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The bustling noise of the teahouse surged like a tide, enveloping everyone within its embrace. Lin Feng sat in the main hall, appearing calm and composed, yet his fingers rhythmically tapped on the table in time with the melody of "Jasmine Flower." Though he seemed indifferent, each tap was laden with meaning as his gaze quietly searched the crowd for potential responses.
Meanwhile, in an upstairs private room, a seasoned operative from the Underground Party lay in wait. His name was Zhao Gang, and for years he had maneuvered beneath the enemy's nose, using his extraordinary intelligence and courage to relay information and secure significant victories for his organization. At this moment, his keen ears picked up on a faint signal amidst the din—a signal so subtle in the noisy environment yet as bright as the most luminous star in the night sky, instantly capturing his attention.
Zhao Gang rose silently, moving with the grace of a leopard without making a sound. He slowly approached the intricately carved window of the private room and peered down through its delicate latticework. There, in the hall below, Lin Feng stood tall yet seamlessly blended into the crowd. Beneath his composed exterior, his eyes sparkled with alertness and wisdom. The rhythm of his tapping matched perfectly with the song, leaving no room for error.
Zhao Gang's heart stirred; years of underground work had instilled in him a habit of caution and suspicion. Despite having some guesses in mind, he dared not jump to conclusions. He decided to conduct a discreet observation and test.
He signaled to a waiter downstairs, and shortly after, the waiter entered the private room carrying a pot of fresh tea. Zhao Gang whispered a few instructions into his ear; the waiter nodded in understanding and hurried back downstairs.
Moments later, the waiter approached Lin Feng's table under the guise of being friendly and offered to refill his cup. However, following Zhao Gang's instructions, he intentionally knocked over a teacup, spilling tea across the table and soaking Lin Feng's handkerchief beside it.
"Oh dear! I sincerely apologize!" The waiter exclaimed with an apologetic face as he scrambled to clean up.
Lin Feng's heart raced at this sudden turn of events; he immediately became alert but maintained an outward calmness. He waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's alright; it was just an accident." As he bent down to pick up his handkerchief, his peripheral vision caught sight of a tiny pentagram engraved on the handle of the waiter's teapot—an internal mark of their organization!
Lin Feng remained composed while understanding that this was a test directed at him. He subtly raised his head and exchanged a glance with the waiter; a fleeting moment of unspoken understanding passed between them. The waiter quickly finished tidying up and turned to leave.
Zhao Gang observed everything from above. Watching Lin Feng's reaction dispelled any lingering doubts he had. He knew time was of the essence; agents could return for inspections at any moment, and he needed to convey new orders to Lin Feng swiftly.
As Lin Feng stood up to leave, Zhao Gang feigned settling his bill and exited the private room. They crossed paths at the staircase; Zhao Gang was tall with a stern expression that held an inscrutable depth. Seemingly casually brushing past Lin Feng, he slipped a prepared note into Lin Feng's palm while handing money to the teahouse owner.
Lin Feng's heart tightened as he felt the note between his fingers but did not pause for even a moment as he continued steadily down the stairs. Once outside the teahouse, he turned into a secluded alleyway and ensured no one was around before unfolding the note under the faint moonlight. It read: "Shadow, there has been a change in plans; leave the teahouse immediately. The organization has decided you must infiltrate Wang Wei’s inner circle to gather critical intelligence; further actions will be communicated later. Exercise utmost caution; lives are at stake—do not fail your mission."
Lin Feng’s heartbeat quickened; he understood that this was an extremely challenging and dangerous task. Infiltrating Wang Wei meant stepping into a den of wolves—one misstep could lead to disaster. Yet there was no hesitation in him; determination shone in his eyes.
At their secret base, Lin Feng began meticulous preparations. He donned a sharp suit and slicked back his hair to emulate Wang Wei officials' demeanor while studying their behaviors and social etiquette closely. Using intelligence gathered from Underground Party sources, he carefully examined Wang Wei’s internal structure and personnel relationships to identify possible entry points.
Days later, an opportunity arose quietly. The Wang Wei government hosted an extravagant ball inviting dignitaries from all walks of life. Lin Feng utilized his forged identity and exceptional disguise skills to blend seamlessly into this gathering. The ballroom sparkled with lights and resonated with music as men and women danced gracefully—on the surface it appeared to be an opulent spectacle while beneath it lay currents of danger.
Holding a glass of champagne, Lin Feng navigated through the crowd with keen observation skills directed at everyone around him. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure—the Agent Little Chief who had appeared during their previous meeting at the teahouse. A spark ignited within him as he devised a plan.
Feigning casualness, he bumped into Agent Little Chief, spilling champagne all over him.
"Oh dear! I’m terribly sorry!" Lin Feng exclaimed apologetically while pulling out a handkerchief to wipe off Agent Little Chief’s clothes as he apologized in flawless Japanese.
Agent Little Chief was about to explode in anger but then noticed Lin Feng’s attire and distinguished demeanor; he suppressed his irritation instead. "Who are you?" he asked suspiciously.
Lin Feng smiled slightly and calmly produced his forged identity document: "I am newly assigned here for intelligence liaison work; I have long admired your reputation—it is truly an honor to meet you."
Agent Little Chief took the document and scrutinized it before relaxing slightly: "So you’re one of us; just be careful moving forward."
Lin Feng nodded vigorously in agreement while secretly celebrating that his first step had succeeded smoothly. From then on, leveraging his exceptional intellect and social skills, he gradually established himself within Wang Wei’s inner workings—embarking on a long and arduous journey of infiltration toward gathering vital intelligence while silently accumulating strength for that dawn’s light ahead.
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