Espionage: I Awaken Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 41 The debt of gratitude can never be repaid, Tongfu Lane

"Can I really go now?"

Niu Daikui stood there blankly, his honest face full of confusion.

The reversal of the two poles made him feel like he was dreaming, with a sense of unreality.

He still believed that the three police officers who arrested him were the ones who would normally do what police officers do: set charges against him or take the opportunity to extort money from him.

Now that they've suddenly released them, I'm starting to wonder if they have an even bigger scheme going on?

However, considering that he was just a refugee who came to Shanghai to perform, he didn't have any qualifications to be taken advantage of by others.

Furthermore, the Japanese ronin was lying on the ground groaning with his head and face covered in blood; these details could not be faked.

Niu Daikui had a vague feeling that this young man, who wasn't much older than him, seemed different from the other patrolmen.

A person who helps their fellow countrymen who are being bullied is a good person.

Shen Lang raised his chin at a 45-degree angle, a calm and collected smile on his face, and his hair swayed gently in the wind, exuding an air of sophistication.

But what if you knew that this "approachable" gesture was met with a "friend zone" from a man, especially a rugged one? Would you be devastated?

With a sharp siren, an ambulance slowly came to a stop in the square.

Several medical staff rushed over and quickly helped the person into the ambulance.

As the wanderer was about to get on the bus, he turned and gave Niu Daikui a deep look, then glared fiercely at the old man selling peanuts and melon seeds.

Making no attempt to conceal his murderous intent, he said resentfully, "You wait, I will definitely kill both of you!"

The distorted face, stained red with blood, looked particularly ferocious.

Even the onlookers could feel the intense resentment and hatred, and had no doubt that the hatred and murderous intent were tangible.

Interestingly, the ronin only threatened Niu Daikui and the old man selling peanuts and melon seeds.

He didn't even glance at the policeman who had beaten him three times, leaving him with a bloody head and his arm in a bizarrely bent position, let alone show any hatred or threat.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to make sense.

Years later, instead of harboring hatred towards the rival who had given their home a barbecue and planted two mushrooms, they publicly expressed friendliness and gratitude.

Instead, they showed no remorse towards the party who, out of kindness, did not pursue the crime further, and instead targeted and provoked them at every turn.

Perhaps this is a classic case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and that kind people are often taken advantage of.

Bang~!

The ambulance closed its doors and slowly drove away into the distance, its siren blaring.

Niu Daikui clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the departing ambulance.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a large hand patted his shoulder.

A teasing voice came from inside: "Silly boy, your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Anyone who didn't know better would think your wife was in the car!"

"Hehe~." Niu Daikui scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled, his poor eloquence leaving him unsure how to respond.

Shen Lang patted his broad shoulder and said, "Don't block the way here. Find another place to perform. As long as it's within the jurisdiction of the Mailan Police Station, if anyone gives you trouble, just say Brother Lang's name: Shen Lang!"

I have a very good impression of this strong and honest young man in front of me.

At this critical moment of life and death, when everyone needs to unite as one to fight against the enemy, the courage to stand up for our compatriots when they are being bullied by the Japanese is commendable.

Shen Lang admired the young man performing for money, which is why he specifically offered him some advice.

Let him go elsewhere to set up a stall and perform, so he can leave this place of trouble.

The police were not pleased that someone continued to set up a stall after being assaulted.

Mentioning "Brother Lang's" name within the jurisdiction of the McLan Police Station is still quite effective.

His predecessor was a ruthless man who extorted money and even dared to beat gang members with police batons.

Although his actions were unethical and his reputation was tarnished, his fearsome name was such that no one dared to provoke him.

As long as it's mentioned that someone is under the protection of "Brother Lang," they will generally give him face and won't cause trouble for Niu Da Kui.

This is the reputation of evil people!

Although Niu Daikui was young, he was not a fool who knew nothing, having traveled all over the country from Northeast China to Shanghai.

Knowing that this was helping him, a look of gratitude appeared on his face.

Chongchong took the lead in agreeing, his honest face turning solemn as he said, "I live in the shantytown. If you ever need my help, feel free to come to me. Even if it means going through fire and water, a man who wouldn't flinch isn't a real man!"

His voice was full of gratitude; if it weren't for this "Brother Lang's" righteous intervention, he probably wouldn't have survived.

For this man from Northeast China, gratitude must be repaid!

Shen Lang nodded slightly, patted his shoulder, and didn't say anything more.

I helped out of pure enthusiasm today, without any intention of getting anything in return.

After sending Niu Daikui to set up a stall on the next street with his goods, and chatting with Patrolman Chen for a few more minutes, he leisurely went to look at houses... no, he went to patrol the area he was responsible for.

He didn't see a pair of eyes in the crowd staring at his back with great interest.

"I can never repay Brother Lang's kindness, never!"

Shen Lang swayed and staggered as he patrolled the street, muttering to himself.

Thinking back on how I just bravely saved two lives, I feel incredibly satisfied.

Isn't it just a matter of never being able to repay a debt of gratitude?

I walked sideways and swayed all the way to the front of the Shikumen gate, where the three large characters "Tongfuli" were written.

"This is it."

Shen Lang looked up to confirm the location and a smile appeared on his face.

Based on the information I received, there are small rooms for rent at No. 68 Tongfuli, so I came to check out what the environment is like.

After all, although the police station dormitories are free, the environment is really bad.

The floorboards vibrated from the constant footsteps of people coming and going, as if they were about to collapse at any moment, and there was a rotten smell in the room.

Although the houses inside are all occupied by police officers, they are actually more dangerous than the houses outside.

The police officers are not good people. Thefts and thefts in the dormitories are countless, and arguments and fights often occur.

Now that I've made some money, I naturally want to move to a better environment, and I don't have to worry about my money being stolen.

I looked up and counted the house numbers in the alley, and soon arrived at the outside of No. 68.

The wooden door was ajar, indicating that someone was home.

dong dong dong~

Shen Lang knocked on the door first, and then gently pushed it open.

He asked politely and loudly, "Excuse me, are you home?"

He's here to rent a house, so he can't act like a thug anymore, otherwise who would dare to rent a house to him?

Moreover, when you gently push the door, you can clearly feel its weight and there is no scraping sound.

You can tell from the front door that the landlord must be a discerning person.

Sure enough, a middle-aged woman in her fifties, wearing a cheongsam and sporting a trendy perm, came out.

Holding a newspaper, he asked, "Coming! Coming! Who is it?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, a typical Shanghai accent.

Holding a newspaper, he was clearly well-educated!