This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Zhang Weiguo, standing beside him, was completely stunned. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Bai Luo didn't have time to care what Zhang Weiguo wanted to say.

"I don't have any questions. Just tell me everything you know, but don't lie to me."

Tu Feiyuan Xian Er was a little confused. How could he say that? Considering his current situation, he still had to bite the bullet and speak.

"My name is Hiroji Doi, a general in the Japanese Army..."

Tu Feiyuan spoke of some information that could be easily investigated and some information of very ordinary value.

This way, the enemy won't suspect that you're lying, and you can use this intelligence to buy time.

But his eyes kept scanning his surroundings, and he was thinking of a way to escape.

Bai Luo wasn't in a hurry, and only slowly stopped talking after Tu Feiyuan had said everything he could.

"Gone?"

"Gone."

Bai Luo reached for the hilt of the knife again.

"That's all. What do you want to know? Go ahead and ask!"

Tu Feiyuan Xian Er watched as Bai Luo reached for the dagger again. Ignoring the pain in his legs, he used his legs to push the stool beneath him backward.

As Tu Feiyuan strained with his legs, the wound on his thigh widened considerably under the sharp blade of the dagger, and began to ooze a large amount of blood.

"Oh dear, you're bleeding again. Looks like I didn't bandage you properly."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Luo quickly drew his dagger again before Tu Feiyuan could react.

The sound of the dagger scraping against the bone was heard even by Zhang Weiguo, who was standing behind him.

After Bai Luo pulled the dagger from Tu Feiyuan's thigh, he quickly stabbed it back in before Tu Feiyuan could even scream.

This time, the dagger pierced through the previous wound and down the entire thigh, its tip embedding itself in the chair beneath Tu Feiyuan.

"Ah!!!!" The chubby guy let out another miserable scream.

Hearing the screams that showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, Bai Luo pulled out a dagger from somewhere and began to dart it around in his hand.

He casually remarked, "Looks like the bleeding hasn't completely stopped yet."

Upon hearing that clear child's voice, Tu Feiyuan abruptly stopped screaming. His face twitched uncontrollably, and he looked like he was enduring a great deal of pain.

Looking at the child in front of him, who was no more than 10 years old, Tu Feiyuan Xian Er felt that he was a devil.

Zhang Weiguo also realized that Bai Luo had no intention of interrogating him at all; he was simply torturing Tu Feiyuan Xian Er.

Bai Luo indeed shared this idea; all he needed to do was send the Japanese devils to hell.

However, Zhang Weiguo had many questions he wanted to ask.

"How about... I do it?" Zhang Weiguo tentatively suggested.

"Hmm? You want to stab him a couple of times too? Okay, here you go." He handed the knife to Zhang Weiguo.

Zhang Weiguo twitched his lips, but instead of taking the knife, he stepped forward and asked the question he most wanted to ask.

"When will your prince arrive in Haishi?"

"Tomorrow night at Shanghai Railway Station." Tu Feiyuan said without hesitation after hearing this.

There's no point in giving a false answer to this question, because everyone in Shanghai will know about this by the day after tomorrow at the latest.

He can only slowly release valuable information to ensure his own safety and buy time for his student, Kawada Shoji, to investigate his location.

He believed that his students would come to his rescue once they knew he was missing.

Furthermore, the fact that Prince Asaka and Prince Bird came together was a whole regiment, which couldn't be hidden and would definitely attract the attention of those in the city who had ulterior motives.

Where is Wang Jingwei now? When will he be back?

"Hong Kong. I'll be flying back in 5 days."

Zhang Weiguo asked several more questions in a row, which the fat man answered quickly.

Interspersed among these were information that Zhang Weiguo himself had already confirmed.

The messages all matched.

This was somewhat unexpected for Zhang Weiguo. As for whether the other news was true, Zhang Weiguo guessed that perhaps one or two might be false, but most of it was true.

This will require time to investigate.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Weiguo asked one last question.

What is the name of the prince who came to Haishi?

"Asaka Palace Bird."

