Fenghuo Nantian: Starting from Taking in a Younger Brother to Dominate the Guangdong Sea

**1. In the autumn of 1938, there was no peace in Lingnan** In the air of Taishan County, the salty sea breeze carries another smell - burnt, rust, and a faint smell of rot. Lin Chi stood in the courtyard of his old house, holding a cold teapot in his hand. The wall-climbing tiger on the blue brick wall was half yellowed, like a flag burned by the flames of war. He looked down at his hands. There were calluses on the palms, but the skin was still delicate. These were the hands of a twenty-four-year-old young man, not the hands full of scars that had been in the army for nearly ten years in his previous life. But he remembered. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.