I have known since I was a child that the Wen family's smuggling fleet can travel sideways along the southeast coast not by guns but by rules. The four do not kill: do not kill women and children, do not kill doctors, do not kill messengers, and do not kill intermediaries. But the Japanese don't care about this. That rainy night, Masao Ikeda and the swordsmen of the Mei Agency broke into the Wen family ancestral hall and forced my eldest brother Wen Yanshu to hand over the smuggling route map of Fujian and Zhejiang. The eldest brother refused and was beheaded in public. The father hit a pillar and died. My mother and sister-in-law were taken aboard a troop ship and their whereabouts are still unknown. I hid in a secret room in the bilge of the smuggling boat, listening to the noise of Japanese above my head, and cracked a tooth. Then I discovered - I could become anyone. One look at the Japanese officer's gait and I was him three minutes later. After listening to the accent of Wang Puppet Customs Commissioner, I can use his voice to give orders to my subordinates. This is an ancestral talent of the Wen family, and I have never mentioned it to anyone. Now, I'm going to use it to unite all the people on this coastline who can kill the Japanese. Use the smuggling fleet as its bones, its disguised identity as its skin, and its soul as its soul - build a base floating on the sea. But Masao Ikeda is no fool, he smells me. What's even scarier is that every time I step away from the disguise, I'll look in the mirror and ask: Are you Wen Yanqiu, or the person you play? Three days. I only have three days to find myself, or the rift will betray everything.
