You Japanese Spy, I'll Never Let You Get Away!

“You’re saying Director Han is a spy? Baka! Director Han serves as head of all six bureaus, and the Emperor has given him more commendations than he’s given the general. If he’s a spy, does that make the Emperor his handler?! Why would he spy? For money? Half of Shanghai belongs to him. Does he need money? Or women? The most beautiful women you’ve ever seen don’t hold a candle to the beauties from every country whom Director Han wouldn’t even look at.”

Even while surrounded by darkness, my heart yearned for the light.

When I discovered that darkness was my best disguise, the dust of the world obscured everyone’s eyes. No one could see me.

As I wielded the butcher’s knife, I longed for peace.

I stood at the center of chaos, lost in a fog of confusion.

The enemy bared their fangs in the mist, and I broke their claws in the mist.

My blade is as hard as my money, and I have as much money as I have men.

From the ruins, I built order. From order, I found the vermin. From the vermin, I rescued soldiers. And among the soldiers, I rooted out spies.

In the interrogation room, the Japanese shouted, “You filthy spy! I won’t let you get away!” The people from Shancheng shouted, “You filthy spy! I won’t let you get away!”

At banquets, the Japanese sent commendations: “You are very, very loyal.” In coded telegrams, the people from Shancheng sent commendations: “Here are your papers promoting you to general.”

I was just trying to live a little better in this chaotic age, killing a few Japanese, burning down a few Japanese buildings, making some American dollars, and meeting a few foreign girls along the way.