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Qiu Xiaochi has been dealt with, as have the invading Abyss forces, but Haitang still needs to save her younger brother.

So after fulfilling the bet, she hurriedly headed north, leaving Tan Wenjie with only a dashing silhouette.

"Scumbag woman!"

At the pier, Tan Wenjie and Lyon waited for a taxi.

"Brother Jie, don't worry, I will take care of Miss Haitang for you."

Are you Ah Xing or Leon?

"My leg is injured, of course it's Ah Xing!" Ah Xing pointed to his injured leg and said, "I'll wait for your triumphant return here. By the way, how much did you make this time?"

"Several billion?"

"Where's the money?" Ah Xing, limping, circled around Tan Wenjie. "Was it directly deposited into your account?"

He reached into Tan Wenjie's pocket, but Tan Wenjie slapped his hand away.

"We are law-abiding citizens, how can we gamble!" Tan Wenjie righteously admonished. "Ill-gotten gains must never be touched."

Ah Xing looked disdainful.

I'd never believe you!
"Ah Jie, Ah Xing, the car's here!" Leon waved from in front of the taxi.

"I won't go," Tan Wenjie shook his head.

"Are you going back?" Leon asked.

Ah Xing also thought of a possibility and turned his gaze to Tan Wenjie—this meant that Tan Wenjie was going to return to the 20s, and from then on, there would be more than eighty years between them.

Even if he could travel through time and space at will, for Ah Xing, it would be equivalent to being separated from the world forever.

"Brother Jie, do you want to go back to 1916?"

"Yes, I have so many wives, I won't feel at ease if I don't go back to see them."

"Ah Jie, I'm so glad to have worked with you this time. If next time..." Leon frantically yanked his hands away from Tan Wenjie's hand covering his mouth, panting heavily as he said, "Ah Jie, why are you covering my mouth!"

"I'm worried you'll say something weird again."

"Okay, in short, let's cooperate again when the opportunity arises."

"must."

Tan Wenjie's figure gradually faded and slowly disappeared.

"Brother Jie's exit was as cool as ever," Ah Xing remarked. Suddenly, he remembered something and shouted to the sky, "By the way, Brother Jie, I have a friend named Dajun who seems to have also traveled to 1916. Remember to take good care of him for me!"

call out--

A beam of light shot into the sky and eventually disappeared completely.

……

A zombie world set in the Republic of China era.

Three days after Tan Wenjie left, a special guest took the initiative to visit the Tan family's small villa in Shanghai.

"Who are you?" The matriarch, Caiyi, sat in the main seat, and it was Bai Min'er who spoke.

Because Zhang Dadan, an old friend of Tan Wenjie, was among the people who came, she remained polite.

“This is Miss Yoshiko Kawashima from the Japanese Concession,” Zhang Dadan introduced. “She said a friend of hers disappeared at the Tan residence, so she came to inquire about it.”

"your friend?"

“That’s right.” Yoshiko Kawashima nodded and said, “My friend A-Qian seems to have fallen in love with someone in your household. I believe the ladies have heard about our ideals. We want to build the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere and actively promote relations between the two countries. We also strongly support cross-cultural marriages. But she has her own family after all. Since her family contacted us, we had no choice but to come to your household to look for her.”

"Ah Qian?" Bai Min'er frowned.

Of course they knew Ah Qian.

Ah Xing was once deeply involved with a woman named Ah Qian, and she later went with him to eighty years in the future, but there are some things they can't explain.

“Qian isn’t here with us; she went with Xing.”

"Please don't hurt my friend." Yoshiko Kawashima stood up and said with a smile, "I often hear from some friends outside that Mr. Tan Wenjie's martial arts skills are very powerful, and he is also a very famous sorcerer. It just so happens that our country also respects Shinto culture. I really hope that we can exchange ideas as friends."

"Are you threatening us?" A flash of anger appeared in Caiyi's eyes, and the fire pattern between her brows was faintly visible.

"This is not a threat, it's a friendly discussion. Is Mr. Tan not here?"

“My husband has gone out on some business and won’t be back for a while.”

“Then I will visit again in a while,” Yoshiko Kawashima said. “I believe Mr. Zhang will also help you understand the stakes involved.”

With a calm smile on her face, she turned and left.

