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

The young man was dressed in a smart white Zhongshan suit, with a neatly parted slicked-back hairstyle, and was handsome. He smiled and shook hands with the foreigner, and they said goodbye.

Beside a sleek black sedan parked by the roadside, a servant was already waiting to greet them with an umbrella.

The two silver stars and gold braid on the foreigner's epaulettes were those of the Inspector General. Could the "big shot" who saved me be the young man in white? Song Beiyou pondered for a moment, then stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "May I ask, was it this friend who helped me?"

The young man stopped, turned around, and glanced at him indifferently: "Who are you?"

"My name is Song Beiyou."

The young man nodded slightly and extended his right hand: "Hello."

Song Beiyou reached out and shook hands with him. "Hello, thank you."

The young man smiled and said, "The police won't bother you anymore, you can rest assured. I have other matters to attend to, please excuse me." With that, he and his attendant walked straight towards the black sedan.

"Take care, sir." Song Beiyou glanced at his filthy work clothes and turned around nonchalantly.

"Here, no need to return it." The words had barely left his lips when a dark figure shot out from behind. Song Beiyou reached out and caught it—a black, curved-handled parasol. Turning around, he saw the young man already inside the car.

Song Beiyou wasn't one to be sentimental. He quickly opened his parasol, his fingers lightly tapping the cool handle. Actually, he wanted to go back to the hospital to see how Scarlett was doing, but then he thought, it wasn't his place to worry about that.

Beep beep beep! Squeak—rip—!

The sound of horns blaring and brakes screeching.

Song Beiyou turned around abruptly and saw a military green pickup truck speeding towards the black sedan that had just started moving!

Shouts and screams filled the long street. Just as the car was about to be hit head-on, a white figure suddenly sprang out of the vehicle.

Instead of running away, they crashed straight into that mad beast of a truck!

Song Beiyou's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

In a flash, the white-clad youth, suspended in mid-air, moved with seemingly slow but actually swift palms, channeling invisible energy. The surrounding area visibly swayed under the force of his palm strikes! Then, he abruptly pressed forward—

Boom! The speeding Green Card suddenly stopped as if it had crashed into an invisible wall of steel, and then jolted backward! The tires screeched as they slid back four or five meters!

The front of the car was dented by the white-clad youth's palm strike from mid-air!

The entire street fell silent; everyone was so shocked by the scene that they were speechless.

Boom! A muffled thud suddenly came from the back of the car, and countless colorful balloons, ribbons, and sequins shot into the sky, instantly creating a shower of petals that filled the air.

"Haha! Second Brother! Surprised?" A figure lightly leaped from the carriage onto the hood, opened his arms, and laughed, "Second Brother, instead of going home first when you returned to Jiangzuo, you came to this police station. That's really inappropriate!"

The young man in white frowned and lightly dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes: "Third brother, you've gone a bit too far."

The entire street was deathly silent. The long street was a mess, and colorful balloons were fluttering in the air—was this a ceremony to welcome the brothers?

The young man on the roof, as if he had just broken a toy, didn't seem to care at all, and shouted with a laugh, "Gentlemen, young and old! I'll cover all the losses! Double compensation!"

The crowd seemed to be suddenly awakened, and they began to applaud and cheer: "Young Master is benevolent!" "Young Master is magnanimous!"

Song Beiyou clenched his fists around the umbrella, his heart filled with turmoil. Although the green truck could only carry a few tons of cargo at this moment, the white-clad youth's palm strike not only stopped its raging momentum but also managed to forcefully repel it. This strength and control were simply superhuman.

"You have a family and influence behind you, and I have a powerful father. Given time, I might not be inferior to anyone." His taut lips curved slightly into a smile.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. "A-You?"

Song Beiyou was startled—he had been distracted and someone had silently moved up behind him! He instinctively reached out to grab the other person's wrist and dislocate their arm, but upon hearing the familiar voice, he paused and turned around abruptly.

Standing behind him was a bald man with "four eyebrows." Upon seeing him, the two thick eyebrows on top bounced up and down with joy.

"Ah You, it really is you!" Shen Daguan looked at the police station door with some panic and asked in a low voice, "How did you get out?"

Song Beiyou understood what he meant and laughed, "Of course I walked out."

This guy is Shen Daguan, my childhood friend. We were always hungry and cold as children, but he grew up to be tall and strong.

"Ah!" Shen Daguan rubbed his hands together excitedly, "So, you're alright?"

"It's alright now," Song Beiyou smiled slightly.

"Great! Great!" Shen Daguan was so happy that he didn't know what to do with his hands, so he rubbed his smooth head repeatedly.

Song Beiyou reached out and punched his strong arm. Although he was the original owner's brother, Song Beiyou had been in this world for a year, and they had long since become sworn brothers.

In the dead of winter, this guy was only wearing a coarse cloth turban, and you could feel the chill in his arms even through the clothes. "A grown man like you, why are your eyes red like a little wife?" Song Beiyou said. "Come on, let's go back."

Shen Daguan grinned and said, "Just you wait!" He turned and ran into a nearby alley like a nimble monkey.

A moment later, Shen Daguan returned like a whirlwind, wearing a pair of tattered straw sandals. The handlebars on his hands were worn smooth and shiny, and the bicycle rattled behind him, its tattered tarpaulin canopy flapping wildly.

Upon reaching Song Beiyou, he abruptly slammed on the brakes, his face beaming with excitement, and said, "Get in! I'll take you home."

Song Beiyou smiled, put away the black curved-handle umbrella, stuck it on the car frame, spread his long legs, and got into the car. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master Guan."

The rickshaw turned north. Shen Daguan walked briskly, his bald head on his broad shoulders swaying from side to side with each step. The cool rain fell on him, condensing into tiny droplets.

This guy was only in his early twenties, with thick, dark eyebrows and a beard, and his appearance even bore a resemblance to the legendary playboy, Teacher Xu, whom Song Beiyou remembered. When Song Beiyou first arrived, he often called him by the wrong name.

Beep beep! Beep beep! A car sped past and stopped in front of a large dance hall. The neon sign of "Columbia" shimmered with dazzling light. On a huge poster at the entrance, a woman in a cheongsam looked alluring, proclaiming, "Popular singer Su Xiaowan will be singing 'Night Fragrance' and 'Rose, Rose, I Love You' tonight."

As if telepathically connected, Shen Daguan suddenly shook his head and began to sing in a theatrical style: "Seeing the beautiful face of the painted screen, the foolish boy in the alley longs for the red silk. When will I gain great wealth and honor, and laugh as I push aside grass on the battlefield. Clang, dong qiang qiang—"

"Master Guan is so excited to see his dream girl?" Song Beiyou chuckled, a knowing smile spreading across his face. This was a rare moment of relaxation for him.

Shen Daguan pulled the cart with one hand, scratching the back of his head.

Song Beiyou's gaze inadvertently swept over Shen Daguan's arm, his smile slowly fading as he asked gently, "Who inflicted these injuries on you?"