After the period of another tea’s steeping, they arrived at the military gentleman’s residence. The military gentleman’s surname was Lu; people called him Master Lu, though it wasn’t known, in the end, which group he was from; it was said that a commanding officer surnamed Sun was at the head.The office managed had to be neither large nor small, and they didn’t dare to engage in tyrannical abuse; taking people to go disrupt a public venue, in the end, was just the sort of thing to end up being blown up into something impressive by tabloid papers, and not out of much care for Yunyun. The residence bordered the French Concession, and it had been gifted by the Green Gang [1] when newly arriving in Shanghai, an exceedingly old party, which, in the dead of night, caused people to be in terror; the military gentleman commanded for all the lamps to be lit, and invited Li Shiyi in; after imbibing half a pot of tea, he once more led her to take a tour of the courtyard. Li Shiyi made up a talk ...

The scene of drawn swords and bent bows was like firewood that had been pulled from the furnace, the hissing sound causing the joyous racket from just then to be suppressed. Li Shiyi raised her eyes to look at this military gentleman, with a beard in the shape of the character eight and squinting eyes, slender and lean; when he spoke, he couldn’t cover the mouthful of slightly yellowed, large incisors, and the neat, military overcoat that he wore in the great heat was faintly extended by a beer belly, the brim of his military hat orderly and facing forward. Although his voice was loud, his person was a bit shorter than Li Shiyi, and at that moment, raising her head to size him up, she unexpectedly let her eyelids fall once more, making an effort to express a disdain beneath contempt with posture and a look askance. When the gun barrel pressed against Li Shiyi, Wu Qian took a few steps forward, and reached into the inside of his suit, drawing out a short pistol; separated by two or thre...