Comrade Wang Ya-qiao, a veteran revolutionary who headed the Intelligence Bureau of the Chinese Federation for thirty years before retiring with honor and living to the ripe age of ninety-nine, would always get excited whenever he recalled the circumstances of his first meeting with Wang Zhenyu, until his heart condition acted up.

  "That day was December 15, 1913. We had been working at Beijing Station for only a few days after being assigned by the Party Affairs Investigation Department of the National Socialist Party when I suddenly received an order from 'Wolong' (referring to Wang Zhenyu) to go see him. This was my first time seeing Wolong and it was the greatest fortune of my life, Wang Ya Qiao's lifetime, to be able to meet this era's greatest man and serve him." - Excerpt from "My Father Wang Ya Qiao" by Wang Ji Zhe (Wang Ya Qiao's son), published by Lian He Chu Ban She in 1976.

  However, at that time, Wang Yaqiao didn't have much admiration for Wang Zhenyu. The way he entered the Wang family was very simple. When Wang Longzhong entered Beijing, he rented a small shop and opened a grain store. Wang Yaqiao, who was tall and strong with an Anhui accent, naturally became the partner responsible for delivering grains, rice, oil, and salt to the Wang Zhenyu's house. The quantities were not large, but this partner would occasionally be very enthusiastic about sending them in and out of the door. When he left, the steward of the Wang family (Wang Chenhao) would also generously give him a few tips. As a result, the undercover agent responsible for monitoring the entrance of the Wang family from the Beijing Law Enforcement Agency naturally wouldn't pay attention to this small role.

  "I, Wang Ya-qiao, head of the Party Affairs Investigation Department's Beijing station, have met with Generalissimo." Wang Ya-qiao took a deep breath and greeted Wang Zhen-yu who was standing outside the study door. This was also the reason why he chose to live in Gan Mian Hutong in the first place - there were no high-rise buildings around this siheyuan that could overlook the entire courtyard, and the surrounding siheyuans had actually been quietly purchased by Wang Zhen-yu through his agents.

  "You are indeed Comrade Wang Ya-qiao, your reputation is well-deserved. Zhou Lan's eye for people is still very accurate. In the future, work hard in the National Socialist Party, China will need more good men like you." Although he was a few years younger than Wang Ya-qiao, Wang Zhenyu's identity had given him great encouragement and recognition, which was a huge boost to Wang Ya-qiao's morale.

  Wang Zhenyu pulled Wang Yaqiao into the house, gesturing for him to sit down, and then briefly asked about his background and family situation. In fact, all of this information was already available in his records. Wang Zhenyu had only summoned him because he had seen Wang Yaqiao's great name, which would later be revered as the "King of Assassins". Now, Wang Zhenyu asked again about Wang Yaqiao's situation, but his goal was simply to build a rapport between them. Soon, he would get to the point: "Jiuguang, I've arranged for you to come today because there are matters that need to be attended to."

  Wang Zhenyu said, personally brewing a cup of tea and handing it to Wang Yaqiao. This courtesy made Wang Yaqiao feel honored and surprised, hastily getting up to receive the tea.

  "Under the leadership of our party, the whole of Xiangxi and Guangxi are vigorously carrying out revolutionary construction. As the leader of the party, if I were to idle about in Beijing, eating and drinking without a care, it would be unforgivable to my comrades and the party's goals. You have also learned that building a prosperous and strong China is a goal that requires everyone's joint efforts. Therefore, we comrades in Beijing must also think of ways to contribute to the revolutionary cause."

  Wang Ya-qiao immediately put down his teacup and stood up, saying: "Your subordinate understands, everything depends on the general's orders."

  "Now it's the end of the second year of the Republic, and soon the Republic will enter its third year. But look at the current situation compared to the Qing dynasty - is there even half a change? The common people are still struggling to make ends meet. I heard that in Henan, the White Wolf Uprising or White Lang Uprising has started again, anyway it's causing big trouble. As for the Beiyang government, they have internal and external troubles, Old Yuan's hair is all gone (Yuan Shikai seems to be balding early!). They can't come up with any solutions. The Tongmenghui you used to participate in has also split into two factions: one faction follows Sun Wen to play at being the president for life, which is just a dictatorship; another faction, like my benefactor Huang Keqiang, cannot see the direction of the revolution and has completely given up."

  Wang Yazhuo nodded incessantly, he also wanted to know what great idea this general of his own family had.

  Wang Zhenyu walked a few steps and sat down again, then picked up the iron poker to adjust the stove in front of him, adding more charcoal to make the fire burn brighter. The coldness of Beijing's winter is no joke, every year there are piles of people who freeze to death, and rickshaw drivers have to pull several carts a day.

