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

Song Beiyou followed the sound and saw a refined middle-aged man in a plain long robe with a three-strand beard emerge from the platform on the opposite building. He smiled and unfolded a paper fan, giving Song Beiyou a smile.

Song Beiyou returned the smile and bowed respectfully. The owner of that voice was the very person who had agreed to let him place the bet on him.

The middle-aged man looked towards the betting platform, his voice low but firm, "Old Wang, calculate how much this young man has won tonight."

The bespectacled old man agreed, his abacus clicked rapidly, and he replied loudly, "Reporting to Master Lou, after deducting the commission, the total is 1130 silver dollars."

The middle-aged man, known as Master Lou, closed his paper fan, nodded, and said, "Alright, give him the money."

Song Beiyou knew that this person was no ordinary individual. Since the other party had expressed goodwill, he naturally accepted it, cupping his hands in thanks and saying, "Thank you, Master Lou."

Lou Ye's eyes shone brightly, captivating all who saw them. He stroked his beard and smiled, "This is what you deserve. The boxing ring has always been fair." With that, he turned and went back into the VIP room.

"Second...Second Master, we didn't press Ayou just now, we pressed Sergei..." "Potato Head" Adong said cautiously.

"Damn it! Do I need you to tell me? I don't know?" Zhang Feilong turned his head, his gaze cold, which made A Dong shrink back in fear.

"I can't see any external injuries on this foreigner. Could it be that this little bastard has mastered internal strength...?" Thinking of this, Zhang Feilong felt a chill run down his spine. He frowned and said, "This doesn't make any sense. With skills like this, you could make money anywhere."

After a moment's hesitation, he stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray. "Let that rich kid test your mettle..." He walked to the door and slapped Ah Dong on the head: "You fucking open the door!"

He went to another private room and knocked on the door.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. Chang Shao kicked the coffee table in front of him, knocking it to the ground. The others remained silent, trembling with fear.

Zhang Feilong chuckled and said, "Is Young Master Chang angry? Young Master Chang wouldn't be upset about such a small loss."

"I spent a fortune to promote this big dog, and it just fell apart like that?" He slowly glanced at Zhang Feilong. "He's your man, what do you have to say about that?"

"Young Master Chang saw it too. There's nothing I can do if young people are disobedient. Besides, he's not one of my men."

"Not one of yours?"

"A little rascal from Yaoshui Village owes me a debt. I saw that he was quite skilled, so I had him come and fight."

Chang Shao's gaze shifted to the audience, settling on the figure in the white shirt. His tone was calm, yet every word was chilling: "A big dog that costs several hundred dollars a month to raise was killed by such a light punch. Making him a new dog is perfectly reasonable, isn't it?"

……

Song Beiyou walked to the front desk, took the suit from Ah Zhong and put it on, then put on the watch on his wrist. He glanced at the time and saw that it was already 10:20.

Ah Zhong glanced cautiously upstairs and whispered a reminder: "Ah You, you've offended Second Master tonight, be careful."

Song Beiyou patted his arm: "I understand." A cold glint flashed in his eyes. With three consecutive wins tonight, Zhang Feilong could easily win five hundred dollars if he placed a bet. If he didn't cause trouble, he could live a little longer; if he did, it would be a death sentence.

Upon arriving at the betting platform, Old Man Wang had already prepared the silver coins—a large black cloth bag filled to the brim with shiny silver coins.

"Congratulations, Mr. You! You've had a great time tonight."

Keeping his promise, Song Beiyou counted out ten silver dollars, placed them in front of the old man, and smiled, saying, "Thank you for your kind gesture, Elder Wang, which has allowed me to make money. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

Old Wang beamed with joy. This was a month's salary for him! He quickly tucked it into his pocket, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Master You is righteous and a man of his word. I've seen countless people with my eyes; Master You is no ordinary man."

Song Beiyou laughed heartily, his gaze sweeping across the stands. He exchanged a glance with Shen Daguan and Chen Kuan, then immediately picked up his money bag and turned to leave. The thousand-plus silver dollars, weighing thirty or forty pounds, felt heavy and reassuring in his hands.

The old man called out from behind, "Brother You, are you still coming to the boxing championship later?"

