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46 His superior was as big as the sky! I beg for everything!

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Chapter 45-Big Boss!

After coming out of the washroom, Ming De did not return to the banquet hall. Instead, he greeted Ming Cheng and left the restaurant.

Big Sister Mingjing was currently in a fit of anger. If he met her, he would probably be beaten up as well. Rather than letting one more person suffer, it was better to let one person bear the burden.

Therefore, Ming De directly chose to let his big brother Ming Lou hold the fort in front while he himself chose to leave this troublesome place.

……

The sun rose and set, and night fell.

On the streets of Shanghai, rows of neon lights flashed, giving off a dazzling feeling.

On the side of the street, in a dark alley.

A man wearing a black tunic suit and a bowler hat walked out from the shadows. He looked to be in his thirties and had a common face.

He adjusted his top hat and lowered his head. After repeatedly confirming that there were no people watching him, he cautiously blended into the crowd and walked in the direction of Paramount Gate.

His name was Old Dao, and he was a special agent from the Intelligence Team of Area A of the Shanghai Military Station.

Now, he was going to the restaurant opposite Paramount to meet with the new team leader of District A's intelligence team.

However, the old Daoist was a little worried about this new superior.

According to his well-informed colleagues, the new team leader of Area A's intelligence team was just a young teenager who had just graduated from military school. He had not made any achievements and his foundation was unknown.

Did such a person really have the ability to lead them?

Moreover, the other party had just arrived in Shanghai. What was the matter that made him gather his subordinates in such a hurry?

The old Daoist was both puzzled and worried.

As he thought about it, the old Daoist walked to Gordon Road and walked into a luxurious western restaurant with a very artistic style opposite Paramount.

After scanning the hall and confirming that there was nothing out of the ordinary, the old Daoist went to Room 3.

After he pushed the door open, the first thing he saw was his partner, Second Lieutenant Commander Zhuang Xiaoman, codenamed Flying Shadow.

However, on the surface, Zhuang Xiaoman's identity was number 76 of the Wang puppet government's Special Agent Division, a senior intelligence officer of the operation team.

The old Daoist walked over and sat down opposite Zhuang Xiaoman.

Soon, a waiter came in with a glass of lemonade and asked,""Sir, Madam, may I order now?”

"There's another friend. We'll talk about it when he arrives.”The old Daoist priest said in a deep voice and placed his hat on the edge of the dining table.

"Yes, sir." The waiter left.

After the old Daoist took a sip of the lemon water, he asked in a low voice,""Fei Ying, I remember that you came from that military academy in Xiang Province. Do you know our new team leader?”

Today, Zhuang Xiaoman was wearing a blue silk cheongsam with a rusted peony pattern on it. After hearing the old priest's words, she did not speak immediately. Instead, she lit a lady's cigarette and took a puff. Then, she slowly said,

"The school will recruit a lot of people every week. I don't even know the name of this new team leader.”

As soon as Zhuang Xiaoman finished speaking, the door of the private room opened. A well-dressed man with a cold face walked in from outside.

Zhuang Xiaoman was stunned when she saw the man.

She had seen this person yesterday at the entrance of Paramount!

At that time, Zhuang Xiaoman thought that he was just a passerby. She did not expect to meet him here today.

He was probably the newly appointed intelligence team leader of Area A, right?

While Zhuang Xiaoman was guessing in her heart, the old Taoist priest had already started to match the secret signals.

"Sir, did you go the wrong way?”the old Daoist asked.

"I don't think so. I made an appointment with my brother-in-law to meet here.”

"Oh? Then where did your brother-in-law come from?"

"Hang Cheng, I'll stay in Shanghai for a while, and then I'll go to Shancheng.”

The secret code was correct!

The young man in front of them was really their team leader!

Zhuang Xiaoman couldn't help but reevaluate him.

He wore a thin suit, a striped tie, and his hair was combed neatly. He wore a Swiss watch on his wrist, and there was a faint scent of indigo flowers on his body. He looked less than twenty years old.

No matter how he looked at it, he looked like a rich young master. He was a completely different person from yesterday afternoon when they met at the entrance of Paramount Gate!

"Sir, please come in. I'm a member of Area A's Intelligence Team, codenamed 'Old Dao'. I'm in charge of communications, and I'm usually the one who receives and sends orders and messages.”

The old Daoist stood up and introduced himself.

"Mingde." After replying, Ming De instructed,"From now on, no matter what the occasion is, call me Master Ming.”

He publicly told his subordinates to call him 'Master Ming'?

Was this how a superior should act?

Upon hearing this, the old Daoist's face instantly darkened. His impression of this young master in front of him became even worse.

"Sir! I'm sorry, but I can't do as you say!" The old Daoist suppressed his anger and said in a hoarse voice.

"I can't accept your request?"

Ming De chuckled and sat beside Zhuang Xiaoman. He said coldly,""You should really be glad that this is Shanghai and not Mountain City. Otherwise, I'll definitely let you know what it means to have a boss as big as the sky!”

As he spoke, Ming De took out a gun and slammed it on the table.

Buzz...

The powerful force caused the wine glass on the table to buzz.

The people present were also stunned by Ming De's sudden aura.

The private room instantly fell into a strange silence.

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