Silent Thunder

Autumn of the 25th year of the Republic of China, Nanjing. I am Shen Fang, the third son of the Shen family who in the eyes of outsiders only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. My father and brother put me into the oil and water department of the Ministry of Finance. The military commander and the central commander scrambled to woo me, and the Japanese frequently showed their goodwill. They don't know that every night when I send a secret message to Yan'an, there is a sarcastic curve in the corner of my mouth. Until that rainy night, I executed the traitor with my own hands, and blood splattered on my suit. Dai Li patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's a good thing that young people are passionate." I wiped away the blood with a smile, sneering in my heart - they could never guess who I would target next.