Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

The cabin was filled with a lingering salty and fishy smell mixed with the odor of rotting food, which was nauseating.

Lu Yang suppressed his discomfort and stared at the gradually receding coastline through the porthole.

Shanghai, the city that carries his countless memories and hopes, is disappearing little by little where the sea and the sky meet.

"Uncle Lu, what are you looking at?" Xiao Jiang's voice came from the side, interrupting Lu Yang's thoughts.

Lu Yang turned his head and looked into Xiao Jiang's clear eyes, revealing a faint smile. "Nothing, just saying goodbye to the past."

"Goodbye?" Xiao Jiang blinked as if he understood something. He was still young and could not comprehend the complex emotions contained in Lu Yang's words.

Lu Yang patted Xiao Jiang's shoulder gently without explaining, but simply looked off into the distance again. The past was gone, the future was unknown, and all he could do was grasp the present and move forward step by step.

"Lu Yang, the cabin is stuffy. Let's go to the deck and get some fresh air." Qing Lan walked over to Lu Yang and said softly. She could sense the heaviness in Lu Yang's heart and wanted to find a chance for him to relax.

Lu Yang nodded, said hello to Xiao Jiang, and walked out of the cabin with Qinglan.

On the deck, the sea breeze whistled, making people's clothes rustle. In the distance, the waves surged, hitting the hull and making bursts of roaring sounds.

Lu Yang walked to the side of the boat, faced the sea breeze, took a deep breath, and exhaled all the turbid air in his chest.

"Feeling better?" Qinglan walked to his side and asked softly.

"Much better." Lu Yang nodded, a smile on his face. "Thank you, Qinglan."

"What are you thanking me for?" Qinglan rolled her eyes at him. "We are friends, aren't we?"

Lu Yang laughed and gently scratched Qinglan's nose with his hand. "Yes, yes, yes, we are friends."

The two stood side by side, bathing in the sea breeze, admiring the magnificent sea view, and their mood gradually relaxed.

"Lu Yang, what do you plan to do after arriving in Japan?" Qing Lan asked.

Lu Yang pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "We'll take it one step at a time. However, one thing is certain: I will find Sakura as soon as possible, obtain information about the Spark, and then find a way to send it back to China."

"This is too dangerous." Qinglan said worriedly, "The Japanese will definitely be on high alert against you. If you're not careful, your identity will be exposed."

"I know." Lu Yang nodded, "But this is what I have to do."

"But..." Qinglan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lu Yang.

"Don't worry," Lu Yang held Qinglan's hand and said gently, "I will be careful and I won't let anything happen to me."

"I'm not worried about you," Qing Lan looked at Lu Yang, her eyes filled with worry. "I'm worried that you're... working too hard. Lu Yang, I know you really want to do something for this country, but you also have to consider your own safety, okay?"

Lu Yang felt warm in his heart. He could feel that Qinglan really cared about him and was really afraid that something would happen to him.

He reached out his hand, gently hugged Qinglan, and whispered in her ear: "I know, I promise you, I will be careful, I will protect myself and you."

Qinglan snuggled in Lu Yang's arms, feeling his warmth, and her heart gradually calmed down. She knew that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, as long as Lu Yang was there, she would not be afraid of anything.

The two hugged each other tightly, no matter how the sea breeze blew or how rough the waves were, their hearts were tightly connected and would never be separated.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke this warm moment.

"Baga! You Chinese pigs, get out here!" An arrogant voice rang out on the deck.

Lu Yang and Qing Lan frowned, immediately separated, and walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

When they arrived on the deck, they saw a group of soldiers in Japanese uniforms beating, kicking and abusing a group of ragged Chinese laborers.

Most of the Chinese laborers were old, weak, sick and disabled. They were unable to resist and could only silently endure the atrocities of the Japanese soldiers.

"What are you doing?!" Lu Yang roared, his eyes filled with anger.

When the Japanese soldiers heard Lu Yang's voice, they turned around and saw Lu Yang wearing Japanese engineer's uniform.

"Who are you?!" a Japanese soldier asked arrogantly.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Lu Yang said in Japanese, suppressing his anger. "What's important is what you are doing? Don't you know that mistreating prisoners is a violation of international conventions?"

"Baka!" The Japanese soldier spat and looked at Lu Yang with disdain: "What do we want to do? What business do you have? Who do you think you are to meddle in our affairs?"

