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

night.

At the entrance of the tin warehouse, a lantern creaked and swayed. A biting wind rushed in from the surrounding gaps, chilling one to the bone.

Wu Gen wrapped the rough jacket, which he had made from a tattered burlap sack, tightly around himself, but the wind still blew in through the holes.

"Brother, I'm so cold." His younger brother, standing beside him, was chattering.

Wu Gen reached out and pulled him into his arms: "Just bear with it a little longer, we'll be on the ship soon."

The little head nestled in his arms, and he said in a tearful voice, "Brother, I miss Mom and Dad."

Wu Gen gazed at the dark intersection outside the iron gate: "Our parents will protect us."

Suddenly, five or six dark figures walked in through the door, all dressed in black with axes tucked into their waistbands. A burly man with a black gun at his waist shouted, "Everyone's ready! Once we board the ship, Lord Yang will give each of us a new set of clothes and ten silver dollars. We'll get another ten silver dollars when we arrive at our new location."

From the darkness of the warehouse, numerous shadowy figures immediately emerged and crowded towards the entrance.

Wu Gen quickly pulled his younger brother along, and luckily they squeezed to the front. Soon, he heard a huge splashing sound from the dock, followed by several frighteningly bright lights that illuminated almost the entire dock.

Wu Gen, holding his younger brother's hand, followed the burly man in black out of the warehouse. They saw a large ship moored in the river, its gray-black hull gleaming with a metallic sheen. It must be a foreigner's ironclad ship!

With that in mind, under the command of the burly man in black, he stood in several rows with the others.

The beams of white light illuminated the earthen platform in front of the ferry crossing, and a group of tall, dark figures disembarked from the boat.

"Mr. Smith," a young man in a suit greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, Situ. You're the one delivering the goods this time. How's Boss Zhang doing?"

Situ Le nodded and smiled, "Master Bao is very well. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Smith. The goods are all here, Mr. Smith, please check them."

"No need to order anymore, we're old friends. This is the last ship. If the fog gets any thicker, even a third-tier divine envoy won't be able to deal with those things. The next one won't be until spring."

Wu Gen stood at the front and heard clearly. He frowned slightly: Are they sending us to do work? Why are they treating us like merchandise?

Bang! Gunshots suddenly rang out at the empty ferry crossing.

A few steps away from him, the man in black with a gun at his waist suddenly spurted blood from his head. Wu Gen belatedly realized what was happening and only felt a warm sensation on his face.

Immediately afterwards, bang bang bang bang bang! Gunshots rang out in a continuous line, and several men in black in front of him fell down at the same time, like wheat being harvested.

"Oh no! There are gunmen lying in ambush!" The crowd scattered like ants in a pot.

The younger brother clung tightly to his waist, too frightened to look, while Wu Gen stood frozen, motionless, only his eyes darting around. Every time a gunshot rang out, someone would fall—always axe-wielding thug in black.

On the other side, dense gunfire erupted, creating a crossfire that killed many of the foreigners who were disembarking.

"Damn it! Situ, what the hell are you doing!" Smith retreated hastily under the protection of several followers, cursing angrily.

Situ Le also retreated to the ship, saying, "Mr. Smith, I don't know either. You saw it, they were killing my men!"

Just then, two tall figures emerged from the darkness beside the ferry crossing. One wore a dog mask, and the other a tiger mask. They moved with incredible speed, like cheetahs pouncing on their prey, rushing straight towards them.

"Shit! You guys on the boat! Get down here and help! Did I pay you to come and watch a show?!" Smith yelled at the boat.

"Oh, okay, Mr. Smith, they're just some clowns, don't worry about them." A flippant voice rang out from the ship, and before the words were finished, a red figure leaped down from the mast, which was more than ten meters high.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots flashed in the shadows, blood splattered on the figure's body, and he staggered after landing, cursing, "Damn clown, trying to use a gun on me? You're asking for it!"

Wu Gen's eyes widened in disbelief. This foreign devil in the red suit jumped off that tall ship and was shot, yet he acted as if nothing had happened!

"Hahaha, George, you're the clown. So lame!" A figure leaped off the ship like a brown bear, landing with a thud that created a large crater in the ground.

"Shut up, Peppa. You deal with the tiger and the dog, I'll handle the one firing the gun." The man in the fiery red suit swiftly moved like an arrow released from a bow.

A dark figure emerged from the shadows, wearing a monkey mask, and surprisingly, it moved with remarkable speed, firing as it created distance.

Bang bang bang!