During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

"It's electricity! You're getting an electric shock! Don't go any closer!" The two police officers who were lagging behind finally realized what was happening and hurriedly retreated.

The prisoners were all dumbfounded, having witnessed a horrifying spectacle of people being electrocuted alive. Remembering Song Beiyou's sinister words about "difficult nights," they felt a chill run down their spines and unconsciously shrank back into the corner, distancing themselves from this menacing figure.

It wasn't until someone outside turned off the power that the remaining two police officers, along with the others, hurriedly carried their two colleagues, who had been given an "electrostatic bath," out of the room.

It was pitch black all around, and the cell was deathly silent.

*Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…* Song Beiyou was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back. If he kept going, he suspected he would even chew up the wooden bed. He had tried removing the "White Ape Eight Arms," ​​but the intense hunger persisted.

He sat up abruptly and asked, "Luo Axiong, who among you has hidden any food? Bring it all out."

As soon as he spoke, everyone jumped to their feet. With so much happening tonight, who could possibly sleep? Luo Axiong shouted, "Quick! Hand over all your hidden goods! I know exactly what you've got; who dares refuse to hand them over!"

A sensible prisoner pulled out a candle and a box of matches from somewhere, and with a "sizzle," the dim yellow light illuminated half of the cell.

The prisoners pulled out small paper packets and oilcloth packets from the nooks and crannies.

Song Beiyou was so hungry that his stomach felt like it was going to crawl out of his throat. As long as the smell wasn't too overpowering, he would stuff it directly into his mouth. It was all hard, dry food and extremely salty pickled food, and he almost choked to death.

He wolfed down his food, finishing every last grain, but it only slightly relieved his discomfort. Song Beiyou breathed a sigh of relief and patted Luo Axiong on the broad shoulder: "Thanks."

"Big Brother is destined for great things. Although I'm just a nobody in the underworld, I admire him greatly."

"What? You think capturing a foreign woman is some big deal?"

"Heh heh, in my eyes, daring to deal with foreigners is a real skill!" He lowered his voice again, "Foreign horses... are they really that wide-legged? Damn it, I'm going to find one and see for myself when I get out of here!"

"Brother Xiong, remember to tell the brothers after you see this!" The oppressive atmosphere in the cell eased a little, and a low laugh rang out.

Song Beiyou's lips twitched, and he habitually reached into his pocket, but his movement froze instantly. There, in his pocket, was a crumpled piece of cardboard the size of a date pit.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he surveyed the crowd. In the dim candlelight, the group of bruised and battered men either avoided his gaze or cowered in submission, none daring to meet his eyes.

Song Beiyou picked up the candle, walked to a corner, and unfolded the crumpled paper. It contained only a few words: "With all forces focused on you, do not act rashly. I will surely rescue you from prison within three days."

Song Beiyou clenched the crumpled paper tightly, a chill creeping down his spine. Who put it there? When? Chen Zhengwei? Shi Feng? The police officers escorting him? Or these prisoners? Countless faces flashed through his mind.

These words were not malicious; rather, they were a reminder, and he was promised to be rescued within three days.

He unfolded the paper again and examined it carefully, checking it repeatedly. Finding no other hidden marks or information, he immediately held the paper ball up to the candle flame and burned it to ashes.

Suddenly, the image of that graceful figure holding a warm yellow paper umbrella, standing elegantly atop a ginkgo tree flashed into my mind... Could it be her?

……

The next day, the sky was overcast. Early in the morning, electricians and police officers came to inspect the wiring. After some fuss, they found only some sawdust and debris in the corner, concluded it was an "accident," and then left.

The dim light of daylight filtered through the heavy shackles, leaving the prison shrouded in darkness.

Song Beiyou's expression was solemn. He tried several times to break the handcuffs and shackles on his body, but with his current strength, he still couldn't. It seemed that he could only use his lifespan to upgrade the mask.

With a thought, he sent out the Book of Impermanence, its vermilion annotation: [Lifespan: Twenty-eight years]

Turning to the second page, focusing his thoughts on the "White Ape Eight-Armed" mask, a prompt appeared:

[Should I infuse ten years of my lifespan to upgrade the mask's rank?]

In an instant, a beam of ethereal light poured from the Book of Impermanence into the "White Ape Eight Arms" mask. The blue light on it condensed into purple energy with each breath, and the mask's grade was upgraded.

Song Beiyou immediately put on the "White Ape Eight Arms: Masterpiece" and immediately felt his blood and energy surge.

He raised his head like an ape, took a deep breath, and his muscles and bones twitched slightly, with heat rising rapidly.