As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Lu Yang's head. "If you keep meddling in other people's business, I'll kill you."

"Hasegawa, stop!" At this moment, a voice came and stopped the Japanese soldier's atrocities.

Lu Yang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall man in a Japanese military officer's uniform slowly approaching. He had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes gleamed with a cold light that made people shudder.

"Sir, you are my guest, please show some respect!" The officer's tone was calm, but with an unquestionable majesty.

"Hello! Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel!" Upon hearing this, the soldier immediately put away his gun and bowed respectfully to the officer.

Lu Yang looked at the person who came and felt a chill in his heart. This officer was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Sir, I am the person in charge of this voyage, Lieutenant Colonel Sanjiro." The officer walked up to Lu Yang, bowed gracefully, then extended his hand and said in fluent Japanese: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Fujiwara Kenichi."

Lu Yang looked at the smiling yet unfathomable man in front of him and knew that he was really in trouble this time.

He suppressed his inner uneasiness and reached out to shake Sanbenji's hand. "Hello, Mr. Sanben."

Sanjijiro held Lu Yang's hand, seemingly enthusiastically, but actually exerting force, as if trying to test Lu Yang's strength. Lu Yang understood and secretly increased his strength. The two of them clasped their hands tightly, like two undercurrents silently competing.

After a brief confrontation, the two men let go of each other's hands at the same time, both with formulaic smiles on their faces, as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Fujiwara, I've long heard of you." Mitsumoto released his hand and took a step back, a polite smile on his face, like a well-mannered gentleman, with none of the aggressive aura he had displayed earlier. "I've long heard that Mr. Fujiwara is an expert in civil engineering. It's truly an honor to travel with you to Tokyo this time."

Lu Yang responded calmly, "Mr. Sanben, you are too polite. It is my honor to serve the empire."

"Hahaha!" Mitsumoto laughed heartily upon hearing this, as if deeply pleased by Lu Yang's words. "Mr. Fujiwara is really quick-witted, exactly what I like! How about this, to celebrate our acquaintance and Mr. Fujiwara's return, let's go to my cabin for a few drinks?"

"It's my honor." Lu Yang smiled slightly, but he became more alert in his heart. This San Benlang was indeed not an easy person to deal with. He seemed to be warm and hospitable, but in fact he was pressing step by step and did not give him any chance to refuse.

"Please!" Sanji Benjiro made a gesture of invitation and turned to walk towards the cabin first.

Lu Yang glanced back at Qing Lan, who nodded slightly, signaling him to proceed with caution. Lu Yang took a deep breath, took a step forward, and followed.

Xiao He and Xiao Jiang followed Lu Yang silently. Although they were young, they knew that something was wrong. They held the daggers tightly in their hands and observed their surroundings vigilantly.

Mitsumoto's cabin, located on the upper deck of the ship, was spacious and luxuriously decorated, forming a stark contrast to the overcrowded lower deck. Lu Yang entered the cabin and found a sumptuous table of food and wine laid out. Several geishas in kimonos were kneeling on the floor, playing traditional Japanese instruments.

"Mr. Fujiwara, please take a seat. Don't be shy." Mitsumoto warmly invited Lu Yang to sit down, then pointed to the geishas beside him and said with a smile, "I brought these here from Tokyo. I hope they will satisfy Mr. Fujiwara."

Lu Yang felt disgusted. These geishas were probably abducted from China by the Japanese. How despicable! But he remained expressionless. He just smiled and said, "Mr. Sanben is so polite. I'm just a rough man and don't know how to appreciate these things."

Sanji Benjiro didn't seem to hear the irony in Lu Yang's words. He just laughed, raised his glass, and said, "Come on, Mr. Fujiwara, cheers to our friendship!"

Lu Yang raised his glass, clinked it with San Benjiro, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Sanjiji put down his wine glass and looked at Lu Yang with a questioning look in his eyes. "Mr. Fujiwara, I heard that you have been in China for a long time?"

"Yes." Lu Yang nodded. "I've worked in China for a few years and I'm quite familiar with the situation there."

"Oh?" Sanbenji's eyes narrowed slightly. "Then, Mr. Fujiwara, how do you think the Great Japanese Empire should conquer China?"

When Lu Yang heard this, he was startled. He knew that San Benlang had finally revealed his true colors.

