20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 581 Getting burned
That night, when Du Yong was visiting Zhang Xiaolin, Chao Bang's Wan Youyuan also brought his men and rushed to the American Concession Hospital as scheduled.

It was still early in the night, and there were still many patients' families walking around in the corridor fetching water and food.

The nurse came to the ward door carrying bottles and jars of disinfectant and pushed it open with her toes.

"Ah, you woke up?"

In the ward, Wen Tingge leaned on the pillow, nodded weakly, and did not answer.

The nurse put the tray on the bedside table. She wasn't really surprised, but asked professionally, "How do you feel now? Can you move?"

Wen Tingge supported himself with his elbows, moved his buttocks twice, and replied indifferently: "It's okay, but not very agile."

"Of course you did. You were shot in the spine. You're lucky to be able to move now."

"Um... has anyone come to see me?"

The nurse shook her head and fiddled with the disinfectant, preparing to change the gauze for the injured person on the bed.

"No, and I don't know where all your friends have gone. You have a lot of medical expenses left, but no one has come to visit you. However--"

Before he finished speaking, the conversation inside the house attracted the attention of the guard outside the door.

The two turned around and saw a man in a tweed windbreaker standing at the door of the ward.

"Oh, you finally woke up!" The man walked slowly into the house with a half-smile on his face.

"You are..." Wen Tingge frowned, looking a little confused.

Without waiting for the visitor to answer, the nurse explained, "This is the detective from the police station. He is here to investigate a case. He has been here for the past few days..."

"Stop talking!" The man in the windbreaker interrupted harshly, then waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, you have nothing to do here, I want to talk to him alone."

"He hasn't changed his medicine yet!"

"There's still time to change later, get out now!"

The man in the windbreaker didn't give the nurse a good look, so she became a little timid.

Unexpectedly, Wen Tingge suddenly took over the conversation and asked, "Are you from the patrol station?"

"Yeah!" The man in the windbreaker smiled confidently, "Why, do you still want to check my ID?"

Wen Tingge shook his head and said, "That's not necessary. I'm just going to report the case to the police station!"

Hearing this, the man in the windbreaker was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter, thinking that he was worried that he had no reason to arrest someone, and this guy actually rushed to the police station.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard footsteps outside the door.

The three of them looked in the direction of the voice and saw a short and fat figure appear at the door. It was Wan Youyuan from the Chao Gang himself.

"Boss Wan, why are you here?"

The man in the windbreaker seemed to be acquainted with the Chao Gang. As soon as the two sides met, they nodded to each other and exchanged a few simple greetings.

Like many Lao Chai, the identity of this man in the windbreaker is quite complicated. He is not only a plainclothes detective in the International Settlement, but also an anonymous disciple of the Green Gang and a member of the Guangdong Provincial Association.

Originally, he was entrusted by Cheng Maoling to guard Wen Tingge, so naturally he was also working for Zhang Xiaolin.

Wan Youyuan walked into the ward quickly. His attitude was far less polite than that of the man in the windbreaker. He immediately curled his lips at the nurse and shouted, "Get out!"

The nurse was so scared that she ran away.

Immediately, Wan Youyuan came to the bedside, looked down at Wen Tingge, and laughed coldly: "You are really good at pretending, this is the first time I heard of someone being shot in the back and being unconscious for such a long time."

"You are……"

Wen Tingge pretended to be frightened, but his right hand gently groped in the quilt, and soon he grasped the self-defense pistol that Chuanghu gave him.

Wan Youyuan sat down on a chair opposite the bed, crossed his legs, and hummed, "Don't worry about who I am. Tell me about your big brother. Where is Jiang Lianheng? Do you know where he is now?"

Wen Tingge turned his head and murmured, "I just woke up, how do I know where the boss is."

"Don't try that. We're all here to run. Why are you still pretending to be stupid? What's the point?"

"If you want to tell me, then you can ask Zhang Xiaolin to come and ask me in person. Otherwise, I will go to the police station and talk to the foreigners."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wan Youyuan and others burst into laughter.

The man in the windbreaker cursed with disdain, "Who do you think you are, you deserve Marshal Zhang to come and question you? I tell you, even if you go to the police station, you won't see any foreigners. You might as well confess now to avoid being tortured later."

