Crossing Mountains and Seas in Troubled Times

In 1925, Shanghai was in turmoil. Mei Changqing coughed blood and pushed open the screen window: "Dock, it's time to change the owner." Chen Tiesheng spun around and kicked three machetes into pieces. Blood dripped down his leggings and landed in front of the embroiderer's spinning wheel. Xu Mingcheng pointed his gun at his sworn brother: "Mr. Lu gave me too much." When Bai Yutang's bullet penetrated the second-in-command's eyebrow, Mei Changqing chuckled in the dark: "Now, it's my turn to close the net." The moonlight of the Huangpu River was soaked in blood. He fell into his lover's arms, and his fingertips touched the telegraph machine hidden under her cheongsam. When Chen Tiesheng carried his luggage, the embroiderer buried the blood-stained spindle under the mulberry tree in Jiaxing.