He pretended to be in deep thought, and after a moment's silence, he slowly spoke, "Mr. Sanben, with all due respect, China is vast, rich in resources, and has a large population. Conquering China is by no means an easy task. In my opinion, the best way is to use the barbarians to control the barbarians, and to use the Chinese to rule over the Chinese."

Mitsumoto's eyes flashed when he heard this. "Oh? What do you mean, Mr. Fujiwara?"

Lu Yang smiled slightly, lowered his voice, and slowly told San Jijilang about the plan he had prepared long ago...

At the same time, Xiaohe and Xiaojiang were standing on the deck, observing their surroundings vigilantly.

"Sister Xiaohe, what do you think Uncle Lu and that Japanese man are doing in there?" Xiaojiang asked worriedly.

Xiao He shook his head and said softly, "I don't know either, but I believe Uncle Lu, he will definitely be able to handle it."

Suddenly, Xiaohe's eyes focused and she found that on the deck not far away, there were several men in black, secretly approaching them.

"Xiao Jiang, be careful!" Xiao He whispered, "Something's happening!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jiang immediately tightened the dagger in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Several men in black quickened their pace and rushed towards the small river and the small river. They had ferocious smiles on their faces, as if they wanted to tear them into pieces.

"Looking for death!" Xiaohe growled, and her petite body burst out with amazing strength. She pounced on the man in black who was rushing in the front like a cheetah.

"Bang!" The short figure actually took out a gun from his waist, and at this moment, he smiled sinisterly and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at - Qinglan!

At the critical moment, Qinglan felt a strong wind coming, and with Xiaohe's terrified cry, she instinctively dodged to the side. However, the opponent had planned for a long time, and the distance was so close that the bullet still mercilessly streaked through the night sky, leaving a bloody mark on her arm.

Intense pain instantly spread throughout her body. Qinglan groaned, staggering and nearly falling. Blood stained her plain sleeves, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

"Sister Qinglan!" Xiaohe exclaimed, and her petite figure rushed towards Qinglan like an arrow, supporting her shaky body.

"I'm fine..." Qinglan gritted his teeth, endured the pain, raised his head, and looked coldly at the short man in black who was holding a gun and had a grim smile on his face not far away.

"Hey, little girl, you're quite skilled. You actually dodged my bullet." The short man in black smiled sinisterly, pointing the muzzle of the gun at Qinglan again. "But let's see where you can hide this time!"

Xiao Jiang roared like an angry little leopard, waving a dagger and pouncing on the short man in black.

"You don't know what you can do!" The short man in black sneered and kicked Xiao Jiang away. Xiao Jiang's thin body hit the side of the boat with a dull thud, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Xiao Jiang!" Qinglan exclaimed and wanted to rush over, but was locked in place by the short man in black.

"Don't move!" the short man in black threatened fiercely, "If you move again, I'll send your lover to see the King of Hell!"

Qinglan gritted her teeth and dared not act rashly. She could feel that the short man in black was not bluffing. His eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he would really pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Let them go and come to me!" Lu Yang's voice suddenly came, exploding on the deck like thunder.

The short man in black was startled and turned around to see Lu Yang, who looked like a god descending from heaven.

Lu Yang's figure, like a ghost, weaved through the crowd of black-clad men. His speed was so extreme that almost no one could see his movements clearly. Every time he flashed, it would bring about a bloody storm and harvest a life.

Those originally aggressive men in black were like chickens and dogs in front of Lu Yang. They were vulnerable and fell under his sword one after another.

"How is this possible?!" The short man in black widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief on his face. He could never have imagined that Lu Yang would be so powerful, like a god descending from heaven!

Lu Yang was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, unstoppable. In the blink of an eye, he killed all the men in black who surrounded Qinglan and others. Then, he appeared beside Qinglan as if by teleportation and hugged her in his arms.

"Qinglan, are you okay?!" Lu Yang asked anxiously, his eyes full of worry.

Qinglan leaned against Lu Yang's arms, feeling his warmth. The fear and pain in her heart seemed to be alleviated. She shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine. I just had some minor injuries."

Lu Yang carefully examined Qinglan's wound, confirming it was just a scratch and nothing serious, and finally felt relieved. He raised his head, looked at the short man in black with cold eyes, and said in a tone as cold as ice: "Now, it's your turn!"