When Zhang Weiguo learned from Tu Feiyuan that the prince who had come was Asaka Miyako, a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

With his hands clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, a surge of anger flooded Zhang Weiguo's heart like a raging torrent, causing his body to involuntarily tense up.

His fingernails dug deep into his palm, a sharp pain shooting through his hand, but it did nothing to quell the anger in Zhang Weiguo's heart.

After a long while, Zhang Weiguo finally suppressed his anger, glanced at Tu Feiyuan, and immediately walked out of the stone chamber.

Seeing Zhang Weiguo leave, Bai Luo roughly guessed the reason. He then glanced at Tu Feiyuan, whose face was pale and contorted with pain in his leg.

Bai Luo immediately lost the will to continue torturing Tu Feiyuan. Compared to Tu Feiyuan, the crimes committed by Asaka Miyako were even more infuriating.

He was the one who gave the order for the Nanjing Massacre.

Bai Luo strode over to Tu Feiyuan Xian Er and slashed his neck with a single stroke.

Looking at the head lying on the ground, Tu Feiyuan Xian Er's eyes still held shock and confusion.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why this child would kill him with a single blow when he was a high-ranking Japanese general and an agent with so much intelligence. Didn't the child know that he possessed a great deal of important information?

In Bai Luo's eyes, only his death would bring him the greatest benefit, a full 4000 points.

After kicking away the head that had rolled to his feet, Bai Luo also walked out of the stone chamber.

Zhang Weiguo was standing at the warehouse entrance smoking, his eyes bloodshot.

Hearing the noise behind him, Zhang Weiguo turned around and saw that Bai Luo had come up.

Bai Luo gently closed the cellar door and walked to Zhang Weiguo's side.

"Sorry, I made you laugh at me." Zhang Weiguo's lips curled into a bitter smile.

Bai Luo glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"Xiao Luo, it was this Asaka Palace Bird who gave the order to massacre Kyoto two years ago. He must die, Xiao Luo, you have to help me."

Bai Luo nodded solemnly after hearing Zhang Weiguo's words.

He then took out the telegram from Tu Feiyuan to Kawada Shoji and handed it to Zhang Weiguo.

Zhang Weiguo tossed aside his cigarette butt, reached out and took the cigarette, then opened it to take a look.

Overjoyed, he realized that one of the reasons Doiyoshi had come was to welcome Asaka Miyatori, the Japanese prince.

"Where did you get this telegram?"

In his excitement, Zhang Weiguo asked.

"The Japanese Special Higher Police."

"Didn't they hide and move to somewhere else because they couldn't find a place to stay?" Zhang Weiguo asked, looking puzzled.

"I found it last night. It was after seeing this telegram that I spent most of the night searching for that fat, chubby guy."

"If we capture Doi-maru, will the Japanese Special Higher Police become alert and then notify Asaka Miyator to change their arrival time in Miyako or simply not come at all?"

Bai Luo turned her head and looked at Zhang Weiguo approvingly, leaving Zhang Weiguo bewildered by her gaze.

But then he sighed.

"The Japanese will find out the news at dawn. One is the International Settlement, and the other is those traitors from No. 76. The news will definitely spread."

Bai Luo only realized this problem on his way to Zhang Weiguo's country; he had made too much of a fuss.

"What does this have to do with the International Settlement? Xiao Luo, what should we do? Should we have Tu Feiyuan send a telegram to the Special Higher Police to appease them first?"

"No, no, no, that won't do. That fat, shrewd old Japanese devil is too clever. What if he sent some coded messages in the telegram? That would only make the Japanese Special Higher Police strengthen their defenses at the train station."

Zhang Weiguo rejected his own proposal halfway through his sentence.

"No, I have to go and examine Doi-Yuan again."

Zhang Weiguo walked around in circles for a long time before finally heading towards the cellar.

"Hey...wait...a minute..."

Before Bai Luo could finish speaking, Zhang Weiguo rushed into the cellar.

After 5 seconds

"Holy crap, where did that fat, round guy's head go?!"