Arsenal Military Academy

On Changshun Street, two Japanese cars drove one after the other. A Pontiac was in front, followed by an armed truck, which was fast driving towards the Royal Palace.

There were a dense line of people on the truck, all in black suits, and the clothes on the back waist were not very flat, so they should be wearing guns. Among the crowd, the huge object covered with red cloth was particularly conspicuous. From a distance, the object was extremely long, extremely wide and extremely thick, accounting for one-third of the entire carriage.

Whose power is this, it's just a birthday celebration, making such a big show!

The people on the street looked sideways and began to speculate that the treasure under the red cloth must be hard to find.

Xie Xiang drove his bicycle and crossed the two cars head-on. Hearing people's admiration, he couldn't help but slander. Seeing the expressions on the faces of the people on the truck, it didn't look like a birthday party, but a funeral.

The truck turned a corner and disappeared. Xie Xiang rode all the way to the front of the Japan Chamber of Commerce. After a long time no one came out. After a while, the number of people on the street began to increase. Most of these people were going to celebrate birthdays. , All kinds of cars covered with red silk drove in the direction of Royal Palace.

I looked at my watch, and now it has been nearly an hour since the two Japanese cars I saw on Changshun Street for birthday celebrations. Although Xie Xiang wondered why they had to leave so early, it was not deep. think.

She focused most of her attention on the door of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, holding her feet tightly, pretending to be waiting for someone in the alley, and looking at her watch from time to time.

The door of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce finally opened. It was not Jin Xianrong, but Fujiwara Ichiro who walked out. He looked around and drove away. Xie Xiang hummed coldly, jumped on the bicycle, and followed the car.

Jin Xianrong did not show up at this time. There are only two possibilities. One is that she has already set off from another place, and the other is that she is not going, and entrusts Fujiwara Ichiro to celebrate her birthday. No matter which kind, Xie Xiang can only follow Fujiwara Ichiro. One way is optional.

The street market was crowded with people, and Fujiwara Ichiro's car was not driving fast. Xie Xiang could keep up, but when the car turned around and drove to a villa area with beautiful scenery and smooth roads, Xie Xiang was a little unable to do so.

There was a black Chevrolet in front of Fujiwara Ichiro’s car. Xie Xiang glanced quickly and recognized that it turned out to be Shen Junshan’s car. Shen Junshan drove faster and drove far in front. Fujiwara Ichiro kept falling behind, although Did not follow too closely, but the intention is already very obvious.

Does he want to attack Shen Junshan? Jin Xianrong obviously treated Shen Junshan... Anyway, it was time to do something for her this time, just like Shen Junshan was struggling to save her on the mountain that day.

Xie Xiang was panting, the bicycle pedaled fast, her legs were sore and painful, but she didn't care at all. There was a steep **** in front of her. Xie Xiang struggled to board the bicycle and climbed to the top of the steep slope. This perspective is vaguely okay. Seeing the outline of a car roof, and riding forward for a while, I saw Fujiwara's car stop.

Chevrolet parked in front of Ichiro Fujiwara's car. The tires of the car were flat and seemed to be punctured.

Shen Junshan got out of the car, picked up the nails on the ground and was watching carefully, his cold eyebrows were stained with anxiety and anger, and his thin lips were also pressed tightly, and he quickly stood up as if he realized something.

Xie Xiang saw Fujiwara Ichiro’s arm sticking out of the window, with the black muzzle in his hand pointing at the person standing in front, and shouted, "Shen Junshan! Be careful!"

When the bullet was shot, Shen Junshan reacted quickly and rolled around and hid behind the car, leaving a row of bullet holes in the mud.

Xie Xiang's forehead jumped suddenly, and suddenly rushed to the front, but because the speed of the car was too fast, he couldn't stop for a while.

Fujiwara Ichiro was furious, jumped out of the car and fired a shot. Xie Xiang couldn't dodge, and fell to the side with his bicycle. Although he fell hard, he managed to escape the bullet.

Fortunately, Fujiwara Ichiro’s target was Shen Junshan, and without entanglement with Xie Xiangduo, he loaded the bullet and walked towards Shen Junshan.

At the side of the car, Shen Junshan's figure had disappeared, and Fujiwara Ichiro looked around. The figure suddenly emerged from the bottom of the car, moving quickly and calmly, grabbing Fujiwara Ichiro's foot, tripping him along the way, the gun slipped out of his hand, and the two began to fight hand-to-hand.

