It's not too late for the first time

Yang Muchu was a little surprised.

He arranged for Ah Si to bring many people to "pick up" the younger brother who was in trouble frequently, just to bring him back safely.

But the situation was inevitable.

Ah Si was injured and returned, but the disobedient younger brother was kidnapped.

See, that man is always in trouble.

In other words, the man himself was troublesome.

Being in Shanghai with a special identity, this specialness is an opportunity and a great danger at the same time.

That's why up to now, Ah Chu still conceals the fact that the identity of the other party's spy has been exposed.

However, some realities appear to be more pressing.

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On December 12, Nanjing fell.

If Wuhan is heaven and Shanghai is the world, then Nanjing is hell.

And now, it seems that in the world, one can also smell danger.

This breath is given by the Communist Party.

Yang Muchu kept frowning.

He just got the news that the group who took Ah Ci away was indeed the Communist Party.

He tried his best to take Ah Ci away, and he didn't hesitate to fold the few people in his hands...

He has always been somewhat incomprehensible to the Communist Party. Whether it is Xia Yuechun or others, their hearts seem to be very strong, but they are tightly wrapped.

But now, he vaguely sensed that they were going to do something, and they really didn't want him to know.

This matter has something to do with Ah Ci, and it may also have something to do with himself.

Yang Muchu frowned and sneered, these people, whether it was the Kuomintang in the past or the Communist Party now, seemed to be competing with him for Aci.

Use those high-sounding family, country and world to make Ah Ci do some things that are not even good for him.

But they always forgot that it was his younger brother.

Fight him for Aci, and they lose from the start.

Since now...they don't want him to know...

Then he let them think that he already knew about them!

"Ah Si, those people caught, whether they didn't know or refused to tell..."

Yang Muchu paused for a moment, and continued: "I'll do as you said, torture and torture. Then hand it over to the police, get a death sentence, and see the newspaper tomorrow."

He explained in an orderly manner——

"However, remember, when processing, keep one, no more, no less, just keep one.

"Also, tomorrow I will go to Zhabei Bank and arrange an accident on the way where I get injured."

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Threats, temptations, persecution, murder.

All these crazy things in Yang Muchu's original tutoring seemed to have been done in just one year.

He did it and didn't regret it.

Not to worry about insomnia and cold sweat when dreaming back at midnight.

What's more, in the early morning, he had just directed a scene, and after confirming his "bitter tricks" in Ah Ci's meeting, the only worry was relieved, and he should have taken a comfortable nap on his soft bed.

But now, with the sun shining all over the bed, he couldn't fall asleep.

Born in troubled times, flashy like a dream, how happy is it?

Those sights and feelings that were neglected in ordinary times suddenly emerged along with the unimaginable death methods from Nanjing.

Unscrupulous Japanese soldiers everywhere, compatriots who fled to the concession to seek protection but were pushed and rejected...

A sense of dignity suddenly surged in his heart.

He was fully capable of taking care of himself and his family, and he could point to those compatriots who had lost their dignity, and ask aggressively and arrogantly: Since the inferiority complex is like a tarsal maggot, what is the point? , why don't you commit suicide?

However, in the face of the burden of the country, no one can throw away his hands and be an uncle.

He always thought so too.

He supported the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, supported the Anti-Japanese War, and hated the traitors. The news of the fall of the three northeastern provinces also made him heartbroken.

But there's never been a moment like this.

The support and anger seemed to belong to him, making him feel as if his chest was heaving violently.

He thought that at this moment, he might have a little understanding of Ah Ci's beliefs, and a little understanding of his choice to give up his life for his beliefs.

However, this does not mean that he agrees with such a choice.

He slowly fell asleep amidst the ups and downs of calm and intense emotions.

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He is indeed tired.

Now when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly woke up again.

An extremely faint sound of footsteps sounded outside the door.

That voice made Yang Muchu's heart skip a beat.

He got up quietly, and the door was opened gently.

The afternoon sun seemed extraordinarily warm and dazzling.

The surprised expression on the face of the person pushing the door was reflected.

Seeing Ah Chu standing in front of him intact, Yang Muci couldn't help smiling, and opened his arms:

"Brother, I'm back."

The author has something to say:

☆、This doctor is treacherous