Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter Fourteen: The Buddha's Words and the Demon's Heart - Song Xiao'an

A fierce roar followed immediately by a barrage of gunfire.

This caused quite a stir.

The message reached the room, and the young doctor who was desperately trying to outmaneuver Zhao Jianzhi immediately panicked.

His hand paused, and Zhao Jianzhi immediately seized the opportunity.

He raised his leg and kicked out, striking the young doctor squarely in the groin.

The sensitive area was hit hard. Even though the young doctor was as fierce as a wolf and had already prepared himself for death, he still couldn't help but cover himself with his hands and fell to the ground.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream of extreme pain. "Damn, that felt good!"

"You're so good at fighting, why don't you get up again?"

"Pooh!"

Zhao Jianzhi, emboldened by his triumph, spat at the young doctor amidst a chorus of hateful curses.

This scene should have been met with applause and praise.

At the very least, offer a couple of compliments.

Say something like, "Vice Captain Zhao is amazing, I admire him."

But someone just didn't want Zhao Jianzhi to be so smug. Just as Zhao Jianzhi was about to turn around and look at Ye Shaohong to show off, the young doctor who had been slumped on the ground actually gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up again.

"Holy crap, are you deliberately trying to mess with me?"

"I think you don't want to live anymore."

Zhao Jianzhi had just been severely punished by Zhao Xiufen and was still holding back his anger. When he captured the young doctor earlier, Ye Shaohong had told him to leave him alive.

He barely managed to suppress his anger and refrain from killing him.

Zhao Jianzhi was about to burst with pent-up frustration.

Unexpectedly, this person didn't give him any face and, despite suffering a severe injury, still dared to stand up.

She even dared to raise her eyebrows and glare at him.

This infuriated Zhao Jianzhi. He rolled up his sleeves, walked over, and kicked the man to the ground. Then he continued kicking and stomping, almost killing the Japanese spy.

Ye Shaohong saw it.

But he didn't say anything to stop it.

Firstly, he felt that Zhao Jianzhi should vent his anger, otherwise the anger in Zhao Jianzhi's heart might be transferred to him.

Not worth the candle.

Secondly, Ye Shaohong also believed that Zhao Jianzhi was sensible. He wouldn't be so foolish as to capture a Japanese spy and then kill him.

So he simply raised his hand and called the field clerk to his side, asking him to take care of the unconscious Zhao Xiufang in his place before Ye Shaohong slowly walked to the door of the room.

He wasn't foolish enough to stick his head out to check the situation.

He simply turned to the side and shouted loudly.

"Captain Song, have the enemies outside been dealt with?"

Can I go out?

Don't blame Ye Shaohong for being so timid and cowardly. There are just too many innocent people who have died at the hands of their comrades on the battlefield. He has just transmigrated and been reborn, and hasn't even had a chance to enjoy life yet. He doesn't want to get shot again without knowing why.

"It's alright, come out!"

Song Xiaoan's shouts came from outside the door, and then two field agents from the operations section entered the room, armed with guns. After confirming that it was safe, Song Xiaoan, this Buddhist outlaw, strolled in leisurely.

What surprised Ye Shaohong the most was that even though there was a corpse lying outside the door and blood was still flowing on the ground, Song Xiaoan was still fiddling with the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand when he entered.

This incredibly bizarre scene left Ye Shaohong speechless with amazement.

"Captain Song, I have a question for you!"

Are you really a Buddhist?

As he spoke, Ye Shaohong's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the soles of Song Xiaoan's feet. He noticed scarlet bloodstains on the upper of Song Xiaoan's shoes.

"Of course!"

"Three sticks of incense morning and evening, with utmost devotion!"

Song Xiaoan smiled, as if he hadn't caught Ye Shaohong's teasing at all. To make it more believable, he even gave Ye Shaohong a Buddhist salute. "So, are you a vegetarian?"

"No!"

"Are you drinking?"

"Of course!"

"Then there's no need to ask, you certainly don't mind women."

Ye Shaohong rolled his eyes. He could see that Zheng Yaoxian's two henchmen each had their own special qualities.

"Haha! Brother Shao Hong, you're hilarious."

"Food and sex are human nature; how can we easily give them up, as taught by the sages?"

Song Xiaoan laughed loudly, then stepped forward and put his hand on Ye Shaohong's shoulder, before winking and raising his eyebrows.

"You don't look very old, are you still a virgin?"

"How about I find you a few young and beautiful girls so you can experience the ultimate pleasure in life?"

Ye Shaohong was helpless.

"Forget it."

"Although I don't mind these things, I do care about first impressions. If it's not my type, I have no interest in getting involved."

After a brief exchange of banter, the two of them turned to look at Zhao Jianzhi at the same time.

That guy isn't done yet.

The young doctor had already collapsed to the ground, on the verge of unconsciousness, while Zhao Jianzhi was still kicking and thrashing about.

Ye Shaohong thought for a moment, then turned to look at Song Xiaoan.

He wanted Song Xiaoan to offer some words of advice.

But Song Xiaoan ignored him completely, and even took out a Hademen cigarette from his pocket and threw it into Ye Shaohong's arms.

"Damn!" "I see now. You Buddhist haven't learned anything else, but you've mastered the art of closed-door meditation very well."

Ye Shaohong stuffed the cigarette into his pocket, then stepped out the door.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, he's alive! He's alive!"

"If you beat him to death, how are we going to interrogate him? I'd like to learn from you how to use torture."

To be honest, Ye Shaohong's words were quite effective.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jianzhi immediately stopped kicking and stomping, and casually found a field agent from the action team to handcuff the young doctor's hands.

Then they had someone help Zhao Xiufen out of the dean's office.

"Learn to use torture from me?"

"Is this pretty boy mentally unstable? He wants to learn this kind of dirty work?" "It's not that it's impossible."

"I can take this opportunity to teach him a lesson and let him know that the doors of the Secret Service are not so easy to enter."

Muttering to himself, Zhao Jianzhi turned around and glanced at Zhao Xiufen and the young doctor again.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the crimson bloodstains on their faces and bodies.

"That doctor!"

Yes, I'm talking about you.

"Why don't you come with us too?"

"Hold!"

"How can a grown man be so cowardly? I'm just asking you to come back with us and take care of these two injured people. I'm not going to torture you. What's with you collapsing to the ground like this?"

"Get up right now! If you keep acting like a girl, I'll kill you!"

Zhao Jianzhi cursed angrily, took a crab-like sideways step, and led his team members, quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Watching them gradually disappear into the distance, Song Xiaoan glanced around a few more times before slowly performing a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha."

"What a sin! What a sin!"

After bowing, Song Xiaoan's face regained its calm smile, and he followed closely behind.

"Just wait for me."

"Torture and forced confessions are such an interesting thing, you can't leave me behind!"