In other words, Germany is the supreme emperor of the French Concession. With such a great Buddha, the Japanese would never dare to seize the French Concession again.

The news spread widely. Citizens first believed and half-doubted, then gradually recognized it, but finally felt relieved.

It is already July, and the weather on the beach is getting hotter and hotter.

The ceiling fan of the deputy general manager's office was spinning, making a squeaking sound.

"Haozi, ask the people from the General Affairs Office to come and repair the ceiling fan in the afternoon." Cheng Qianfan said angrily.

"Yes, Brother Fan." Li Hao agreed, "Brother Fan, Squad Leader Peter is here."

As he said that, when Pete entered, Li Hao closed the door and went out.

"The concession is safe," said Pitt.

Cheng Qianfan looked at Pete and waited for him to continue talking.

"The telegram from Marseille, the heroic Marshal established a government in Vichy, and the pseudo-regime has decided to become a servant of the Germans," said Pitt.

"You are so ugly." Cheng Qianfan frowned and said, "Beware of being heard by the gentlemen of the Ministry of Industry."

"Why, they dare to do it, and you can't let anyone say it?" Peter snorted coldly, "You China have Wang Baihai who leads his sword to make a quick move, and we France also have the heroic Marshal Betton. We are really destined to be together."

"Please don't be disrespectful to Mr. Wang in front of me." Cheng Qianfan's face suddenly turned gloomy. He said with a serious expression, "Peter, I follow Mr. Wang's route of saving the country. I am sure that only Mr. Wang can save China. Although you are a Westerner, some things cannot restrain you, please uphold the most basic politeness and respect to Mr. Wang."

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