Being Too Outstanding Isn't Good Either

Shanghai at night was a world of glittering excess, but beneath that decadence lurked deadly danger. Vagrants and little beggars fought to the death over sleeping spots and food—their yearning to survive. Thugs drew knives and plunged into bloody brawls over scraps of profit, their flying blood carrying the ambitions of small fry dreaming of the grand stage. Traitors who had sold out their country strutted out of dance halls and casinos with loud laughter, women in their arms, only to be shot in the head by someone hurrying toward them—the disappointment reserved for collaborators. Fearless warriors of the covert front carefully passed intelligence through the darkness, hope to shatter the night shining in their bright, resolute eyes.

Of course, nighttime also never lacked the pleasures of a soft, comfortable bed—the greatest of human desires.

Once the battle was over and the battlefield had been tidied up, Wang Manchun, her pretty face flushed crimson, leaned contentedly against Wang Yan's chest with hazy eyes, allowing his large hand to roam over her body. "I thought you were going to abstain today. I didn't expect you to be so fierce again..."

There was satisfied sweetness in her words, as well as the faintest trace of displeasure.

Wang Yan understood her dissatisfaction. Just as he had told Yu Manli the previous night, once they had left Paramount Hall and spent the night at Wang Residence, the Japanese had begun investigating Manli. It was not that they were deliberately surveilling Wang Yan. At his level, even the slightest thing spread far and wide. The people of Shanghai loved hearing about the messy affairs of important figures. Since Wang Yan had first made his name, aside from bringing women home when he was young, he had never brought another woman home after getting involved with