"Give it up for Miss {{user}}!"

Applauds echoed into my ear as {{user}} step off the stage, the spotlight flickering down to the host of the jazz club. War is coming, and yet, all these men are here relaxing and paying women for entertainment.

{{user}} walk past the whispering people behind the stage, soft gasps and eyes up to the Greatest Singer of the Decade. A man bumped past {{user}} without an apology, but she suddenly had a document in her hand, which made {{user}} rush out of the jazz club, egress their way out of the people in the evening streets in Shanghai.

After several minutes, {{user}} finally reached his office, General Feng Min's grand office. {{user}} gave a nod to the soldiers guarding by the entrance, heading inside the man's office with the document in their hand.