"You get in the car and follow me, and the others will follow me."

Li Zhifeng immediately ordered.

Meng Shaoyuan was able to run rampant in Shanghai without any scruples, not because of his good luck.

Instead, he has a group of loyal subordinates who are always there to protect him.

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Jing'an Temple has always been the most prosperous and lively place in Shanghai.

This area has also been used as a buffer zone by the Chinese and Japanese secret services.

So although there are a large number of contact points and surveillance points between the two sides, large-scale bloody conflicts rarely occur.

It may even happen that two surveillance points know each other's identity. You are next to me and I am next door to you.

We have been "neighbors" for a long time, and sometimes we even nod to each other when we meet.

But once the necessary moment comes, the "neighbor" who was polite before will not hesitate to draw his gun and kill the other party!

There won't be a second's hesitation.

Zhao Laoshi is such a person.

He has a small store in Jing'an Temple, specializing in wonton noodles.

He has been working here for five years, from a small stall carrying a pole to renting a store.

Many people watched him walk step by step.

He is diligent, responsible, and doesn't talk much. Sometimes when people forget to bring money, and they say they owe it, he just smiles.

No one knows how old Zhao Laoshi is. Looking at his appearance, he must be forty.

But only he himself knows that he is only twenty-nine years old this year.

He has been setting up a stall here since he was twenty-four years old, when Zhou Weilong and Cheng Yiming were in power.
Chapter completed!