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

The next moment, everything returned to reality, and a tidal wave of shouts surged in, seemingly about to overturn the boxing ring.

"How could this be? Impossible! There must be something fishy going on!"

"How could he possibly defeat the Lord of the Black Prison!"

Song Beiyou ignored him, his piercing eyes fixed on the Black Prison Master below the stage, and asked calmly, "Still fighting?"

The glint in the Black Prison Lord's eyes slowly dimmed, his eyelids drooped again, and his head, wrapped in a black hood, hung down, letting the blood drip from his body, and he remained motionless.

Song Beiyou laughed heartily, retreated to the center of the boxing ring, and looked around at the spectators.

White gambling tickets flew around like snowflakes in the sky.

The officer climbed onto the boxing ring, his face flushed with excitement. He grabbed the man's right arm, lifted it sharply, and shouted into the loudspeaker at the top of his lungs, "Ah You! The new God of War! He defeated the Lord of the Black Prison and ended the legend! He is the new legend!"

Upstairs in a private room.

Zhang Feilong smashed his cigar, kicked the solid wood table and chairs to pieces, and gritted his teeth: "This is fucking weird! How could a little bastard who can barely afford to eat become a master of internal strength, and even a Tai Chi successor!"

"Damn it!" He stared at the tall, slender figure on the boxing ring, his eyes gleaming with malice and apprehension. "You dare to swindle money from me, Zhang Feilong? You're still too green. I don't care who you are, this score isn't settled!"

Hearing the sound of something breaking at the next table, Jade Fox laughed triumphantly. "Haha, beautiful! Sorry, I made a killing this time."

His senior uncle, Lian, sitting opposite him, gaped slightly, unable to hide his astonishment. "Hidden strength! I hadn't even noticed it!"

"Uncle-Master Lian, should I step in and talk to him, and try to bring him on board?"

Uncle Lian shook his head, "Given his personality, he won't agree to you joining. I'll go instead."

Li Yugang looked bewildered. Why was this Uncle Lian so concerned about this kid? He even seemed to know him quite well.

Chang Huaizhen's jaw muscles tensed, and he glanced sideways at Zhou Wanchuan, whose face was ashen. His tone was as cold as ice: "Uncle Zhou, you misjudged him again? How did this kid win?"

Zhou Wanchuan's face twitched violently, his brows furrowed into a deep line, and his voice was bitter: "Young Master, he fought me a few days ago when he was only at the Ming Jin realm, as you and I witnessed. If I had gone all out then, he wouldn't be alive tonight."

"But now, he's defeated the Black Prison Lord, whom even you couldn't withstand more than a few moves from." Chang Huaizhen's gaze darkened. "Tell me, was he faking it, or is he hiding something?"

Zhou Wanchuan's Adam's apple bobbed, unable to utter a single word. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Young Master, didn't you give him time to consider? We can recruit him then..."

On the arena, Song Beiyou suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. In the private rooms on the second floor, at least two groups were showing murderous intent and locking onto him from afar.

This feeling was fleeting; he was already surrounded by enthusiastic cheers from all around the stands.

"Ah-Yu, the boxing champion Ah-Yu!"

"The new Zhabei boxing champion!"

Song Beiyou clasped his hands in a fist salute to the four directions, then stepped off the boxing ring. Ah Zhong quickly came up to him and gave him a bear hug. Master You is mighty, especially his last move, which left me speechless!

Song Beiyou took the watch, put on his suit jacket, and smiled broadly. "How's it going? Did you make any money?"

Ah Zhong smiled sheepishly, "No, I don't dare to place a bet."

At this moment, the short and stocky man Chen Tiezha walked over, his eyes filled with admiration and his face with gratitude. He solemnly clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Ayou, thank you for showing mercy! If there's anything you need me to do in the future, just let me know."

Shen Sanlang, whose hand was in a sling, followed behind. "I, Shen Sanlang, am a man of principle. Once this hand has healed, whatever you ask me to do, I will do without hesitation."

Song Beiyou laughed and said, "We became friends after this fight. I'm at Yaoshui Village, come find me for a drink sometime."

……

"Ayou. I'll take you to see the old man in a few days."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the boxing ring is closed for the day. I wish you all a happy new year. We welcome you to come again on the second day of the second lunar month next year when the dragon raises its head."

The noise from the boxing ring still seems to echo in my ears.

Song Beiyou stepped out of the warehouse, the biting winter wind dispelling the restlessness and noise. He headed towards his bicycle, two thousand silver dollars in banknotes tucked in his pocket—one thousand for the bounty, and of course, the rest for his bets. He hadn't brought Chen Kuan and Shen Daguan with him this time; they were both ordinary people, and making too much money would only bring trouble. There would be plenty of opportunities to earn honest money in the future.

As he approached the car, he saw a petite figure shivering from the cold, her hands tightly wrapped around her collar. Seeing him approach, she complained in a low voice, "Why did you take so long to come out?"

Song Beiyou was slightly taken aback: "You won the boxing championship and were about to claim your reward, and you also chatted with Mr. Lou for a bit longer. What brings you here?"

Su Xiaowan's clear black and white eyes darted up and down: "The boxing champion, how impressive." She waved the holster in her hand, "That little house is cold and damp, I can't sleep alone."

Song Beiyou felt a warmth in his heart: "Thank you." He reached out and took it, quickly slipping it under both armpits.

"I just couldn't sleep, and I thought I'd bring you the gun." Su Xiaowan blinked her eyelashes. "I'm hungry, take me out for a late-night snack."

Song Beiyou unlocked the car, pushed it around, and patted the back seat: "Get in, I won some money today, I'll treat you to a big meal."

They lit a small kerosene lamp, hung it on the front of the vehicle, illuminating a radius of about half a meter, and the two of them rode off one after the other.

After walking for a while, they suddenly heard gunshots ahead.

Song Beiyou slammed on the brakes, and Su Xiaowan jumped out of the back seat, whispering, "Both sides have guns, including long guns."

Song Beiyou nodded: "I'll go take a look." Before he finished speaking, he crouched down and darted up the hill by the roadside. Standing on the high ground, he could see that half a mile away, car headlights were shining and intertwining, piercing the darkness of the wilderness. The two sides occasionally flashed their muzzle flashes, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

On one side were several green sidecar motorcycles, and on the other side was a stretched Parker. Song Beiyou recognized it at a glance as Chang Shao's car.

As the warm, fragrant scent drew near, Song Beiyou said, "You wait here, I'm going to join in the fun." As he spoke, he ran his fingers over the holsters on both sides of the gun. He had only practiced with the gun on the barren beach since he got it, and now it was time to put it to use.