In Shanghai in 1943, neon was wrapped in gunpowder smoke, there was a secret war under the cheongsam, and the Morse code was hidden in every gesture.
During the day, the economist goes deep into the undercurrent at night. The employees of the Black Dragon Society hide poison in their sleeves, but they are strangers to each other even though they are under the same roof. Here, the hands that drink tea may have just been stained with blood, and the masters of the drugstore may not only save lives, but also risk death.
Every step is a cliff, every sentence has a hook. Some people go deep into the spy agency, while others fight against the little devils in the drug store - they risk their lives just to wait for a red stream to crash into this isolated island.