Zhang Dadan, who remained behind, looked grim: "This crazy Japanese woman is threatening you, but these Japanese devils are cunning. From today onwards, they will definitely keep an eye on this little villa. If you can contact Boss Tan, you should tell him not to come back."

Caiyi asked, "What will happen if we don't hand over that Ah Qian?"

“There are some Japanese soldiers in the concession, and some police officers have been bribed.” Zhang Dadan shook his head and sighed. “Even if bloodshed really happens, no one will… sigh.”

"So how can we end this?"

“Kawashima Yoshiko is like a venomous snake. If she sets her sights on you, you’re bound to get bitten. Whether you have A-Qian or not, you can’t escape her unless…” Zhang Dadan said, “unless you can kill the entire concession, including Kawashima Yoshiko.”

He smirked, a hint of ruthlessness in his voice as he spoke, though he knew he was just joking.

Even though Tan Wenjie now holds a very high position in the supernatural world and is said to have killed several thousand-year-old zombies, it doesn't mean he can eliminate a country's garrison forces.

After all, its reserve force is inexhaustible.

A mage can capture zombies, but he can't possibly defeat an army.

Caiyi nodded thoughtfully.

That night, a graceful figure riding a flying sword soared into the sky.

Beneath the full moon, the beautiful figure flicked her wrist, and the sword tip condensed in the sky into a giant sword, which crashed to the ground with a "boom" as she pressed down with her palm.

The target of the attack was the concession area.

With a single blow, she killed her enemy, completely disregarding the two or three kittens that had miraculously survived, before turning and leaping away.

……

The Tan family carriage swayed and left Shanghai.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a pair of curious, beautiful eyes looked outside: "So many soldiers! Another war is about to break out."

The carriage curtain slowly fell, and the eyes returned to the carriage. The owner of the eyes stared at the man reclining in front: "Master, did you have a good time this time?" "What, are you curious about 80 years from now?" Tan Wenjie opened his eyes slightly and looked at Shen Yu.

"Yes, airplanes, telephones, elevators, aren't they the same as what we have now?"

"There's a big difference. Back then, ordinary people could afford to sit in one."

"Huh?" Shen Yu pouted. "Then that's no fun."

As the last empress, how could she possibly be willing to ride the same modes of transportation as ordinary commoners? When Western gadgets became widespread, her first thought was that this mode of transportation was too cheap and unworthy of her status.

"But I brought you some specialties from that era."

"What local specialty?" Shen Yu immediately sat up straight.

“This.” Tan Wenjie casually picked up a pistol and handed it to Shen Yu. “Pistols from that era have low recoil, high accuracy, long range, and don’t jam. To better match your temperament, the gun is pink.”

Shen Yu: "..."

"Just kidding, the real gift is this." Tan Wenjie casually handed Shen Yu a carton of milk. "I got it from a mental health expert. It will make you stronger after you drink it."

"Isn't this just milk?" Shen Yu took a sip with some skepticism, then exclaimed in surprise, "But the taste is so unique! And my eyes feel itchy."

"Itchy eyes may indicate that you are becoming nearsighted. Quickly look into the distance to relieve eye strain."

"Oh." Shen Yu lifted the carriage curtain to look outside, then she exclaimed "Ah!" and covered her mouth.

"What's wrong?" Tan Wenjie asked.

Shen Yu hurriedly said, "I think I saw something very wrong... I saw a man who actually grabbed a handcart and lifted it into the air!"

Tan Wenjie was puzzled: "That shouldn't be the case. You don't see dirt when you drink milk, but you do when you wipe cow tears."

He got up and looked outside, and saw a disheveled man controlling a small cart that was suspended in the air. The cart slowly moved to the front of the convoy, and then crashed to the ground with a "thud," blocking the way.

The man clasped his hands in a fist and shouted, "Sir in the carriage, I have some special abilities. Could you please find me some food?"

The people in the caravan were used to seeing extraordinary people, especially their wives, who were all skilled at flying and disappearing into the air. So when faced with such a bizarre scene, they were quite calm.

Some people had already drawn their guns, preparing to forcibly drive them away.

Suddenly, a voice came from deep within the convoy: "What's your name?"

"A large army."

"You're Dajun?"

Dajun, a master of special abilities, is a typical "villain" who has sparred with Axing several times in terms of special abilities, and was eventually defeated by Axing.

