During the ancestor worship ceremony in Hong Kong City, Wenren Jilan was kicked by his brother and knelt on the green bricks of the ancestral hall, with the incense burner smashed on his forehead. Amidst the laughter in the whole hall, no one saw the secret message slipping from his sleeve - the grain road adjustment order from Dongying Town Fusi in three days. As the second son of a concubine, he has long been accustomed to hiding his sword in humiliation. During the day, he knelt down to beg shop owners not to withdraw their shares, but at night, he drove a modified black iron keel truck to smuggle salt and iron into the guerrilla camp. The "disaster relief food" purchased by the enemy's purchasing officer at a high price was actually moldy old rice mixed with stone powder; all the drive shafts of the armored patrol ship that the Zhenfu Division was proud of broke overnight. Songdao Yuan, the youngest female team leader of Japan's Special High School, slapped the blood-stained document on his desk: "Young Master Wenren, do you think I dare to kill you now?" Wenren Jilan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pressed the remote control on his waist with a smile. Hundreds of miles underground in the harbor city, hundreds of chariots fired their engines at the same time - "Guess, do I dare to send the entire city under your feet to genius?"
