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

Song Beiyou stepped forward, but the inherited mask still didn't react. "What a pity, if only I could obtain this ability..."

Looking around, Ding Qiang and Xie Sanhe had already plunged into the reeds, while Su Xiaowan was pinned down on the pier by the ship's firepower and couldn't lift her head.

With a burst of speed, he moved like a white ape, reaching pistol range in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand and fired two shots, blowing the heads off the two foreigners who had poked their heads out.

The dozen or so people on the boat panicked immediately, hurriedly ducking and hiding, only daring to fire wildly outwards.

Song Beiyou slowed down, his eyes sharp as a hawk, and raised his hand. Bang! One of the men who had raised his hand to fire a gun was shot in the wrist, letting out a scream as half of his head was accidentally exposed, and the next second his skull exploded.

"Damn it, they have a sharpshooter! Don't show your face!" came panicked shouts from the ship.

Song Beiyou's eyes narrowed slightly as he located the sound. He raised his hand, turned his wrist, and pulled the trigger. A spark flashed from the railing on the ship.

Ding! With Qiu Chan's keen eyesight and trajectory prediction, the bullet ricocheted after hitting the iron railing, hitting the person who had just spoken with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ah! A devil! It's a devil!" The companion next to the man who was shot screamed in terror.

Song Beiyou strolled forward leisurely, a flash of gunfire in his hand, and a life was ended without blinking. This was the feeling of a "master of the gun": raise your gun, kill, and you don't even blink.

By the time he reached Su Xiaowan's side, the boat was silent. Only the echoing gunshots were scattered by the wind at the empty ferry crossing. Su Xiaowan's eyes, hidden behind her rabbit mask, shone brightly as she gave him a thumbs-up.

Song Beiyou gave her a thumbs-up in return, and the two smiled at each other.

Wu Gen held his younger brother tightly, hiding in the withered reeds, afraid to make a sound. It was terrifying; in a short while, the ground was littered with corpses, almost all of them killed by the man in the monkey mask.

Fortunately, the man only killed the axe-wielding thugs who had lured them there, as well as the foreigners on the ship; none of the other men died.

The monkey and rabbit masks boarded the foreigners' large ship, and soon deadly gunshots rang out again.

A little while later, the sound of knocking on the iron bars could be heard.

"Those who were tricked into coming here, come over here. Each of you will receive ten silver dollars. Find your own way to survive."

Wu Gen watched quietly. It was the monkey mask that was banging on the railing and shouting. He simply didn't believe that someone would give away ten silver dollars for no reason, unless that person was crazy.

The others hiding in the shadows didn't dare to come out either. Even the women and children who had been paralyzed on the ground in fear didn't dare to move.

"You've left your homes, penniless, and if you don't come to collect money, you'll starve and freeze to death. Your lives are your own, and you've chosen your own path. Whether you come or not is up to you."

Wu Gen thought it made sense. He and his brother were definitely going to freeze to death if they stayed here tonight. They might as well go out; the worst that could happen was death. He helped his brother up: "Come on, let's go out."

"Brother, I'm scared." The younger brother, who had just turned ten, clung tightly to his hand like a little bean sprout.

"What are you afraid of? At worst, you'll die, but I'll be with you. We'll be brothers again in the next life."

The two men emerged from the reeds and walked step by step to the side of the boat. The man with the monkey mask indeed counted out twenty silver dollars from the wooden box and handed them to them.

Wu Gen felt the weight in his hands and finally believed it was real. His knees buckled, and he grabbed his younger brother and kowtowed three times, saying, "Thank you."

The monkey-masked voice said gently, "If you're not afraid, strip the clothes off the dead man on the ground and put them on. Don't flaunt your wealth, understand?"

Wu Gen looked up and met a pair of eyes behind the mask, clear and bright like stars. They didn't resemble a ruthless killer, but rather a cold-eyed deity in a city god temple. He paused for a moment, then nodded heavily.