Wan Youyuan nodded, and then urged: "Hurry up and tell me, don't pretend to be a hero here. If you tell the truth now, you may be able to save your life. If the Marshal is happy, he may even let you have a good meal in Shanghai. Should you tell me now or go to the police station to tell me? Decide quickly."

Wen Tingge was stunned.

His words were originally just a test, but judging from the other party's answer, Zhang Xiaolin did not seem to be dead, which meant that the boss's assassination plan might have failed.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Tingge slowly said, "The problem is that I really don't know where the boss is. How many days have I been unconscious?"

"Don't fucking interrupt!" Wan Youyuan cursed. "Jiang Lianheng has called over at least twenty people. Shanghai is a big city, but it's also a small city. It's impossible for so many people to live separately. Where are they staying? Who provided the accommodation?"

"I do not know."

"Say it again, you don't know?"

"Wang Laojiu." Wen Tingge quickly changed his words, "My boss has always been in league with the Axe Gang. You guys know about this!"

"Besides Wang Laojiu, who else is there?" Wan Youyuan asked.

Wen Tingge pretended to be in deep thought. After thinking for a long time, he muttered quietly, "It seems that there is another person from the China Merchants Steam Navigation Company named Li... Li Guodong?"

After hearing this, Wan Youyuan and others smiled at each other.

"So it was that kid Li Guodong. Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier. How could I have forgotten about him?"

For the "three tycoons" in Shanghai who have widespread influence and many followers, just a name as a clue is enough to find Jiang Lianheng.

Wan Youyuan and the others immediately stood up with a smile. When they were about to take Wen Tingge away, they unexpectedly heard a rumbling sound of footsteps in the corridor.

This time, more people came.

Wan Youyuan and his companions took a quick look and saw two groups of people: one group was Lao Chai from the International Settlement Police Station, and the other group was plainclothes detectives from the French Concession. The black and white colluded with each other for a long time in Shanghai, and even if they were not familiar with each other, they had already become familiar with each other.

But the situation in front of him was a little abnormal, and the man in the windbreaker couldn't help but stand up and ask, "Brothers, what's going on?"

Lao Chai from the patrol station pointed at Wen Tingge lying on the bed and explained, "We need to work together on the case. This man is a key witness that the French police want. We need to help extradite him to the French Concession."

"Cooperate in handling cases?" The man in the windbreaker was dumbfounded. "When did Ala start cooperating with the French police?"

The captains of both sides were too lazy to explain and just demanded that Wen Tingge be taken away immediately.

If walking is inconvenient, use a wheelchair. If the wheelchair doesn't work, use a stretcher. In short, it must be done immediately.

In fact, the reason why the British Concession agreed to cooperate with the French Concession was very simple, because last night, Captain Lan of the Patrol Station was also shot and killed in the Great World, and the Chief of Police of the British Concession also needed to give an explanation to the Governor.

Although Wan Youyuan and the others were extremely surprised and somewhat confused, they had no choice but to watch as Lao Chai contacted the hospital and carried Wen Tingge out of the hospital.

In contrast, Wen Tingge seemed exceptionally calm, and even breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. He let Lao Chai take him away without showing any intention of resisting.

After a while, the building was empty.

The ward suddenly became deserted, with only Wan Youyuan and others looking at each other in bewilderment.

The nurse poked her head in from the door and asked timidly, "Um...are you guys still going to stay here? I have to clean up the ward."

Wan Youyuan frowned, waved his hand, and led his brothers to quickly leave the ward.

As he walked down the stairs, he pulled the man in the windbreaker aside and asked in a low voice, "Lao Hua, what's going on now? Do you know?"

"How should I know?" The man in the windbreaker looked nonchalant. "If they want to take her away, then let them take her away. Why do you care so much?"

"Brother, I'm in!" Wan Youyuan seemed a little anxious and explained quickly, "Just now, those old guys suddenly took the people away. You didn't know, and I didn't know either. The Marshal is in the hospital, and he probably doesn't know either, otherwise he wouldn't have let me come."

"So what?"

"Tsk, can't you see it?"

Wan Youyuan suddenly became anxious and said hurriedly: "The British Concession and the French Concession are working together to investigate the case. Old Huang must know about this, but he didn't tell the Marshal. What does this mean? This means that the investigation is serious this time! It's no use using those little bastards to take the blame. We must be catching a big fish this time!"

