Date Yutaro's cheeks gradually solidified.

He looked at Zhang Yong with horrified eyes. It was unbelievable and unbelievable.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He once suspected that he had heard wrongly.

However, the cruel reality told him that he had heard correctly.

Zhang Yong did mention that sensitive name.

In other words, Zhang Yong actually knew who the traitor was.

This is fatal.

How did he know?

Why would he know?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

He didn't even tell his two closest assistants.

"you……"

"Oh, you guessed wrong?"

"you……"

Date Yutaro understood that the other party was playing with him.

The other party clearly knew but deliberately pretended not to know.

hateful!

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

He is an excellent, excellent, outstanding spy!

He was commended by Kozuki Seiji!

He cannot accept such humiliation!

silence.

Zhang Yong didn't speak either.

Cheating. Showing off too much is too much.

a long time……

"How did you know?"

"My guess."

"How did you know?"

"My guess."

"I ask you, how did you know!"

Date Yutaro was anxious.

He couldn't help but raise his tone and shouted.

He is very concerned about this issue.

This question made him lose his temper.

However……

Zhang Yong looked at him with crooked eyes, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

"how do you……"

"Stupid! Of course someone inside you snitched on me."

"What?"

Date Yutaro suddenly felt that the Tianling Gai was getting cold.

Deadly!

Someone snitched? A traitor?

Is there a traitor in Pu's organization? That's terrible! It's terrible!

Zhang Yong actually knew such confidential information. This shows that the traitor must be at a very high level.

At least he was on the same level as Date Yutaro. Or even higher.

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. The more I think about it, the creepier it becomes. I don’t even dare to continue thinking about it.

"money!"

"Tell me who the traitor is and I will give you money."

"Funny. I'm not mentally retarded. How could I possibly tell you who the traitor is?"

"I am under your control now. Even if I know it, I can't pass it on, right?"

"What if?"

"If you don't tell me, I won't give you the money."

"Forget it, I don't want your money anymore."

"One hundred and twenty thousand silver notes. Nine thousand US dollars. Seven thousand pounds. Do you want it?"

"you……"

Zhang Yong gritted his teeth.

Mud. So many? I can’t resist it!

Damn it!

Quietly pinch your own hands.

Control your desires! Don’t be swayed by thousands!

You have to be a noble person, a pure person, a person who is free from vulgar taste...

However……

"Do you want dollars?"

"Pounds, do you want it?"

Date Yutaro deliberately sneered and deliberately seduced.

He saw that Zhang Yong had a weakness, and it was a very fatal weakness.

When he read the information before, he thought Zhang Yong was in disguise. He was deliberately pretending to be lustful and greedy and protective.

In Chinese history, many people did this.

Especially those big people who have achieved fame and great achievements, deliberately defiled themselves in order to protect themselves. As a result, many people died a good death.

In doing so, Zhang Yong obviously learned lessons from history and was pretending from the beginning.

But now, Date Yuntaro has overturned his opinion. He believes that Zhang Yong is not pretending. This guy is just greedy for money and lustful!

"Well……"

Sure enough, Zhang Yong's lips moved slightly.

This small action of his quietly exposed his inner desires.

Oops……

There are actually US dollars! And pounds!

This is your own fatal part!

As soon as these weapons are thrown out, he will immediately lose his ability to resist.

well……

Defeated by the enemy.

Really, the enemy successfully found his weakness.

As long as he has enough dollars, pounds, gold bars, etc., Zhang Yong suspects that he may give Datero Yuntaro a chance to survive.

Suddenly he remembered something, and his eyes suddenly shone.

"Are there any gold bars?"

"Yes. But in another place."

"How many?"
To be continued...