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

The person coming from the opposite direction was Zhao Xiaoliu. As soon as he saw Song Beiyou, his dark eyelids suddenly lifted, his eyes gleamed, he grabbed the bamboo whistle from his collar, puffed out his cheeks, and blew it hard.

The whistle blared sharply and piercingly. He reached behind his waist, pulled out his baton, and strode over, a sinister smile spreading across his face: "You little brat, I finally caught you!"

"This old bastard has accomplices!" A surge of anger rose in Song Beiyou's heart. He stood still, his eyes icy and piercing.

The two were only a few feet apart when Zhao Xiaoliu arrived in an instant, swinging his baton!

Whoosh—Song Beiyou dodged to the side, his right hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing Zhao Xiaoliu's wrist, instantly discerning the joint structure with the skill of a master butcher.

In the next instant, Song Beiyou's fingers, like iron hooks, twisted and pulled—"Crack!" Zhao Xiaoliu let out a strange cry, the baton slipped from his hand, and he staggered back, clutching his wrist, his old face contorted.

At the same time, Song Beiyou caught the falling baton and swung it fiercely, hitting Zhao Xiaoliu squarely on the shoulder.

Zhao Xiaoliu's shoulders slumped, his face turned deathly pale, his eyes bulged, and he cried out in pain.

The baton pierced the rain and slammed into the white helmet with a "bang," silencing the scream. Zhao Xiaoliu, like a drunkard, staggered a couple of steps before falling into the sewage with a thud, splashing water everywhere.

From the moment the attack began to the moment Zhao Xiaoliu fell to the ground, it all happened in the blink of an eye. Song Beiyou gripped his baton tightly, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, he heard rapid splashing sounds behind him. Song Beiyou turned around sharply, rain splashing all over his head, like a tiger spotting its prey.

The figure running towards them paused.

Song Beiyou's pupils contracted sharply: It's Fang Ming! Didn't I kill him? How come he's alive and kicking again? His sharp gaze swept over Fang Ming's neck, which was completely unharmed, without a single scratch!

What happened? A thunderbolt flashed through my mind, and a tingling sensation ran down the back of my head. "I understand now, the timeline has changed! In the original timeline, I was paralyzed on one side, pushing my wheelchair back to the walled city. The old man at the gate tipped me off, and these two constables took advantage of the situation to rob me."

"But in the new timeline, I am not paralyzed in both legs at all, so there is no story of me going back to the Walled City in a wheelchair."

"Wait a minute, if that's the case, I shouldn't have any more dealings with these two constables. Why are they here to ambush me again?"

In the blink of an eye, Song Beiyou took a step forward, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and charged straight at Fang Ming.

Fang Ming's small eyes widened, and after a moment's hesitation, he turned and ran. In the narrow alley, one after the other, the sound of splashing water was rapid and jarring.

Song Beiyou's long legs were incredibly fast, and with an added speed, he caught up to Song Beiyou in just over ten breaths, then swung his stick and delivered a flying blow.

Fang Ming, who was running wildly, was struck squarely in the back, stumbled forward, and fell into the rain. Song Beiyou rushed forward in three quick steps, bent his knees, and pressed down on Fang Ming's back.

"No, no, no, good sir, spare my life! Good sir, spare my life!" Fang Ming spat out a mouthful of dirty water and cried out in a panic.

Song Beiyou grabbed his ear, lifted his cheek, and shoved the police baton in front of his face: "Tell me, what day of the month is it today?"

"The 21st of the 11th month."

"Why are you blocking my way?"

Fang Ming winced in pain and cried out, "You kidnapped the foreign doctor! It's not just me, everyone's looking for you!"

Song Beiyou twisted his ear around, making Fang Ming scream like a pig being slaughtered, before saying fiercely, "Explain yourself, who did I kidnap?"

"It's that foreign woman, the doctor, named Scarlett!"

Song Beiyou pressed his baton against his eyelids: "Who said that? Who said I kidnapped Scarlett?"

Fang Ming shrank back desperately, shouting, "I don't know! How could I know! The chief inspector gave the order; all the police are here to arrest you! You'd better get out of here right now. Old Zhao just blew his bamboo whistle, and all the guys nearby heard it!"

"You mean, your people are all around us?" Song Beiyou was a little confused. How could Scarlett have disappeared? And what did that have to do with him?

"It's not just our concession police; the Chinese-controlled police have also come to help. They've deployed officers at every alleyway entrance!"

Song Beiyou stared coldly into his eyes: "Is everything you said true?"

"That's absolutely true, my friend! If you don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

Bang! The wooden stick struck his left neck precisely. The carotid artery was hit hard, causing an instantaneous acute lack of oxygen to the brain. Fang Ming's eyes became bloodshot, and his head slammed into a puddle.

Song Beiyou stood up and looked around. The rain was drizzling and gradually subsiding, with a few scattered points of dim light in the alleyways between the stone gates on both sides. He resolutely turned around and walked back, regardless of whether Fang Ming's words were true or false, he would not return to Yaoshui Village for the time being.