Suddenly, he stretched out his long arms, let out a low shout, and his shoulders and back tensed up like a fully drawn bow. A series of powerful winds exploded in the confined space, and with a loud "bang," the iron chain on his wrist snapped!

With his arms now free, Song Beiyou shouted and sprinted forward, his legs moving in a staggered motion!

Crack! Snap! The metal chains on his feet snapped!

A collective gasp filled the cell. A steel chain as thick as a finger had snapped at the hands of sheer brute force!

"Big Brother is awesome!" Luo Axiong slammed his fist on the bed, and the others cheered. "Big Brother, will you take on apprentices after you go out? Or even henchmen?"

Song Beiyou exhaled a breath of stale air, his body drenched in sweat, and laughed heartily, "Let's talk about it outside."

The light in the sky changes.

"Song Beiyou!" Someone suddenly called his name outside the prison.

Song Beiyou looked in the direction of the voice and saw Shi Feng, who was wearing a white shirt and overalls underneath a trench coat. He glanced at the holster under Shi Feng's arm, seemingly casually, and asked, "Detective Shi, what brings you here?"

"Come out!" Shi Feng gestured to the police officers beside him to open the cell door.

Song Beiyou jumped off the bed, his heart filled with surprise and doubt, but he said calmly, "Detective Shi wants to personally take action and use torture to extract a confession?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come out." Shi Feng said with a gloomy face.

Song Beiyou paused for a few breaths, his eyes like deep pools, before stepping out.

"Remove his handcuffs and shackles."

The police officer opened the door, pulled out his key, and stared in disbelief. His hands and feet were completely broken from their chains. "You! You! You!"

"How dare you! Trying to escape!" Shi Feng sprang up, leaping forward and throwing a punch straight at the face!

Song Beiyou dodged to the side, reaching out to strike the opponent's fist, only to find it light and weak, immediately realizing it was a feint. He then smoothly bent his elbow and thrust downwards—perfectly blocking Shi Feng's hidden lower body knee strike!

When Shi Feng missed his first move, he immediately slid back, kicked off the iron railing next to him with his left foot, used the force to jump into the air, twisted his waist and spun around, and kicked out with his right leg like a steel whip, aiming straight for Song Beiyou's chest and abdomen!

With eyes and strength at the same time, Song Beiyou's five fingers, like iron hooks, reached out and grabbed, precisely clamping down on the kicking ankle. He pushed upwards along the muscle lines, while at the same time, his left fist suddenly slammed into the sole of the foot!

Shi Feng was jolted and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Clang! A burly figure rushed in from outside the door like a whirlwind, turning his arm and using his strength to catch the flying stone peak.

The moment Shi Feng landed, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his right foot, which was numb and weak, making him unable to stand steadily. His handsome face instantly contorted, and his eyes blazed with fury: "You bastard, you're playing dumb! I'll shoot you dead!" He reached for his gun as he spoke.

"Stop fooling around." A large hand firmly pressed him down. "If he hadn't held back, your leg would be ruined."

Chen Zhengwei supported Shi Feng, his eyes burning as he looked at Song Beiyou: "I didn't expect even I misjudged you. You're a hidden talent."

Song Beiyou smiled faintly, "You specifically called me out just for this?"

Chen Zhengwei shook his head and smiled: "No, that's not it. You can go now."

"Really?" Song Beiyou asked, both surprised and delighted. "Could it be that Dr. Scarlett Evanson has been found?"

Chen Zhengwei raised his eyelids slightly: "This matter has already been handed over to higher-ups, and I have no authority to inquire about it anymore." He paused, "A big shot wants to bail you out, so our police station has no choice but to release you."

"Who is this important person? Detective Chen should know that I am just an orphan from the walled city. How would I know any important people?"

"I don't know. How could I possibly be qualified to meet such a big shot? They went straight to the chief inspector."

Song Beiyou nodded, shaking the iron object in his hand: "Thank you very much. Please untie it." He didn't have a bad impression of Chen Zhengwei and secretly guessed that he might be the one who left the note.

A shout came from inside the cell: "Big Brother! You must come to the Lido Ballroom sometime! Your humble servant will be waiting for you!"

Song Beiyou waved his hand casually after the court session to indicate that he understood. After passing through three heavy iron gates, he finally emerged from the police station.

The sky was overcast, gloomy and oppressive. But Song Beiyou's mood was exceptionally bright—he was no longer paralyzed in a wheelchair, no longer had to escape from prison and live on the run, and now he had all these skills. How could he not be happy!

Ding-dong, ding-dong... A tram with a green bottom and a white top slowly passes by.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

"This annoying winter rain."

Two conspicuous figures emerged from the police station. One of them, a foreigner in a police uniform with gleaming epaulets, personally escorted a young man out.