Becoming a saint begins with apprenticing under the last martial arts champion.

While Cui Zhen spoke with joy and excitement, she braced herself against the door frame with one hand, then kicked off her high heels, raised her instep, and rubbed her bare foot against Lu Changqing's calf.

"You little rascal, tell your sister what you talked about with Wang Laizi!"

Lu Changqing smiled and naturally took half a step back, causing her to show a coquettish and dissatisfied expression.

"I gave him a reason he couldn't refuse."

Cui Zhen listened to the words, blinked and pondered for a moment, then smiled and took a deep drag of her cigarette before exhaling. Her gaze towards Lu Changqing became even more appreciative, slightly hazy in the misty smoke.

"You've got some nerve, kid!"

"You have the strength!"

"I like it!"

As she spoke, she took out a warm, fragrant silver dollar from her bosom and placed it in Lu Changqing's hand.

"Here's the money you've been waiting for."

Lu Changqing didn't count, simply put it in his pocket, and thanked him.

Choi Jin-je then lowered her body, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin, and played around with him.

Lu Changqing changed the subject, asking, "Sister, what exactly is this Tiger Head Gang? Do you know any specific details?"

As Cui Zhen watched Lu Changqing gradually become stronger and his handsome appearance, devoid of any sickly air, she couldn't hide her sigh.

Men like young and beautiful women.

Women naturally love young and handsome men.

Unfortunately, no matter how proactive she was, even offering herself up, this guy wouldn't let her have a decent meal.

With a sigh, she stopped her antics, smoked a cigarette, and thoughtfully replied, "It's a small gang made up of a few martial arts practitioners."

"There weren't many of them, but they were all extremely ruthless."

"I heard he still has a gun, but I've never seen him in the nightclub."

She paused for a moment, then said, "They probably don't have any guns; it's most likely just a publicity stunt..."

"But it's true that they're ruthless and vicious."

Lu Changqing keenly grasped the key point.

A martial arts expert!

Martial arts?

Seeing that Lu Changqing remained silent, Cui Zhen finished the last puff of her cigarette, then threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out. "What? Changqing, what do you want to do?"

Lu Changqing smiled and shook his head: "That's not what I meant."

"I'm just a little curious because I've heard you mention this gang before, Sister Zhen."

Cui Zhen replied, "Don't say that my sister is undermining our own people's morale."

"Wang Laizi's skill level is far inferior to those of the others."

"I won't ask where he went. But Changqing, you're a good boy, and you're educated. Go abroad and study hard, and you can do whatever you want in a foreigner's house."

"Even that's better than rotting in this poor, godforsaken place, in this muddy mess..."

She looked at Lu Changqing, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotion and reminiscence, "If you don't have enough money to go abroad, your sister still has some savings that can help you out."

A strange emotion flashed in Lu Changqing's eyes... It gave off a feeling of a sick mother betting on her father to go to school with her younger brother.

"If you feel bad about it, let me have a couple of good bites!"

Choi Jin's suggestive remark ruined that sense of familiarity.

Lu Changqing smiled and responded with a couple of words, then changed the subject to everyday conversation.

After a few words of conversation, Cui Zhen left.

...

After washing up, Lu Changqing lay on the bed, closing his eyes and lost in thought.

Tiger Head Gang, a small gang formed by a few skilled martial artists...

From this perspective, it indeed has nothing to do with his senior brother, with whom he had only a casual relationship.

Therefore, the Tiger Head Gang and Wang Laizi, who wanted his life, should both be related to his father's time when he ventured south to challenge other gangs and establish himself.

After all, his father's infamous "Shadowless Kick" had indeed offended many people, both in terms of reputation and social standing...

Now that Wang Laizi is dead, these people haven't reacted in the short term, but who knows what will happen later.

There's a high chance they'll still cause trouble!

Therefore, in addition to having strong personal skills, it is also very necessary to give yourself a decent name!

At least it will make those people think twice before they want to deal with me.

With this thought in mind, Lu Changqing decided to go find Wang Hao the next morning.

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The further west you go from the port city, the poorer it becomes.

Conversely, the further east one goes, the richer one becomes.

It is said that those foreigners all live on the mountain to the east, and each house occupies a kilometer. It takes more than ten minutes to run to the outhouse.

Wang Hao's home is located in the central part of the east-west region.

Similarly, it is closest to Qingshui Wharf, which is also one of the three major wharves, but mainly transports "tea" and "spice".

This is also an important reason why the Wang family was able to become one of the major families in Hong Kong.

Lu Changqing, dressed in a thin, faded Zhongshan suit, walked to the Wang family's door.

The gate was painted black, and a brass plaque with the words "Wang Residence" was nailed to the lintel.

The Wang family's compound was surrounded by high walls, covered with barbed wire and broken glass...

Through the gate, you can see the three-story Western-style building inside.

The red brick walls and black wrought iron balcony railings are simple in style.

On the top floor, there are bamboo poles hanging with clothes and sheets, which sway and flutter in the wind.

"Hey! Kid! What are you looking at?"

The security guard at the entrance, wearing a vest and hat with a holster at his waist, took two steps closer, placed his hand on his hip, and said to Lu Changqing in an annoyed tone, "Don't look around if you have nothing to do. Go, go, go!"

Lu Changqing didn't react to his attitude; he simply performed a martial arts-style fist and palm salute and said, "I am Lu Changqing. I've come to see Wang Hao. Please inform him."

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper's expression softened considerably. "Looking for the young master?"

After looking Lu Changqing up and down, she still didn't judge him based on his appearance.

Finally, he left with the words, "Wait here."

A moment later, Wang Hao, with slicked-back hair, wearing a white shirt and a tight black suit, jogged out from inside, his smile never fading.

But when Wang Hao saw Lu Changqing, his expression changed completely; his smile vanished, replaced by shock.

"Holy crap?"

"Wait... bro, how did you get so handsome?"

At this time, Lu Changqing, having practiced standing meditation for a long time and nourished himself with meat, eggs, milk, and herbs every day, was no longer the same as before.

With the most crucial "addition of points," his chronic illness, which had existed since childhood, disappeared completely.

Previously, his lips were purple, his eye sockets were dark, and his cheeks were sunken.

At this moment, his forehead was full, his eyes were bright and piercing, his lips were rosy, and his overall energy and spirit were much better!

This made his already handsome and rugged appearance even more masculine and dashing!

After his initial shock, Wang Hao walked up to Lu Changqing, looked him up and down, and his eyes were still filled with disbelief.

"What trendy pills did you take recently?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Changqing couldn't help but chuckle.

Since the opium trade and the invasion of foreigners, all sorts of pills have emerged in the port city.

"Smoking cessation pills," "power pills," "nine times a night pills"—they have everything...

He could understand Wang Hao's surprise.

After all, it had been almost a month since they last saw each other.

He's been practicing martial arts for so long, there must be changes.

"There are no magic pills or remedies."

"I've just been practicing martial arts lately. What, Xiao Hao, have you forgotten?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao's expression became even more shocked.

"Huh? Practicing martial arts?"

"You really mastered it?"