Song Beiyou waved his hand: "I'll come when I have time." If there's nothing to delay, he'll naturally come. His inheritance awakening level is 70%, so he can continue to make money.

Stepping out of the warehouse, a gust of cold wind instantly dispelled the sweltering heat on his body. He walked to a shady corner, waiting for Shen Daguan and the other two to come out so they could go back together.

With a thought, the Inheritance Mask was removed, revealing a rusty notification before his eyes: [Initial Inheritance Awakening Level: 70%]

A quarter of an hour later, three people came out of the door. Chen Kuan and Shen Daguan were full of excitement, while Manager Chen was calm.

Song Beiyou immediately noticed several pairs of suspicious eyes following them. He frowned, his eyes flashing as he searched, but the eyes had already disappeared. He thought to himself: In this world, it's best not to expose your wealth, otherwise, if you can't protect it, you'll just be easy prey for others.

He stepped forward, smiling, and asked, "How was it?"

Shen Daguan and Chen Kuan exchanged a glance, then simultaneously shook the money pouches in their hands. Chen Kuan narrowed his small eyes and said, "Thanks to Master You's kindness, we've had a good haul tonight. We'll discuss the exact amount when we get back."

Song Beiyou looked at Manager Chen: "Uncle Chen, what about you?"

"It's alright," Manager Chen raised his eyelids slightly. "Anyway, it's enough for a year's worth of wine."

"Okay, let's go back then. It's already December, we can have a lively New Year celebration."

The group chatted and laughed as they found bicycles. With two bicycles and four people, they immediately lit lanterns, hung them on the handlebars, and headed back under the cover of night.

Song Beiyou glanced back casually and saw no one else spying. They probably saw him and dared not act recklessly. In this chaotic world, one must make a name for oneself and spread one's reputation before others will fear you.

After walking for a while, just as they were about to turn into a narrow dirt road, two car headlights suddenly appeared ahead, shining bright beams of light directly at them, instantly turning their vision into a white blur.

Song Beiyou's heart tightened. He kicked over Shen Daguan's car and shouted, "Hide it!"

At the same time, he leaped out of the car, going full speed ahead, his feet alternately pushing off and jumping, almost like a white ape soaring through the air. In just a few breaths, he had covered twenty meters and rushed to the front of the car.

He lowered his gaze and saw a middle-aged man in a long black robe standing at the front of the car, his sleeves rolled up with white cuffs, revealing a pair of lean hands. The rear door opened, and a dark figure smoking sat down.

Song Beiyou always liked to take the initiative, and this action in the dead of night could hardly be well-intentioned. Without hesitation, as soon as he landed, he bent his knees and sprang forward, heading straight for the middle-aged man at the front of the car.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Fists flashed.

Song Beiyou was startled. In an instant, he threw four punches in quick succession, but the middle-aged man did not move his feet or sway his body, catching them all with just his right hand. This kind of hand skill was something Song Beiyou had never seen before.

In the blink of an eye, Song Beiyou used the force of the recoil to reach back with his right arm and press down on the front of the car. His body flew through the air, and with a powerful kick, he struck the middle-aged man in the chest.

With a flash of wind, Song Beiyou pulled his leg back as if electrocuted. Ignoring the numbness in his legs, he pushed off the front of the car with his left foot, twisted his waist and turned around, and kicked the middle-aged man's head with his right leg.

The middle-aged man raised his arm to parry, and his fist struck the right knee of the man's flying kick.

The force of the punch cut through the wind, leaving no room for error. Song Beiyou bent his knee to one side, his knee meeting the blow. This move was one he had learned from Zhang Feilong.

*Swoosh!* His knee was struck by the force of his opponent's punch. He spun around, using a somersault to deflect the blow, and landed a few steps away, sending dirt flying. Song Beiyou glanced down and saw his trouser leg rip open at the knee, a sharp, piercing pain shooting through him.

Clap clap clap! Applause erupted from the back seat. "Excellent! Uncle Zhou, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and patted his sleeves: "Young man, you're a bit impatient, but you're quick to react. You're a promising talent."

As Song Beiyou circulated his qi and blood, the excruciating pain in his knees gradually subsided. His eyes, sharp as cold stars, glared at the car and asked coldly, "We're complete strangers. Why are you suddenly blocking the way with your lights on in the dead of night? What's your purpose? Speak plainly."