But he was unwilling to give up. After making ample preparations, he went to find Ah Xing again, hoping to get rid of him. However, unexpectedly, Da Jun and Ah Xing traveled through time and space together and arrived in Shanghai decades ago.

Dajun thought he could easily gain a foothold in Shanghai with his skills, but he didn't expect that there was no shortage of capable people in this era. Some time ago, he found a warlord, showed his abilities, and prepared to serve him. Who knew that the warlord suddenly had five sons, each with unparalleled abilities.

Superpowers are utterly insignificant compared to those five freaks.

But he does have some ability, so his treatment wasn't too bad.

Before the army could enjoy their life of luxury for even a few more days, the Marshal's Mansion was destroyed by a mysterious force, and the five freaks also disappeared completely.

Without a powerful backer, the army decided to seek another way out.

That very night, Dajun was suddenly startled by an old man imitating the croaking of a toad. The terrifying aura emanating from the man made Dajun too afraid to move.

Immediately afterwards, a giant golden hand slammed down, destroying an entire street. The army, unable to dodge in time, had their pants torn by the gale.

Even the mighty army dared not breathe heavily during a battle, and he only left immediately after the battle ended.

Later, the army heard that there was still fighting in that place.

However, he was not exactly at his wit's end, because the Japanese still extended an olive branch. Dajun hesitated between continuing to live a life of privilege and upholding his bottom line for the sake of national and personal vendettas. Soon, someone helped him make the decision.

A woman riding on a sword beam flew to the Japanese concession and cleaved Yoshiko Kawashima in two with a single sword strike.

Now that the army was stranded, after discovering that others were talking about a convoy with a flag bearing the surname "Tan," they became interested and paid close attention. They then learned that the other party was wealthy and powerful, and even had many talented people under his command.

His opportunity had come again, so Dajun took the initiative to showcase himself, hoping to gain the other party's appreciation.

But to my surprise, the old man in the car seemed to recognize me.

The carriage curtain was completely lifted, revealing a face. Da Jun's heart skipped a beat when he saw that face.

This person seems to be the mysterious expert who destroyed the Marshal's Mansion!
The curtain of another carriage was lifted, and the head that peeked out made Dajun's legs go weak. Wasn't that the ruthless woman who had overturned a street with her golden Buddha's palm?

"Master, what's wrong?" Finally, the curtain of another carriage was lifted, and the beautiful woman who peeked out made Dajun's eyes go black.

That night, flying through the sky, she cleaved Kawashima Yoshiko in two with a single sword strike, and destroyed the mysterious "fairy" of the Japanese concession—wasn't that her?

I never expected they were family. I was really showing off my skills in front of Guan Yu.

“Oh, Ah Xing said he has a friend who accidentally stayed here and wants me to help take care of him.” Tan Wenjie looked at Dajun. “He said that person’s name is Dajun.”

"Ah Xing?" Da Jun's eyes widened. "Where is he?"

She sought out Ah Xing because she wanted revenge, but she never expected that they would both travel through time after an accident.

"He's already back in 1996. What, do you want to go back too?"

“No.” Dajun shook his head. “I want to stay here, Master Tan. I want to work for you.”

Dajun understood perfectly well that even if he went back to 1996, under the constraints of the law, he could at most make some money and live a life of extravagance and debauchery.

But things are different in this era, especially with the Tan family members before us.

Outsiders can only see their handsome appearances, but only Dajun knows that they are like mountains, enough to dominate the entire era, especially Tan Wenjie, who is like a dark cloud, boundless and limitless.

Following him might allow me to advance further.

Tan Wenjie asked, "What can you do?"

"My special abilities include creating illusions, telekinesis, and card manipulation, which are extremely useful in gambling," Dajun introduced himself with great familiarity.

He was quite confident in this regard, as his special abilities were almost always victorious, except for his unexpected defeat to the gambling saint Ah Xing.

"This is such a waste of talent!" Tan Wenjie said, exasperated. "Such a useful ability should be used to build a better future, how can it be used for something as boring as gambling? Here's what we'll do: you'll be stationed at the casino from now on, let's see who dares to cheat!"

Dajun: "..."

This classic case of left and right brain conflict made him sigh, "No wonder they can become rich; they can be so shameless."

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Tan."

I finally have a job! (End of Chapter)