He thought he was the only time traveler.
It wasn't until he went to Father Jin's Road to rape him that he found that the target had been shot in the head.
Bullet specifications, military regulations.
He followed the bullet holes to check, but found an old acquaintance on the bloody Shanghai beach.
In his previous life, the bottom-level salesman who toasted him every day at nightclubs and talked a lot about things was now wearing a well-dressed black woolen windbreaker and became the most unscrupulous wolf in the military.
"Beichuan. I thought you were one of our own."
"Fang Yan, don't talk to me about this. Your family runs a factory, and you are talking about faith. My family only has one-third of an acre of land, and I earn a special status as a spy."
Belief or profit?
Brothers, or mortal enemies?
"In Shanghai in 1940, whoever cares about feelings will die first."
