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On a winter day in Shanghai, the damp and cold air pierced through clothing like needles, invading the very marrow of one's bones. Inside the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency building, dim lights flickered in the howling wind, as if trembling in fear of the undercurrents swirling around them.
In this den of danger, Lin Feng navigated each day as if walking on thin ice. With exceptional intelligence and a calm demeanor, he narrowly avoided perilous reefs time and again. However, fate's tumultuous waves were about to strike unexpectedly.
One day, Lin Feng was ordered to deliver an urgent document to the archives. As he stepped through the door, he was met with a fierce argument echoing from within. His heart tightened; he considered slipping away quietly to avoid getting embroiled in the conflict. But before he could move, the arguing parties—Agent A and Agent B—burst out, blocking his way at the entrance.
"Just in time!" Agent A exclaimed, seizing Lin Feng by the collar as if grasping a lifeline. "You need to settle this! This guy has been using his connections to steal my work! I discovered this operation's intel first, yet he wants to take all the credit!"
Agent B stepped forward, his face flushed with anger. "You're full of it! That intel was hard-earned by me; you just want to reap the benefits!"
Lin Feng silently cursed his luck. He was caught between two furious agents, and one wrong move could ignite a firestorm. Quickly regaining his composure, he allowed a hint of panic and helplessness to show in his eyes as he forcefully broke free from Agent A's grip. Straightening his collar, he smiled and said, "Gentlemen, let's calm down. We're all brothers here; surely we can discuss this rationally. There might be some misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Agent A scoffed. "You need to give me an explanation today; otherwise, no one leaves!" As he spoke, his hand instinctively moved toward the gun at his waist, and the hostility in his eyes seemed to freeze the air around them.
Lin Feng's mind raced as he glanced at a document lying on the table—an unfiled report detailing recent material allocations by Japanese officers. An idea sparked in his mind. He raised his voice deliberately: "Brothers, what good does it do for us to argue over this? What matters most to our superiors is who can truly serve the Imperial Army. I've heard there's an important shipment coming from the Japanese officers soon. Whoever can get a head start here will surely rise through the ranks!" He subtly pushed the document toward them.
Agent A and Agent B's gazes were instantly drawn to the report; their anger was quickly overshadowed by greed as they exchanged glances filled with desire. Almost simultaneously, they reached for the document while shouting, "I saw it first! It's mine!" In their scramble for possession, they completely forgot about Lin Feng and became entangled in a scuffle.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng slipped away just as he heard a cold voice call out from behind him: "Stop!" His heart sank as he slowly turned around to face Agent—a cunning individual known for his deceptive charm within the agency—who regarded him with a smirk that was anything but friendly.
"Lin Feng," Agent said leisurely as he approached, his eyes scanning Lin Feng like a hawk assessing its prey. "You're in quite a hurry to leave today? That little performance of yours was impressive—managing to divert those two fools' attention so easily. I'm curious how someone like you has such influence."
Lin Feng felt a jolt of alarm but maintained a facade of cheerfulness. "Brother, what are you talking about? I just thought their argument was getting out of hand and wanted to help resolve it. You know how crucial it is for us to present a united front right now; we can't let internal strife jeopardize our efforts for the Imperial Army."
Agent narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly dissatisfied with Lin Feng's response. "Hmm, I hope that's true. But my eyes don't deceive me; you better stay on your toes. If I find out you have any ulterior motives, don't blame me for being harsh." With that, he patted Lin Feng on the shoulder—a seemingly light gesture that felt like a heavy weight pressing down on him.
Lin Feng understood that from this moment on, he had drawn Agent's suspicion entirely upon himself. The days ahead would undoubtedly be fraught with danger. He returned to his office without revealing any signs of distress while rapidly devising countermeasures in his mind.
Days later, Lin Feng noticed that whenever he went out on missions, shadows seemed to follow him—clearly agents sent by Agent to monitor him. Each attempt to relay information was thwarted, and his connections with the organization fell into stagnation. To make matters worse, Agent appeared to be gathering dirt on him behind the scenes, seeking flaws in his past experiences and daily behavior that could bring him down.
During an internal meeting at Wang Wei Intelligence Agency, Agent deliberately introduced a topic regarding Underground Party activities while fixing his gaze like a snake on Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, you frequently handle various documents; you must have insights on this matter? What do you think will be their next move?"
Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine; he knew this was a deliberate test from Agent. One misstep could expose him completely. After some thought and considering recent actions by Japanese officers along with snippets he'd overheard from other agents, he cautiously replied: "Brother, I believe Underground Party has suffered significant losses recently and will likely lie low for a while until they see an opportunity arise. However, we cannot afford to be complacent; they are cunning after all. I've heard there have been suspicious individuals appearing in the southern part of town—shouldn't we focus our investigations there?" He intentionally steered the conversation toward southern territory—Agent A's domain—in hopes of igniting another round of internal conflict that would divert attention away from himself.
After hearing this, Agent's lips curled slightly upward while a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes: "Hmm, I hope you're right."
After the meeting concluded, Lin Feng realized that his situation had become increasingly precarious; however, he showed no signs of retreating. He understood that now more than ever required calmness and cleverness in dealing with challenges—using internal discord among enemies to create further chaos would be essential for finding an escape route amidst this perilous landscape while continuing to remain undercover for the organization until victory's dawn pierced through heavy clouds of despair.
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