Dealing With It

After breakfast, the Shanghai Bund came alive—or rather, the International Settlement and the French Concession did. This place had developed in relative peace for decades and was the heart of the Shanghai Bund. It was far better and more vibrant than the Japanese-occupied districts on the outskirts. After all, the Japanese were scum. Whether it was the broadcasts from Chongqing or Yan'an, every day they spoke of the countless blood debts.

Besides, Shanghai was not far from Nanjing, and only half a year had passed since that massacre. So the common people living in the Japanese-occupied districts had no liveliness or bustle to speak of. They were all afraid.

But Japan had controlled Shanghai for some time now. As various rules were rewritten and puppet governments were propped up, the Japanese-occupied districts gradually stabilized as well. To some extent, the puppet government had even replaced the Japanese as the target of people's hatred, while the Japanese began pretending to be the good guys...

A black Ford sedan crawled through the congested morning streets. Qi Si patiently refrained from honking, simply inching along at an unhurried pace. There was nothing urgent to do, so there was no need to rush.

He glanced back at his boss in the rear seat, whose gaze rested on the scenery outside the window. A faint smile remained on Wang Yan's face, giving nothing away. Qi Si asked uncertainly, "Brother Yan, back at Come Again, were those people planning to make a move on you?"

Wang Yan smiled and continued looking outside. "How could you tell?"

"When we arrived, the way they looked at us was off. Later, I paid attention and noticed several of them had guns on them. Then there was that bespectacled man eating by the window. When he looked up at you,