"Oh--"

The man in the windbreaker nodded as if he had realized something, and said, "If that's what you said, then it's indeed possible, but..."

But then again, this matter still has nothing to do with him, a plainclothes detective in the International Settlement.

However, this statement seemed too sarcastic and he was embarrassed to say it out loud.

After thinking it over, he could only comfort her in a bland way: "Oh, Boss Wan, don't worry. Money makes the world go round. With your huge fortune, you can handle anything. Besides, you have already found clues about Jiang Lianheng. If you want to catch the big fish, you should catch him!"

"No, no, no, the key point is that if they want to arrest Jiang Lianheng, then there is no need for Old Man Huang to hide it. There is something wrong, there must be something wrong!"

"Uh...Boss Wan, I think you are thinking too much."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Wan Youyuan is also a veteran.

Anyone who is an old hand will not give anything away for free.

He was not stupid. His eyes widened at this moment. He felt a chill on his back and begged hurriedly, "Brother, I really threw myself into this. I was involved in many things here. Please tell me the truth. What are the people from the Guangdong Gang planning now?"

"Boss Wan, don't rush to seek medical help!" The man in the windbreaker asked with a frown, "What does the Guangdong Gang's plan have to do with you?"

"Oh, why don't you understand? The Guangdong Gang has extensive connections in the military, police and political circles. If they can't swallow this, they will definitely continue the fight. If they want to fight, they will definitely use their connections. I can also go to their place to avoid the limelight."

"Yeah, let's do this. I'll go find Lai Chunbao and the others later and ask them about their attitudes for you."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"You're welcome. It's nothing. I think you're being too cautious. Doesn't Zhang Xiaolin have connections in the military camp? You might as well go ask him!"

"Of course." Wan Youyuan nodded repeatedly, "I'm going back now to ask about the situation!"

As they were talking, the two had already walked out of the American Concession Hospital, and then they hurriedly said goodbye and went their separate ways.

The only things in the world that are kept in your heart and never spoken out loud can be called secrets.

There is no doubt that as soon as Wen Tingge spoke up in the hospital and revealed the clue about Li Guodong, the news quickly spread among the "insiders" in Shanghai as the military and police, the Chinese and foreign communities, gangs of all sizes, and fellow business groups were all trying their best to search for clues.

It is estimated that the location of the Jiang family’s stronghold will be made public before noon tomorrow.

At the same time, Du Yong naturally had to convey He Fenglin's intentions to his own disciples and the Qing Gang disciples truthfully, and they were not allowed to take action against the Jiang family without authorization.

On the other hand, after Wan Youyuan left the American Concession, he hurried all the way and sneaked back to the French Concession Hospital that night.

It was already late at night, Du Yong had already left, and only a few close associates of the Zhang family were left in the ward.

Wan Youyuan met Zhang Xiaolin and immediately reported the clues he had obtained truthfully.

I thought that after Zhang Xiaolin learned the news, he would immediately order his disciples to search for Jiang Lianheng's whereabouts.

Unexpectedly, the arrogant Marshal Zhang suddenly hesitated, waved his hand and said, "Uh... well, don't act rashly. I will go to the Guard Office tomorrow morning and ask General He's opinion first."

However, after just a moment of hesitation, Wan Youyuan's heart suddenly tightened, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he said: "Okay, okay... Marshal, you rest here first, it's getting late, I... I'd better go home first!"

After saying that, he left the hospital in a hurry as if escaping from famine.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the door of my house, I saw two teams of police officers rushing towards me to surround me.

The police were divided into two groups, one was the Chinese patrol and the other was the Annan patrol.

Seeing this, Wan Youyuan was already half disappointed. He walked forward tremblingly, found an acquaintance, and asked with a smile: "Gentlemen, what do you mean?"

The officer came over with his arms swaying, his face devoid of the politeness of meeting an acquaintance. He glanced up and down at me and asked, "Boss Wan, did you go to the American Concession Hospital just now?"

“Ah, yes, yes…”

"That's right. He is the key witness of the Alafah Police Station. I don't know why you went to find him, but I now suspect that you are related to several murders last night. We are all old acquaintances. Let's see, do you want to go with me on your own initiative, or do you want me to tie you up and leave?"

(End of this chapter)