I transmigrated to Shanghai in 1939 and became the lowest-ranking file clerk in the Military Statistics Bureau. No matter, I came equipped with the “Gold Ingot” intelligence System: one glance tells me who's a mole, and one touch lets me restore every deleted or altered record. When I uncover the station chief's embezzlement through an expense claim and piece together a shocking conspiracy from old files, the powerful figures still have no idea that the insect they look down on is about to turn the entire game upside down with his information advantage.