……

At the ferry dock warehouse, the cold wind howled, scraping against the corrugated iron sheets with a clanging sound.

"Hello, Mr. Smith. We meet again."

Smith groggily opened his eyes, his gray-brown pupils slowly focusing, and saw the short British man he had seen before at the Grand Hotel. He exclaimed, "God, it's you! You damned people, who are you? Do you know who I am? You've caused a terrible disaster!"

Song Beiyou reached out and grabbed Smith by the collar, lifting him up. He pressed a pistol against Smith's temple and said coldly, "Your two men, George and Page, have been taken out by my gun. Do you think a bullet can blow your head off? You'd better behave yourself."

Smith's sunken eyes darted around. George and Page were experts, and now their bodies were buried in the mud. This monkey killed without blinking an eye; it was best not to provoke this devil. He immediately put on a smiling face: "Oh, friend, don't be impulsive. What do you need? Just say it."

Song Beiyou said coldly, "Our boss was very satisfied with the last batch of goods and wants to buy another batch from you."

Smith's gaze unconsciously drifted to the figure smoking a cigar in the shadows. The light was too dim to see the face clearly, only the flickering glow of the cigarette butt. There seemed to be something around the person's neck.

He swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry, that batch of goods is sold out. If you want to buy more, you'll have to wait until next spring."

The dark figure snorted in dissatisfaction.

Song Beiyou frowned and punched Smith in the stomach, making his eyes bulge and causing him to vomit his dinner from the night before.

"If that's the case, then what use are you?" With a click, Song Beiyou moved the hammer, pressing the cold muzzle of the gun against Smith's head.

"Wait! Everything I said is true! Officially, the serum is strictly forbidden to be sold to you Dongxia people. This batch of mine was obtained privately from the Japanese Governor's Office. Killing me will not bring you any benefit; it will only completely offend Governor Puli—don't forget, I am one of his men."

"Hmph! If we kill you all to silence you, who will know it was us who did it?"

Smith, sweating profusely, hurriedly shouted, "I know, I know where they are! Zhang, damn it, it's Zhang Dabao, he still has them, he bought three!"

Song Beiyou turned to look at the dark figure smoking a cigar in the shadows, and Smith also looked over with a pleading expression: "God, don't kill me, I'm still useful, I still have a lot of money, only I know..."

The shadowy figure chuckled in a deep voice, "Heh heh, once I've settled things at home, I'll continue doing business with Mr. Smith."

"Understood." Song Beiyou replied, then twisted his wrist, and the butt of the gun struck Smith on the side of his neck. Smith's eyes rolled back, his face flushed, and he immediately fainted.

The smoking figure immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumping as he panted heavily, "Damn it, this cigar is really strong!" Shen Daguan wiped the sweat from his face. "How was it? My performance just now wasn't bad, was it?"

"Sixty points. The acting skills still need improvement," Song Beiyou commented.

Shen Daguan grinned.

The others smiled as well.

Song Beiyou looked at Situ Le, who had been arrested along with him: "He's yours now, Zhang Dabao is in your hands."

Situ Le smiled slightly: "That was a brilliant move. I'll be going now. Wait for my news; I believe it won't be long."

Song Beiyou suddenly raised his gun, bang!

Situ Le's left shoulder splattered with blood, and his body swayed. He looked down at the wound, which was in a tricky position. A bullet had pierced through his entire shoulder, yet the amount of bleeding was minimal, clearly indicating that the bullet had been aimed at the right spot.

"If you take this shot, Zhang Dabao will believe you ninety percent of the time." Song Beiyou put away his gun, his tone as calm as if he were saying they would go out for a late-night snack later.

Situ Le gritted his teeth and endured the pain, realizing that his back was covered in cold sweat. That shot had been so fast that he didn't even have time to blink.

If it's aimed at the head...

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Master You has considered everything thoroughly."

Song Beiyou watched as Situ Le and the other man disappeared into the darkness, the gun barrels still slightly hot.

Why is that fat Zhang Dabao getting so much serum?