C246 Using the East to Attack the West and the East to Attack Him

Navigating through the shadowy years, I've felt adrift. In those moments when I hung my head, a haunting melody echoed on.

The room's atmosphere was stifling, almost suffocating. Lee Wenlong clamped the cigar between his lips, attempting to exude a semblance of sophistication. Yet his disposition, ill-suited for such a frigid and rigid role, rendered him somewhat odd