Tap, tap... Raindrops from the eaves patter against the wooden bucket, the rain curtain turning into cold rain threads.

The light from the window from which the singing had drifted out went out, plunging the alley into darkness. Song Beiyou tore off his white coat, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it aside.

Just then!

A thunderous shout erupted from behind: "Where do you think you're going?!"

Song Beiyou turned around in surprise and saw a burly figure rushing towards him, splashing water behind him, covering more than two zhang in the blink of an eye. With a quick bend of his legs and a spring in his step, and with his arms outstretched like a fully drawn bow, he swooped down from mid-air like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit!

Song Beiyou's pupils constricted sharply—such speed! The newcomer was definitely not a good person. But he was currently in a period of mental weakness, and there were only thirty-eight minutes left.

In a flash, a gust of wind howled, and a dark figure descended from the sky, its thick, bony fingers like iron hooks, grabbing Song Beiyou's left and right shoulders. Song Beiyou had no doubt that if he were caught, his shoulders would be pierced with two bloody holes.

He immediately stepped back, sidestepped, and grabbed the burly man's arm with his other hand. In a flash, Song Beiyou was overjoyed. His fingers had already touched the man's arm muscle, and he immediately used the "Guide" technique of the "Ox-Dissecting Technique," using his fingers as a knife to pry open the muscle edge, penetrating the gaps without any thickness, and smoothly pulling forward!

For an ordinary person, such a blow would at least result in torn muscles, and at worst, ruptured tendons. The person before him was clearly extraordinary. As Song Beiyou reached down, the other's arm skin rippled like waves, repelling his fingers. Immediately following was a vicious elbow strike aimed at his chest!

Song Beiyou gasped, then used the "dissecting" technique of the "dissecting ox" method again, using his fingertips as the tip of a knife to strike the weakest fascia of the elbow joint.

Bang! Their elbows collided. Song Beiyou felt a sharp pain in his finger, recoiled as if electrocuted, and stumbled back several steps. His opponent, on the other hand, simply patted the spot where he had been poked.

"Dislocating tendons and bones? That doesn't seem like it... What kind of kung fu is this?"

Only then did Song Beiyou see clearly that the man was wearing a short jacket with a front opening, had a square face, and his eyes were gleaming with sharp light as he stared intently at him.

"Who are you?"

"Song Beiyou, you are suspected of kidnapping Dr. Scarlett Evanson. You are now formally arrested."

Song Beiyou's heart sank, just then—

Click! A soft metallic sound.

His scalp tingled—there shouldn't have been any metallic sound behind him. Even more terrifying, the sound was only a few steps behind him.

"Slowly raise your hands, unless you don't want another bullet hole in your head." A nonchalant young male voice came from behind.

Song Beiyou dared not move rashly. His gaze swept across the burly man opposite him, revealing surprise and dissatisfaction. He was clearly complaining that the other man had stolen the credit.

"How about it? A gun is still the most effective weapon." A casual voice sounded again from behind.

The burly man frowned: "Scrap metal. Once I break through to the Inner Strength realm, it'll be nothing but a toy."

"Heh, then I must congratulate Detective Chen on his breakthrough soon. Kid, why don't you raise your hands and surrender? With your pathetic skills, you think you can escape?"

Song Beiyou's mind raced: Resist? He was currently in a period of mental weakness and unable to activate Autumn Cicada Awareness. With his current physical condition, there was absolutely no way he could dodge a pistol at such close range, not to mention there was an expert nearby.

They arrested me, probably to find out Scarlett's whereabouts. As long as I can get her to confess, my life should be safe. I can only take it one step at a time.

After weighing the pros and cons, he raised his hands, his tone surprisingly relaxed: "Don't be nervous, I'm not some kind of master of internal energy, I can't be killed with one shot." As he spoke, he slowly turned around.

A dark gun muzzle was just a few steps away, its silver barrel gleaming coldly, the hammer wide open, as if it could fire a deadly bullet at any moment with a flash of light.

The other person's hand holding the gun was extremely steady; he was an experienced hand.

"What are you staring at? Handcuff him." The young man's eyes remained fixed on him, giving him no chance to take advantage.

The burly man snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed Song Beiyou's shoulder, putting handcuffs on his back. He said unhappily, "Shi Feng, I'm your superior. You're just a deputy."

The young man in the trench coat curled his lip and said lightly, "My father is the deputy chief of staff."

The burly man was speechless for a moment, and could only slap Song Beiyou hard on the shoulder: "You've got some nerve, kid, daring to mess with a Western woman, and one of such high status at that. Even if the mayor came, he couldn't save you now."

Song Beiyou remained silent, surprised that the police station also had experts. But upon reflection, it made sense; the martial arts in this world were extremely powerful, and if the police station were just mediocre, how could they possibly control the situation?

But how can we extricate ourselves from this situation?