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

Chapter 890 He was so angry he vomited blood

Wang Ni was dragged out, but he preferred to continue hiding.

I can't help it, it's too embarrassing.

After all, he was once the second most powerful figure in the Nationalist government, and at one point in history, he even held power in Jiangcheng.

He had a brief standoff with the bald-headed chairman.

He could be considered a hero by all accounts, but today, he has completely lost face.

The fear of death utterly terrified Wang Ni.

He hid under the bed and had Zhou Fuhai and the others push him out, hoping to conceal his hiding place and escape the life-or-death crisis.

That's one thing. After all, he was the ruler of a powerful force, even though he abandoned his subordinates in order to survive.

He can still find excuses to get by.

He has the confidence and the eloquence.

And then there's this prestige.

But he shouldn't have been so frightened by the gunshot that tears streamed down his face.

This is a bit much.

If his subordinates saw this, how embarrassing would it be? All his brilliance and prestige in this life would be ruined.

The embarrassed Wang Ni was too ashamed to face anyone.

But then he froze.

why?

Because Wang Ni suddenly smelled a faint fishy odor.

He was certain that although he was terrified and cried, he hadn't soiled himself. So where did the foul odor come from?

Upon thinking of this, Wang Ni immediately looked around and soon spotted three people in the crowd awkwardly covering their crotches with their hands.

Cover your butt.

For a moment, Wang Ni actually laughed.

Okay.

There are actually people more cowardly and less ambitious than him!

Now look what's happened! It's a case of the pot calling the kettle black; we're all making a fool of ourselves, so no one should blame anyone else.

With these people around, what good are his tears and lamentations?

Who can find fault with him?

If anyone dares to bring this up in the future, it will not only be a slap in his face, but also a slap in the face to many of his colleagues.

For the sake of their own reputations, they should keep a low profile. With that thought, Wang Ni's gaze subtly drifted back into the room to the bodyguards who had just stormed in.

A cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.

Then calm was restored.

"They've left?"

"Yes, sir, they had already left when we arrived back."

"Damn it, according to the investigation, weren't they still in Hanoi? How did they suddenly come all the way to Hong Kong Island?"

Wang Ni was also annoyed when the matter was brought up.

He squinted and began scanning his surroundings, hoping to find the guy who dared to pass him false information.

But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the person.

Where is Zhao Shanhui?

Where did he go?

Wang Ni's question brought silence back to the room. The guards who had just burst in exchanged glances before one of them finally stepped out.

"gentlemen."

"Commander Zhao is dead!"

"He was shot four times by an assassination squad from the Military Intelligence Bureau and died at the door of his room."

Upon hearing this news, Wang Ni was speechless, his mouth agape.

"died?"

"Serves you right, you deserve to die!"

"That bastard dared to give me false information, almost costing us our lives."

"Letting him die like this is too good for him."

Wang Ni was still cursing angrily when suddenly he felt the strange looks from his subordinates.

He realized it instantly.

His attitude went too far. His subordinates were already dead, yet he still harbored resentment. Wouldn't that chill the hearts of his men?

It will cause his subordinates to become disloyal and alienated from him.

Realizing what was happening, Wang Ni immediately shut up and forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction and anger.

He straightened his clothes slightly, regaining his refined and elegant demeanor, before realizing that something was amiss in the room.

There are too few people.

This time, when he escaped from the mountain city, he brought most of his trusted subordinates and their families with him.

The number of people exceeded one hundred.

Including the guards and bodyguards they brought with them, the number of people exceeded two hundred.

Even after three assassination attempts by the Kuomintang's secret police, their numbers still remained at around 150 or 160.

He was also the backbone and the highest-ranking officer of these people.

He's in danger; surely all those people should come and see him.

At the very least, they should show some loyalty.

But looking around, he saw that six or seven of his trusted subordinates were missing from the room.

Outside the room, his trusted subordinates' families, as well as his guards and bodyguards, were all in a sorry state, and their numbers were far fewer than usual.

This made Wang Ni realize something.

They must have suffered great losses in this ordeal.

Without hesitation, he immediately asked the question.

The answer he received immediately darkened Wang Ni's face, and endless anger and resentment once again filled his mind and body.

"What did you say?"

"This time, we lost more than sixty people?"

"Asshole!"

"Ye Shaohong, Yama Laoqi, I'll remember you! Don't give me a chance. If I catch you, I'll tear you to pieces!"

As he cursed angrily, Wang Ni felt a dull pain in his chest. Finally, he couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Despite spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wang Ni miraculously did not fall down.

On the contrary, I felt a sense of comfort.

It was as if the pent-up anger in his heart had been released along with this mouthful of blood.

However, this didn't last long for him.

Just as Wang Ni's expression returned to calm, a bodyguard with little sense of judgment stepped forward with a somber look and delivered another fatal blow.

"gentlemen."

"Um... um..."

"Hey, if you have something to say, just say it. Stop beating around the bush. What's there to hesitate about?"

"Okay, here's what happened. The guests who were just led into the hotel by Commander Zhou all died in this operation by the Military Intelligence Bureau's assassination squad."

The oblivious bodyguard secretly grimaced. After being reprimanded, he stopped hesitating and struggled, and simply told the truth.

"what?"

“Minghui…”

"puff!"

Wang Ni glared and was about to shout out the identity of the Japanese Duke Minghui, but fortunately he still retained a sliver of rationality.

These matters are all top secret and cannot be leaked casually.

At the last moment, he forced back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, but this very act caused his recently calmed emotions to surge again. Unable to control himself, Wang Ni spat out another mouthful of blood.

His body swayed, his eyes rolled back, and then he fell backward.

As he fell, Wang Ni clenched his fists.

His blood-stained lips parted slightly as he murmured a name.

"Ye... Ye Shaohong!"

"I will kill you!"