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Chapter 183: Warlord Young Commander vs. Shanghai's No. 1 Socialite 7

It’s really...there’s no coincidence in the world.

She turned around and told Chun Zhiyi: "That bottle of perfume was given by the young marshal. You should thank him."

When Chun Zhiyi heard this, he tilted his head with a mischievous look, and swam evenly from Chun Nianren to Shen Tingzhou, then back, and then straightened his posture.

"Thank you, Marshal. I begged you for many days before you were willing to give me up!"

Of course, Shen Tingchuan would not care about the things he gave away, and her things were naturally for her to deal with.

"The eldest lady and the third lady have a very good sisterly relationship."

His eyes were fixed on Chun Nianren's face and he nodded.

"Miss Chun, the work is over. Goodbye."

He left early and went directly.

Chun Zhiyi leaned against Chun Nianren's arm and sighed, "Sister, it seems that the young marshal is not as bad as the rumors say..."

I struggled with the wording.

"Cold, ruthless, arrogant, and cruel."

This series of criticisms made Chun Nianren laugh suddenly, and his tone was quite interesting.

"Isn't it said that seeing is believing?"

She shook her fingers lightly, and the crystal clear wine in the red wine glass swirled. She raised her chin and took a sip.

At night in the foreign concessions, rickshaws were pulling people to and fro and business was brisk.

The driver suddenly said, "Miss, that seems to be Marshal Shen's car in front?"

Chun Nianren looked up in confusion and his sight passed through the front windshield of the car. In front was indeed the military jeep that Shen Tingzhou often used.

"Drive slowly and don't get too close to the military government's cars."

"Yes."

The driver slowed down and fell far behind.

"Bang bang—"

Suddenly, two loud bangs of explosives were heard from the intersection ahead. The crowd was in an uproar and some people ran over here.

Chun Nianren frowned as he watched more and more people fleeing in panic.

Chun Yuqing and Chun Zhiyi were sitting in the car at the back.

Chun Nianren opened the car door and calmly told the driver: "They are not coming for us, don't be afraid, go to the car behind and protect them home first."

"Miss! It's dangerous outside!"

But the door had been slammed shut.

Chun Nianren went against the panicked crowd and his figure quickly disappeared in front.

The closer we got to the intersection, the louder and more frequent the gunfire became.

She leaned against the eaves, took out a delicate pistol from her handbag, threw the bag away, and approached the intersection stealthily and slowly with the gun in hand.

The other party blew up the car at first.

Openly attacking Shen Zhongqing's son in Shanghai was brave... but not wise.

Gunshots rang out from behind Shen Tingzhou, and the sound of breaking air suddenly passed over his head. The killer on the second-floor windowsill opposite him froze in his eyes, a red spot appeared in the center of his forehead, and he disappeared straight out of the window.

Precision kill.

Shen Tingzhou turned around suddenly, and the image of Chun Nianren holding a pistol high in the smoke of the field strongly entered his eyes.

There was only calmness and coldness in the fox's eyes, which had once been moving.

In a flash, he quickly raised his hand and pulled the trigger at the second floor of the building behind her.

A line of blood gushed out.

Kill with one shot.

The ground was covered with blood and in a mess.

The attack on Shen Tingzhou came to an end.

Fortunately, the other side didn’t have many people, otherwise Shen Tingzhou wouldn’t have brought many people with him today, and it would have been difficult to solve the problem.

"Young Marshal! You are injured!"

Adjutant Sun put away his gun, turned around to check the car, and wanted to send him to the hospital.

Shen Tingzhou's face gradually turned pale. There was a big cut on his sleeve, and blood had completely soaked out of it.

He could feel the burning pain of the wound, so he covered it and leaned back.

It should be that when the explosives exploded, glass fragments or iron pieces entered.

Chun Nianren frowned. There were two cars in Shen Tingzhou's group. The front one was blown over with both the people in it and the car, leaving oil and blood all over the ground. The back one was better, but its glass was shattered and full of bullet holes. It was probably scrapped.

Adjutant Sun pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

Chun Nianren calmly arranged: "My car is parked in the back, I'll drive it."

"Miss Chun, I'm going to go. You stay here and watch over the young marshal!"

As the uncle adjutant said this, he rushed to find a car.

Shen Tingzhou was leaning against the tattered jeep, his clothes stained with blood, looking a bit disheveled and embarrassed.

He raised his eyelids and looked at her, his tone teasing.

"Sister Nianren is really a hidden talent. Did she teach marksmanship in the English Department of Exeter College?"

The man clearly looked pale, but his posture made him look like a ruffian. He didn't look like a good person at all.

Chun Nianren's slender eyelashes drooped, and he removed the magazine with a push of his fingertips.

"I went abroad alone and learned something to support myself. What? Fourth brother thinks I can't learn?"

"Of course not. Sister Nianren has good taste. M1903 semi-automatic pistol, a good gun."

Shen Tingzhou raised his head. The two of them were not far away from each other, not deliberately keeping a distance. Instead, for her, it was very natural... not close.

Sun Cheng has already driven the car over.

This place is a bit far from the hospital, so Adjutant Sun honked the horn and stepped on the accelerator.

Shen Tingzhou half closed his eyes, luckily he was not injured in any vital parts, otherwise he would have lost his life.

The scene of Chun Nianren hitting the killer with a decisive blow just now flashed through his mind.

She held the gun high, calm and confident.

Shen Tingzhou then burst into laughter.

At this moment, I really have time to think about these things.

Today she was wearing a modified cheongsam with a blue background and Suzhou embroidered butterflies. It had an oriental elegance without being too much of a distraction...

Fluent English, with an elegant London accent...

That perfume doesn't suit her, the aftertaste is too sweet...

It's not as good as what I smell right now, the amber jasmine and old agarwood in the bloody smell, it's really elegant and graceful, not ostentatious but unique...

The short curtains by the window were occasionally shaken open due to the unstable speed of the car, and the lights and shadows from the street were pouring in, and his consciousness became blurred.

The whole city is under martial law.

Shen Tingzhou woke up the next day and found himself lying on a hospital bed.

"The man is from the north."

Adjutant Sun was reporting the situation to him.

Shen Tingzhou leaned against the head of the bed with an indifferent expression. His lips were a little pale due to excessive blood loss.

He was holding this morning's newspaper, and the front page of the newspaper was the newly announced armistice agreement.

"Just after we signed the armistice agreement with the South, people started arriving."

Adjutant Sun lowered his head and took out the M1903 pistol.

"Young Marshal, this is Miss Chun's gun."

Shen Tingzhou raised his eyes to look at him: "Why is it with you?"

"Miss Chun asked me to hand it over to the young commander before she left. She probably didn't want others to know that she used a gun."

Shen Tingzhou was attacked and the Governor's Mansion was under strict seal. The wounds on the dead people were caused by small-caliber bullets and were very special. They were not from standard firearms. Instead of finding out that it was her gun, it would be better to keep it with them.

"When did she leave?"

"The operation was over, the doctor said you were fine, and Miss Chun left."

Shen Tingzhou put down the newspaper and reached out to take the gun. The small gun body, suitable for concealment, lay in his palm, not even as long or as wide as his palm.