The vault door was slowly pushed open, and Mu Yang didn't wait for it to be fully opened before walking out. He then ordered the soldiers, "Lock the door well." Then he said to Nakamura Masao, "Let's go. By the way, I have a few things to tell you."

  Nakamura Masao didn't even have a chance to look back, and was called away by Muyang. Behind him, the safe's door slammed shut with a "clang".

  "I'm going outside to seek help, but our resistance war cannot end here. Mr. Nakamura, I'll leave this place to you. I think it won't take long, probably just two months' time, and I will be back. By then, it will be the time for us to counterattack."

  Nakamura Masao opened his big eyes and said: "Prime Minister, are you leaving?"

  "No, I will never leave you, but our current form is very bad, relying only on ourselves, it's hard to hold out until the end. I want to seek help from the international community, calling on America to stop its aggressive behavior. I want to find new allies and persuade them to help Japan get through this difficult time."

  "Does Japan still have allies now?" Nakamura Masao said incredulously.

  "Nakamura, you should know that the world is changing. England, France and the Soviet Union used to be allies, but now they might turn around and attack America. So I'm going to go persuade them. I'll leave tonight, taking advantage of the darkness to avoid American aerial reconnaissance, and head to China first, then transfer to the Soviet Union. I plan to talk to Stalin first."

  "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you've really gone to great lengths. For the sake of the empire's future, you're willing to risk your own life. I hear that Stalin is ruthless and kills without batting an eye."

  "This is not what you need to worry about, take care of the family, lead the army well, continue to fight with the Americans to the end, mobilize the whole nation. Nakamura, I have faith in you. After this incident is over, I will step down and you will be the Prime Minister. Now is your chance to train. Alright, I'm leaving."

  Mei Yang walked away with a swagger. At night, a Junkers Ju-52 transport plane rushed out of the runway and headed straight towards China.

  "Prime Minister, the plane has arrived above the suburbs of Shanghai, China. Are you ready to parachute here?" A Japanese army air force major walked into the cabin and reported to Mo Yanghui.

  Muyang looked out of the airplane window, and outside was still pitch black. It was now dawn, but also the darkest moment.

  "Can you tell what's down there?" Muyang's first parachute jump didn't quite go as planned.

  "According to the aviation chart, it should be Shanghai's southern suburbs below, and the ground should be vast farmland. However, it's too dark now, and I really can't see the situation below." The lieutenant colonel finished speaking and lowered his head, feeling that he had failed in his duty as a bodyguard to ensure the Prime Minister's safety.

  "Alright, put on the raincoat for me." Mu Yang made up his mind.

  The cabin door was opened, and the wind rushed in violently, blowing Mu Yang's hair into a mess and making his eyes hard to open. He quickly put on his goggles and then turned to face the major officer, saying: "Go back and tell Mr. Nakamura that I will definitely persuade other countries to help us stop America's aggression, but he must hold on, even if Japan is left with only one person, he must hold on. I will support him in fighting to the end."

  Muyang finished speaking, and without hesitation, he jumped down, disappearing in an instant. The lieutenant colonel shouted with tears streaming down his face: "Long live the Empire! Long live Your Excellency the Prime Minister!"

  The plane circled around in place for a while before heading back to Japan.

  Muyang had been training for this moment for several days. After jumping out of the cabin, he immediately opened his parachute and floated gently down to the ground. Fortunately, what that soldier said was true - it was indeed a vast expanse of farmland. Muyang's first parachute landing went smoothly. However, he landed directly in a paddy field, covering himself from head to toe in mud.

  Forget it, as long as I land safely, anyway this set of clothes is useless now. Muyang climbed up the dirt road on the edge of the farmland and directly crossed back to his own home, took off all his clothes, changed from Kojirou's appearance back to his own, and walked straight into the bathroom to give himself a cold shower.

  Clean and refreshed, he changed into a pair of white trousers and a white shirt, and Mu Yang once again crossed back to the outskirts of Shanghai. At this time, it was still very dark, so Mu Yang didn't hurry to leave, instead taking out some mosquito coils and lighting them, then pulling out a folding stool to sit on and wait for dawn.

  Slowly, the horizon revealed a pale white, and Mu Yang quietly watched as the light gradually became brighter. A gentle breeze blew by, and the birds woke up, chirping twice on a distant branch.

  It's a good day, so let's go on the road. Mu Yang brought his own mountain bike and rode towards the Shanghai city center.

  At this time, China has fully surrendered to Japan, Shanghai has also returned to its former tranquility. As for whether it can be restored to the prosperity of the Golden Ten Years, it can only be hoped for. However, people have finally lived a peaceful life, which is most important for the Chinese people now.

  After entering the city, Muyang put away his mountain bike and went to a breakfast shop. He had three baskets of shrimp dumplings and a bowl of black rice eight-treasure porridge. Muyang felt extremely comfortable after eating. Japanese food is ultimately not as delicious as hometown food.

  There were many customers in the breakfast shop, and many old neighbors chatted while eating. The topics of conversation were diverse, ranging from family matters to national affairs, and even someone mentioned the current war between Japan and the United States. Although he had some difficulty understanding the Shanghainese dialect, Mu Yang didn't feel it was noisy, but rather felt a sense of intimacy, which was the feeling of being home.

  Seeing people living a peaceful and stable life now, Muyang only feels warmth in his heart. Wasn't all the hard work he did in Japan just for this?

  Suddenly, he had a YY thought in his heart, wondering if what he was doing counted as 'having accomplished great things and then retreated from the world, hiding one's merits and fame'. As he thought about this, Mou Yang's face involuntarily revealed a few hints of a smile.

  Stop a car, "French Concession District Shaanxi Road." Muyang ordered after getting in.

  The rickshaw pulled Mu Yang all the way, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves of the plane trees on both sides of Shaoxing Road, revealing mottled shadows on the asphalt road.

  Looking at the familiar yet strange iron gate, Muyang suddenly felt a sense of homesickness.

  Muyang took a suitcase from the space and held it in his hand, pressing the doorbell.

  "Ah, sir, you're back!" The gate opened and Xiaoying's head popped out. Seeing Mu Yang, she exclaimed with surprise. She quickly opened the gate, ran out to take the suitcase from Mu Yang's hand, and said, "You've finally come back, sir! You've been gone for almost a year!"

  "Yes, it's almost been a year. Xiaoying has also grown into a big girl now. How is everyone at home?" Murong Yang asked as he walked.

  "It's going well, madam is fine, we're all doing well." Xiaoying replied happily.

  As I walked into the courtyard, Wu Ma also came out of the living room. Seeing that it was Mu Yang, she happily went forward to greet him, saying: "Sir, you're back!" Then she loudly shouted inside, "Madam, madam, sir is back."