Fujiwara Ichiro was very vigorous, and his shot was cruel and merciless. After a fight, I saw that I was free and punched Shen Junshan in the stomach. Shen Junshan was in pain and stepped back several steps. Taking this opportunity, Ichiro Fujiwara picked up the gun. The gun was aimed at Shen Junshan again.

Xie Xiang had already rushed over. Seeing this, he didn't avoid it. Instead, he rushed forward and slammed into Fujiwara Ichiro's body with such force, even her chest was stagnant.

The pistol flew away again.

Regardless of Fujiwara Ichiro who went to pick up the pistol, Xie Xiang helped Shen Junshan, and the two jumped into Fujiwara Ichiro's car. As soon as the car started, bullets hit from behind. Two or three bullets hit the rear window, shocked. With the cold sweat of Xie Xiang, in the rearview mirror, Fujiwara Ichiro held his gun murderously and moved further and further away from them.

If she didn’t come here today...Xie Xiang couldn’t think about the next thing. She sighed in relief. She turned her face to look at Shen Junshan. His arm was red in the fight with Fujiwara Ichiro, and the blood went along. His arms shed slowly, dyeing his brown suit jacket red.

Feeling the worried gaze beside him, Shen Junshan shook his arm, as if seeing through Xie Xiang's mind, replied: "I'm fine, go to my house first."

"Um."

Xie Xiang agreed with the fact that he knew about going home after he was injured. He switched to the driving position, touched his steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove to the Shen family mansion.

The car was so fast that it quickly drove to the door of Shen's house.

After entering Shen's house, the doorkeeper went to report to Shen Tingbai. Not long after, Shen Tingbai led a group of people to send the pale Shen Junshan upstairs. The servants rushed to follow the family doctor. Go upstairs.

Shen Tingbai didn't go up, he already knew what happened, and stayed in the living room to greet Xie Xiang.

His always cold expression was because this incident brought a rare kind of kindness, and he said gently: "Xie, thanks to you today, if it weren't for you, Junshan would be in danger."

Shen Tingbai attaches great importance to his younger brother, so he speaks very politely to Xie Xiang, kindly like Xie Xiang's elders, if it is seen by outsiders, there must be a lot of discussion about who Xie Xiang is.

Xie Xiang was a little cautious in front of Shen Tingbai, "Boss Shen is polite. Junshan and I are classmates and friends, and it is necessary to help."

Shen Tingbai smiled and nodded, "Just like Junshan, call my eldest brother. It doesn't matter if you have anything to do. If I can help, I will spare no effort." Shen Tingbai said, thank you. Xiang poured a full cup of tea.

This cup of tea is of great significance, with the meaning of reciprocity, Xie Xiang is not stupid, how could he not be able to hear it. She also knew that it was pure coincidence that she saved Shen Junshan. If she were not going to investigate Jin Xianrong, where would she find Ichiro Fujiwara and his plot.

However, fortunately, she went to investigate Jin Xianrong herself. She knew Jin Xianrong and others didn't know that Jin Xianrong deliberately concealed the fact that she was the president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce because of her careful consideration of Shen Junshan. She had a hunch that she felt that sooner or later she would face Jin Xianrong face to face, fighting each other, and the one who survived was the winner of this fight.

And Shen Junshan, perhaps his friendship with Jin Xianrong was enough to blind him to his always clear judgment.

"Okay, Shen, Brother Shen." Xie Xiang cried out, still feeling a little awkward.

Shen Tingbai took a sip of tea and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, why are you there?"

It is not a questioning, but a simple questioning, at least his attitude and tone will not embarrass both parties.

Xie Xiang was dumb, it was about the origins of the story, but also from the gold seal, but Guo Shuting asked her to keep the gold seal a secret, she hesitated: "I, uh...I..."

Shen Tingbai didn't think he was disgusted, smiled gently, and even extra explanation: "Don't worry, I don't doubt what you mean, just curiosity. If it's inconvenient for you to answer, you can leave it alone."

Xie Xiang remembered the affairs of the Royal Palace, and remembered that Big Brother Wei’s bones were still in the cold, and Bell was alone in the orphanage. He couldn’t care about so much at this time: “Actually, there is no inconvenience, but I’m investigating one thing, so Following the Japanese, I didn’t know in advance that he was going to be against Junshan. I wondered... Brother Shen, could you let me go to Rongwang’s Mansion for Shen Junshan to give birthday gifts.”

