In a Chaotic Era, the Warlord Keeps Lying Until He Has Everything

March, 1924.

On the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, a black train races south alongside the fields.

The wheels clatter over the tracks, shaking the glasses in the compartment.

When Shen Yu wakes, a gun is pressed to his forehead.

What, is this the end? The story’s over, cue the confetti. I fooled the first System, and I fooled the second one too.

“Second Young Master Shen.”