Under the neon lights of the Jinmen Concession, the handsome young marshal Huo Linchuan was playing with a Browning pistol. The barrel of the gun was pressed against the forehead of the president of the Oriental Chamber of Commerce: "This cup of tea is very hot to the mouth."
Deep in the dark alley, Shen Zhiyi was wrapped in a plain cotton robe. With a slight vibration on her thin wrist, three silver needles were inserted into the mute point of the stalker. She lowered her eyes and picked up the fallen oranges, as if she just bent down and dusted them.
When gunshots broke the peace in the theater, he pulled off his military uniform to reveal a blood-stained bandage, and she kicked off her cheongsam and tore out the hidden soft sword. Two people wearing masks bumped into each other's true reflections in the bloody dusk.
