Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

"Shanghai at night~ Shanghai at night~~"

You ask me how deep my love for you is~ How much do I love you~~

"Rose, rose~ I love you~"

As the preliminary auditions for "Miss Rose" officially began, various dance halls and nightclubs dispatched their best performers to showcase their singing talents in front of a large audience. Of course, they were competing not only on their vocal abilities, but also on their looks, charisma, and popularity.

As a time traveler, Zhou Hongyi was naturally adept at all kinds of hype and publicity.

Previously, he had created the identity of a princess of a fallen kingdom for Beckham, and also made her wear a mask day and night, and have a cold personality, ignoring everyone.

These past few days, Xiao Bei has been consistently following Zhou Hongyi's instructions and is becoming increasingly adept at handling her new identity. With Qingxia offering guidance and advice, when this already famous princess, wearing a silver mask, made her appearance, it immediately sparked a heated discussion.

"Miss Elizabeth! It's Miss Elizabeth!"

"She's here! She's here to participate in the Miss Rose election! Miss Elizabeth will win!"

"Miss Elizabeth, I love you, please marry me!"

"Shut up! How dare you call her Elizabeth? You should address her as Her Highness!"

"Your Highness, please look this way! I am your most devoted knight and your humblest servant. Please grant me the right to hear your song, and I will be eternally grateful!"

When Elizabeth, dressed in a long dress, wearing a mask, with her chin slightly raised and revealing her snow-white neck, stepped onto the stage, the crowd below, especially the men, quickly erupted in cheers.

Of course, a large portion of these people were shills hired by Zhou Hongyi to fill the seats. However, he didn't doubt Xiao Bei's charm, but she needed to be well-prepared for her first appearance. Moreover, she was still a newcomer, and although she had been building up her image for several days, compared to established singers and dancers, her popularity was still her biggest disadvantage.

Today, their Princess Elizabeth is performing on stage for the first time. Zhou Hongyi not only had Chen Gong's Kuomintang assassins and his own police officers change into civilian clothes to support him, but even the Axe Gang's Little Knife team sent a lot of people.

When these people arrived at the scene, they found that there was already a crowd gathered in front of them. After squeezing in and having a friendly exchange, they finally learned that the group of people had been called by Boss Gu Tianbo.

Well, these two sides have now collided.

"Hey, who is this woman? Why is she wearing a mask? The most important part of the Miss Rose competition is appearance. Is she wearing a mask because she's too ugly to be seen, or too beautiful to be seen?"

A man who was unaware of the situation had just raised a question when he soon found himself surrounded by a group of strangers who were calling out Princess Elizabeth's name and pulling him toward the outer perimeter.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing? Let me go, waah..."

This self-righteous "smart guy" was carried out, and soon after, he inexplicably appeared on the street corner covered in injuries, wailing in pain.

Under the focused "care" of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Axe Gang, the few male customers who dared to question Elizabeth vanished instantly. Gradually, the boisterous audience erupted in praise, and no one dared to voice any dissent.

"Hehehe~ Elizabeth is indeed a princess. Her temperament is so outstanding. Just by standing there, she stands out from other ladies. This kind of innate nobility is something that others can't learn."

On the second floor of the Grand World Ballroom, Gu Tianbo stood there, smoking and admiring his goddess.

Zhou Hongyi sat down next to him and said with a smile, "Brother Gu, Princess Elizabeth hasn't started performing her talent yet. You can praise her after you hear her new song."

"Oh? I heard that Princess Elizabeth's new song is written by you, Zhongliang. The two songs you wrote for Miss Manyu were already very popular in Shanghai. I am really looking forward to it today."

After a short while, thanks to the host's desperate efforts, the frenzied male audience members were finally calmed down. Elizabeth's gaze swept coldly across the crowd, then she turned and walked behind a microphone under the stage spotlight.

Zhou Hongyi asked her to sing the divine line "When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky" on the first day of the audition.

This song is all about ethereal beauty and otherworldly grace. Its combination of etherealness and otherworldly grace, coupled with a cool and aloof elegance, guarantees it will be an instant hit.

Elizabeth's voice is inherently clear and ethereal. Under the dual guidance of Zhou Hongyi and Qingxia, her voice became both cold and provocative, both reserved and alluring. Combined with the lyrics and melody, it captivated the male audience, making them feel as if they were soaking in a hot spring atop a mountain peak amidst a snowy winter, experiencing a uniquely comfortable and relaxing sensation.

As for the female audience, their initial reaction was skepticism, followed by disdain, and finally shock. It seems that this masked Elizabeth, regardless of whether her identity is real or fake, exudes a noble aura, and the song itself is superb, further enhanced by her status as a princess of a fallen kingdom.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. Zhou Hongyi and Gu Tianbo's hired shills were completely captivated by Princess Elizabeth's charm without any prompting. Their clapping and cheering were spontaneous, their hands swollen and their voices hoarse. They had unknowingly become genuinely moved.

After Elizabeth finished singing, she simply bowed slightly and walked off the stage without saying a word, leaving the host standing there. She didn't even bother to participate in the vote-getting segment, as if her being able to sing there was already the greatest favor she could do for the audience.

"Let's give Miss Elizabeth another round of applause! Now, let's ask our judges to score Miss Elizabeth's performance."

Since today was just the preliminary round, most of the judges sitting below were managers of several nightclubs, fashionistas, and music industry experts. As for the real behind-the-scenes bosses, Zhou Hongyi and Gu Tianbo were sitting near the VIP table on the second floor, and on the opposite side, there were also several VIPs. Zhou Hongyi even saw his teacher, Colonel Shimazu, in the distance.

"Hmph, the Japanese devils are here, which means our lovely Mr. Su is here too. Such a good opportunity, let me go and offer him a toast."

Zhou Hongyi gave Chen Gong, who was standing behind him, a wink, picked up his glass of wine, and walked around the corridor to another VIP seating area. He knocked lightly on the wooden door a few times, and only after hearing Shimazu's voice did he push the door open and go in.

"Teacher, President Hasegawa, you're here too? Why didn't you let me know? Gu Tianbo is a good friend of mine, I'll have him arrange for us to share a private room."

Hasegawa and Shimazu were both dressed casually today, in very loose-fitting men's kimonos that resembled culottes. And there was a man sitting opposite them.

Zhou Hongyi immediately recognized this person as his target, Mr. Su, a traitor within the Red Party, codenamed "Fireworks".

At first glance, this person appears gentle and refined, mature and composed. His temples are slightly graying, and he has a faint smile on his lips, reminiscent of a university professor or teacher—in short, an intellectual.