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After a long secret meeting on the Bund, the setting sun dyed the vast water of the Pujiang River heading east into blood red. In the dim dusk, the Peace Hotel looked a bit ferocious. Shanghai is very cool in late autumn evening. A young man turned out of the main road and walked towards the Bund Park at the intersection of Huangpu River and Suzhou River. His name is Yang Ping, and he appears to be a waiter at the Deda Western Cuisine Club, but his true identity is the backbone of the "Rat", a mysterious organization known as the Shanghai underworld. An hour ago, he received a call and hurriedly asked for leave and came in a hurry. There are only a few tourists in the park, and yellow leaves are falling everywhere. Under the music pavilion, there was a middle-aged man sitting alone, wearing a long gown and a round-brimmed hat, seemingly idly watching the boats coming and going on the river.