"Royal Palace?" Shen heard that Bai Xin was puzzled, as if thinking of something.

He finally nodded. Since Xie Xiang would save Shen Junshan, he would not harm the Shen family. Moreover, even if he didn't ask for it, he would still have to send it off later.

Shen Tingbai was very thorough in his work, but within two minutes, the gifts and the car were ready. He told Xie Xiang: "No matter what you are investigating, the other party is not a simple person. You have to be more careful."

Xie Xiang thanked him for helping out, replied repeatedly, said goodbye to Shen Tingbai and drove away. This time she did not take a small road, but chose to cross the bustling street. Although the car was slow, it was safe. No matter how presumptuous the Japanese were, they would not dare to openly shoot in the streets.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, the time should have been too late. There were so many guests in Prince Rong’s Mansion, and the birthday celebration alone would have to pay a full hour. At this time, the banquet should not be opened yet.

When the car stopped at the gate of the palace, a porter ran over to help stop the car. Xie Xiang handed the invitation card and birthday gift to the porter, clapped his palms, walked in with his hands behind his back, and hid in the crowd.

She watched the visiting guests with cold eyes. These people looked all smiles, but who knows how much false feelings there are and how many fakes there are.

The firecrackers in front of the gate suddenly sounded, and then fireworks rose into the sky again. The crackling firecrackers brought joyous celebrations. The crowd became lively. The voices of conversation and talking rose with the sound of firecrackers, and with the red shreds of paper floating in the air. In the air, the festive atmosphere of Prince Rong's Mansion enveloped everyone, and people's laughter was amplified, and people were greeting each other everywhere. Clothes and temples filled the century-old mansion, majestic and wealthy.

Seeing that it was about to start, Xie Xiang glanced around, but didn't see Jin Xianrong. She hesitated for a while, wondering if her judgment was wrong.

The sound of messy and heavy footsteps sounded, and a group of people in black suits poured into the courtyard. Among the many black figures, the single white was particularly conspicuous.

The spacious courtyard suddenly became crowded. Eight people carried huge objects into the door, and violently pushed the rest of the guests in the crowd. They were full of fierce faces, and walked to the center of the courtyard to put down the huge objects covered with red cloth on their shoulders, and smashed them. There was an ear-splitting sound on the ground, and the guests present were all frightened by the formation. Those who were sitting on the chairs leaned back one after another, and the standing ones stepped back further.

"It's finally here..." Xie Xiang muttered to himself.

She squinted her eyes and recognized that these were the Japanese people she had seen on Changshun Street this morning. Seeing this posture, the visitors were not kind.

The people carrying things stepped back, revealing the curly figure behind.

"Dafujin, I'm here to celebrate your birthday."

Jin Xianrong gathered up her slightly curled hair, neatly coiling it behind her head, with a white silk flower obliquely inserted on her temples, and looking at her body, she wore a coarse white mourning dress on her feet. It is also a pair of white embroidered shoes.

This dress has nothing to do with birthday celebrations, it really is here for funerals!

"Where's the wild girl! Run here to run wild!"

The man next to Lord Rong stood up, his skin was dark, his cheeks glowed abnormally dark red, and only the hard wind from the northwest could blow his face out of this color. He is a burly figure and a face full of flesh, and standing still is estimated to be able to scare a group of children. This man came from the northwest from thousands of miles, and looks quite favored by the prince of Rong, except for the famous Pei Shun. NS.

He is a slave in the Royal Palace of Rong. Because of his courage, he was sent to the army by the prince and supported all the way. Now he is also the commander of the army. Pei Shun cares about his friendship and does not forget his old master. People who are acquainted know him as a character.

Pei Shun waved his hand and fell viciously on Jin Xianrong's shoulder. This person is definitely not a gentleman, he not only beats women, but also kills women!

But Jin Xianrong is not an ordinary woman either.

She took out a pistol and hit a bullet at Pei Shun's feet. The surrounding guests exclaimed. Pei Shun changed slightly, but did not move. The guards of the palace surrounded Jin Xianrong and his men.

Faced with these battles, Jin Xianrong was not half afraid. She looked cold and arrogant, and slowly stretched out her hand, her white fingers covered the red cloth covering the object.

"As I said, I'm here to celebrate my birthday. Here, I have brought all the birthday gifts."