Golden finger, martial arts, espionage, resistance against Japan,
Shanghai in 1941. The air reeks of decay and danger.
Chen Mo stands before a newspaper stall, holding the Shen Bao he has just bought. His gaze slips over the edge of the paper, discreetly surveying the people passing by.
A nineteen-year-old body, a thirty-two-year-old soul.
Three days ago, he was an ordinary office worker in the twenty-first century, working overtime until three in the morning. He dozed off at his desk, and when he opened his eyes again, he had become this young man lying in a filthy gutter.
The original owner’s memories surged into his mind like a rising tide, hurting so badly he nearly passed out again.
Once he pieced together those fragmented memories, he felt utterly doomed.
A Juntong agent.
Codename: Rat.
Only one person at the entire Shanghai station knew about him: his handler, a mysterious figure who had never once shown his face.
He was a pin hidden in the dark, with no file, no records. Even within Juntong, no one knew he existed.
It sounded pretty cool.
But in reality?
Poor.
Filthy damn poor.
The original owner rented a cramped attic on the edge of the French Concession for five silver dollars a month. He searched his pockets and found just two small gold bars, a dozen or so silver dollars, and a few crumpled French…
