The Storyteller Is a Spy

In 1938, Jiangcheng fell to the enemy. I am Chen Wangshu, a storyteller in public and a resistance fighter in secret.

The Japanese offer a reward of three thousand silver dollars for “Jingtangmu,” not knowing that the person they seek is right in front of them.

I can recreate a bombing with vocal mimicry and make Japanese soldiers break down on the spot;

I can steal a map in plain sight with a magic trick, and no one will see it happen;

I can use Taiji to sense an opponent's force and snap his neck with a folding fan.

My partner's code name is “Yunshou,” and my mortal enemy is Watanabe of the Special Higher Police.

No System, no rebirth, just making a living with my skills.

This mouth of mine is my gun.

In 1938, Jiangcheng fell to the enemy. I am Chen Wangshu, a storyteller in public and a resistance fighter in secret.

The Japanese offer a reward of three thousand silver dollars for “Jingtangmu,” not knowing that the person they seek is right in front of them.

I can recreate a bombing with vocal mimicry and make Japanese soldiers break down on the spot;

I can steal a map in plain sight with a magic trick, and no one will see it happen;

I can use Taiji to sense an opponent's force and snap his neck with a folding fan.

My partner's code name is “Yunshou,” and my mortal enemy is Watanabe of the Special Higher Police.

No System, no rebirth, just making a living with my skills.

This mouth of mine is my gun.