  "And our Communist Party of China must continue to hold high the great banner of the Chinese Revolution. We must see clearly the essence of the Chinese Revolution, and resolutely strike down and eliminate those groups who attempt to utilize the government and the army to maintain their privileges. Before that, we must first develop and expand our own strength, and secondly, determine our methods and means of work. For example, in the steps towards achieving a rich and powerful country and national reunification, we should start with easier tasks before moving on to more difficult ones, and in this process of struggle, develop and expand ourselves."

  Wang Zhenyu put down the iron rake and looked at Wang Yaqiao seriously: "Comrade Wang Yaqiao, this is where we need comrades like you to carry out some special tasks."

  Wang Ya-qiao hastily nodded and said: "No matter what kind of arduous task the general orders, I will do my best to resolutely complete it."

  Wang Zhenyu nodded in satisfaction: "Although the Qing dynasty has fallen, its remnants still exist. With the support of powerful countries like Japan, these remnants still fantasize about restoring the Qing dynasty. Of course, if it were just up to those greedy and timid royal ministers, the Qing would never be restored. But this group of people who got rich by exploiting the people's wealth in the former Qing have a lot of money - not just any amount, but an enormous amount. For example, when Prince Qing entered the Tianjin concession, he brought with him assets worth 100 million taels. Other royal ministers may not have as much, but they are all incredibly wealthy. Now, the Japanese are manipulating these Qing royals to try and restore the Qing under false pretenses, constantly swindling money out of them to create chaos and destroy our great nation's unity. Can we allow this plot by little Japan to succeed? Can we watch as the wealth that belongs to all citizens is squandered?"

  After all, Wang Yaqiao was still a young man in his early twenties. This young man, who was only two years older than Wang Zhenyu, belonged to the category of "angry youth" by later standards. As a result, Wang Zhenyu was stirred up and jumped up with excitement: "Absolutely not allowed".

  Wang Zhenyu walked up to Wang Ya Qiao and patted his shoulder with force, saying: "Our nation, our party, our country's socialist cause not only needs excellent politicians and military leaders, but also countless most outstanding and loyal soldiers to defend it. Comrade Wang Ya Qiao, are you willing to be the greatest, most loyal and bravest warrior of this nation?"

  "I'm willing," Wang Ya-qiao answered without hesitation. At this moment, if you told him to go die, he would resolutely execute it without any discount. According to Wang Ya-qiao's recollection, at this moment, the famous Wang Ya-qiao in history chose his own path in life.

  Wang Zhenyu wanted this effect. He motioned to Wang Yaqiao to sit down, and even the boiling hot blood needed calm thinking to exert its greatest effect.

  "Comrade Jiuguang, I now hope you can adjust your work direction and content. I, Wang Zhenyu, am now in Beijing, just a small role that doesn't deserve so many people to take pains to protect." Wang Zhenyu muttered to himself, "Even if you take pains to protect, is it useful? In fact, as long as Old Yuan makes up his mind to deal with me, even if he brings over a regular army unit and takes away the security personnel protecting me, what's the use of having more?"

  "Your work should focus on retrieving the wealth that belongs to all nationals from the greedy, stupid and selfish Manchu royal ministers at all costs and by any means, while making every effort to thwart the various plots of Japan and other powerful nations against China."

  "Of course," Wang Zhenyu paused for a moment: "In the process of struggle, we must also use our brains to be flexible and changeable in the best way and means to fight wits and courage with these restorationists and imperialist elements, and to the greatest extent possible, preserve the construction of our country's socialist cause."

  Wang Yazhuo heard this and was somewhat perplexed: "General, your meaning is..."

  Wang Zhenyu smiled slightly and said, "Since it's such a big deal as counter-revolution, we don't need to explicitly tell others who we are. We might as well use the name of another political party, like Mr. Sun Yat-sen's Nationalist Party. Aren't they getting funding from the Black Dragon Society in Japan? Let's just help them with some free propaganda."

  Wang Ya Qiao's eyes lit up instantly, shouting "good" repeatedly. Wang Zhenyu, on the other hand, was cursing in his heart: "Damn it, I've given you another point! If it weren't for my precarious situation, this good thing would have been given to you for nothing." As time went by, Wang Zhenyu had already considered himself a part of this great era. These historical figures were no longer the great men he needed to look up to, but rather enemies competing with him for food. In his own words, "In all of China, there are only two kinds of people: my people and enemy people."

  Wang Zhenyu then said to Wang Yaxiao: "From now on, you are no longer the director of the Party Affairs Investigation Department Beijing Station. Your new identity is the president of the Iron Blood Salvation Association. I will allocate a sum of money and core personnel for you to recruit and expand the organization's strength; 20% of the recovered stolen funds will be left for your own construction needs. I hope that in the entire Beijing-Tianjin region, this organization will become an existence that everyone knows, everyone is familiar with, and no one dares to provoke. Comrade Wang Yaxiao, can you do it?"

  Wang Ya-qiao sprang up from his chair once again and saluted: "Guaranteed completion of the task"