The Dark Blade in Shanghai: Eight Hundred Spy Chapters Overwhelm the Mountains and Rivers

In the 31st year of the Republic of China, in the twelfth month of winter, Shanghai no longer had half of the warmth of the old city in the south of the Yangtze River. Ever since the Battle of Songhu came to an end and the whole territory of Shanghai fell, the entire Shili Foreign Market has been enveloped in a thick layer of haze. Japanese patrols with live ammunition can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys. The cold light of their bayonets reflects on the closed shop doors along the street. The puppet spies shuttle back and forth, interrogating passers-by at will. The wind is roaring, and the grass and trees are covered with soldiers. Every inch of the land in the occupied area is soaked in depression and fear. The people at the bottom are suffering every day under the double oppression of the Japanese invaders and traitors.