The Warlord in Troubled Times Got Everything by Lying.

March, the thirteenth year of the Republic of China. On the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, a southbound black train is speeding along the fields. The wheels ran over the rails, clanking, clanging, making the glass in the box tremble. When Shen Yu woke up, there was a gun on his forehead. Could it be? Finished, scatter flowers. The first system allowed me to cheat, and the second system also allowed me to cheat. "Young Master Shen."