head down.

"Even if there are no guests, it's not possible. Mr. Mo won't forget that we haven't reconciled yet, right?" Chu Jun's tone was self-proclaimed harsh.

"Huh? I've worked so hard, but I still can't get Dr. Chu's forgiveness?" Mo Heng's fingers stroked the corners of Chu Jun's lips. There was a circle of teeth marks on the base of his hand, bleeding, as if it had just been bitten by a "ferocious beast".

Mo Heng used that hand to play the victim in front of his lover but didn't get any sympathy from her.

"No."

After tidying up Marshal Mo's clothes, Chu Jun patted Mo Heng's chest and turned to leave the corner.

He wanted to find a quiet place to watch the show and wait for the dinner to end.

Mo Heng's late arrival was just a minor incident in this dinner party.

The highlight that followed was naturally the reappearance of Mo Heng in military uniform. The guards around him were all equipped with the most advanced firearms. These all confirmed the rumor - Mo Heng was indeed the behind-the-scenes commander of the Southeast Army, which had recently become famous.

This Young Master Mo has actually been acting like a dandy for so many years right under the noses of all these representatives, and few people can even see the clues.

It was a real slap in the face to all of them.

The foreign friends who were invited to the dinner did not have the courage to engage in armed conflict with Mo Heng at the moment, but they could not swallow the humiliation of being asked to be humble and serve as Mo Heng's background and stepping stone.

So, Mr. Brown, who had suffered a setback at the hands of Mo Heng, was the first to step forward and wanted to seek revenge for his own faction.

Mo Heng had visited Mr. Brown's residence before because of the traitor incident, and their relationship was considered "good".

Mo Heng needed to think about what happened at that time.

Oh, and by the way, it seems that due to my bad mood, I burned a hole in Mr. Braun's precious collection. Braun was so angry that he went straight to the hospital and was discharged several days later.

Mr. Braun is indeed very patient as he can still put on a smiling face towards me today.

"I heard that Marshal Mo is going to make an important announcement tonight?" Braun's voice was neither too loud nor too low, but loud enough for the important people around him to hear, attracting everyone's attention. He touched the goblet in his hand lightly with Mo Heng's. "Are you going to cooperate with the Japanese? Or are you planning to sell the North China Railway to us?"

Mo Heng glanced at Braun, whose eyes gleamed with pride, then tilted his head back to chug the wine in his glass. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as his Adam's apple rolled. "Mr. Braun is quite well-informed. But rather than the railway, I'm more curious about how, of the three hundred crates of 'medical equipment' your country unloaded at the Qingdao dock, one-third contained Maxim heavy machine guns?"

When it comes to military equipment, especially highly lethal weapons like heavy machine guns, everyone's face can't help but become heavy.

The banquet hall on the second floor suddenly became so quiet that one could hear the popping of champagne bubbles. Braun's face flickered in the candlelight. "Is Young Marshal Mo suffering from hysteria? Those are all Red Cross…"

"A Red Cross box would have the Krupp factory stamp on it?" Mo Heng suddenly laughed, tapping his fingertips on the table. "My adjutant just sent a telegram from Tianjin Port half an hour ago. Would you like to show the guests photos of those 'medical supplies'?"

Braun's assistant suddenly erupted, the black muzzle of his gun pointed at Mo Heng's temple. Almost at the same time, the guards behind Mo Heng had already raised their guns, with more than a dozen of them trained on Braun. The slightest movement from him would have ripped Braun to pieces.

Mo Heng was interrupted and his head was pointed at. Opposite him was Dr. Chu, who was not a pretty and kind-hearted man. Mo Heng's expression did not even change, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Mo Heng shook out a gold-embroidered handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his fingers, as if his hands had been stained by the confrontation with Braun. "Mr. Braun, you didn't think I would give someone the opportunity to shoot me on my own territory?"

He even took a few steps toward Braun, facing the gun, and whispered in the German's ear, "I heard that the head of your country's intelligence network in China has been drinking and prostitution in the Eight Great Hutongs lately?"

Braun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he finally understood why Mo Heng chose to reveal his identity tonight - their plans would be completely shattered today.

Mo Heng knew everything, always knew everything. He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"Show the guests away." Mo Heng snapped his fingers, and the band immediately played "Night Shanghai".

In order to show his hospitality, Mr. Brown was not dragged away by the bodyguards, but was pointed at with several guns and asked to move out of the door.

Braun had no choice but to take off his slippers. However, when he reached the stairs, Mo Heng suddenly called him: "By the way, tell your ambassador that I accepted the batch of 'medical supplies'. After all..." He shook the wine glass in his hand, "Saving lives is always more meaningful than killing, isn't it?"

No one knew what it was about those words that offended the German, but Braun's pupils shrank. To everyone's surprise, he turned around quickly and pulled something out of his waistband. All the guards quickly realized: Braun wanted to shoot, he wanted to kill the young marshal.

The guard beside Mo Heng had his finger on the trigger, and in 0.2 seconds he would be able to aim at Braun and stop his action.

But there are people who are faster than him.

"what!!!"

Blood gushed out of his palms like water, instantly staining the expensive Persian carpet red. Even the guards escorting Brown were covered in blood.

Due to a sudden change, Braun's gun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. The guard's bullet deviated and just brushed past Braun's shoulder, which just happened to save the German's life.

Brown was so desperate that he was determined to take Mo Heng away even if it meant death. The guards did not delay when they saw Brown was shot and immediately removed his jaw. They were worried that Mr. Brown had learned some ancient skills and was going to commit suicide by swallowing pills.

Mo Heng was fine, but Mr. Braun, who was quite famous in Germany, died on Mo Heng's territory. There are many things that can be made of this.

Although it was not a big trouble for Mo Heng, it was like a fly that could not be shaken off, always annoying.

Only Mo Heng, who was at the center of the storm, was concerned not about his own life which had just been saved from the gates of hell, but about the person who fired the gun.

Not any of the guards present, not even Mo Heng's men.

Because Mo Heng recognized the sound of gunfire.

I have heard this thousands or tens of thousands of times in the past few years. Due to certain workmanship reasons, after pulling the trigger, the bullet will be fired with a short, imperceptible sound.

Everyone was looking at Brown who was kneeling on the ground, only Mo Heng was looking vaguely towards the box on the left. The heavy curtains covered everything inside.

The crimson door curtain hung there solemnly, like a barrier separating the noisy banquet hall from the private rooms inside.

Mo Heng's gaze seemed to want to look through the door curtain and meet the person inside.

"Mr. Brown is ill and it seems he cannot continue to attend our dinner. Please ask Mr. Brown to go down and rest first." Mo Heng retracted his gaze and gave an order to his deputy.

Although they said they were taking a break, everyone present knew that Braun had fallen into Mo Heng's hands.

It seems that Mo Heng will not let Mr. Brown leave easily unless he confides something or trades something with the Germans.

The Germans made a wrong move.

No matter how chaotic today's banquet is, the guests will not be surprised. In fact, it was only Braun who took the lead and made people surprised.

But with the previous experience of Brown, no one dared to offend Mo Heng again.

After all, no one could see where the unknown bullet came from. Maybe it would hit you in the next second?