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

Ring ring—the telephone rang urgently.

Zhang Dabao's brow furrowed even more as he stood up to answer the phone: "This is Zhang Dabao."

A few hurried words came through the receiver, and Zhang Dabao's expression changed: "Who did it?"

"Where are you now?" His face was grim, his eyes flashing coldly. He slammed down the phone, grabbed his coat, and hurried out the door.

"Sir, where are you going so late?" Madam Zhang asked with concern when she saw that he was in a hurry and looked unwell.

"I have something to do, you go to sleep first, don't wait for me," Zhang Dabao replied, and had already left.

A young man in black pushed open the door of a private clinic. The pungent smell of coal made Zhang Dabao frown.

On the bed, the doctor was bandaging Situ Le's wound, while Smith sat beside him rubbing his throbbing temples.

"Ah Le, how's it going?"

"It's nothing, just a bullet in the shoulder." Situ Le made a move to get up, but Zhang Dabao stopped him. "Lie down and let the doctor bandage your wound."

"Damn it, Zhang, it's those same guys again." Smith stood up and yelled in annoyance.

Zhang Dabao's narrowed eyes flashed with a cold light: "Mr. Smith, what exactly is going on?"

"We were delivering a package when suddenly a few people appeared. They were incredibly skilled marksmen. I spent a lot of money hiring two top-notch fighters, but they still managed to take them down."

"You just said it was them again?"

"Zhang, that's the group that stole the serum from the Fugui Hotel last time. There's one of them I remember!"

Situ Le added from the side, "They were all wearing masks. The one wearing the monkey mask was the best marksman. All my men died at his hands."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dabao's brows furrowed even deeper, his nasolabial folds appearing as if etched by a knife: "Who exactly is targeting me? Don't let me find out."

Smith twisted his aching neck, then suddenly remembered and said, "Zhang, their heads... there seems to be something on their necks. Oh, it looks like a dragon from the East."

Zhang Dabao suddenly turned around, grabbed Smith by the collar, and demanded menacingly, "What did you say?"

Smith flinched in fright, his face turning grim. He snapped, "What do you want to do?"

"I lost my temper." Zhang Dabao let go and turned to look at Situ Le: "Le, was what he said just now true?"

Situ Le frowned: "It was too dark at the time, and the person was hiding in the shadows, but there was definitely something on his neck."

Zhang Dabao's eyes narrowed into a fierce slit, his fat face taut, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of the table beside him. Squeak, squeak, squeak, wood chips flew out from between his fingers.

"A dragon, a dragon, heh heh..." He chuckled softly, and the atmosphere in the clinic instantly turned sinister.

……

Wangjiadu, three miles away.

Song Beiyou glanced at his watch; it was 11:32. The others also instinctively raised their wrists, exchanged knowing smiles, and smiled at each other.

Wearing a yellow dog mask, Xie Sanhe's eyes burned with passion. This benefactor who displayed his divine skills was actually a young man who was meticulous, decisive, and yet still kind and righteous. He was truly a rare sight.

"Let's go back." Song Beiyou took the lead, and the rest of the group followed closely behind on their bicycles, forming a long line that, in the darkness, resembled a stretched-out ghost, quickly disappearing from sight.

An hour later, everyone safely returned to Song Beiyou's Western-style building.

On the second floor, in the reception room, Song Beiyou reached out and pressed his hand on a two-foot square wooden box on the table, looking at everyone: "The fact that we were able to get things done so efficiently and cleanly this time is all thanks to everyone's cooperation. I, Song Beiyou, am very grateful for everyone's help."

"Brother You, you're being too polite," Ding Qiang said, somewhat displeased. Lei and Liang, who were keeping watch, nodded in agreement.

Song Beiyou smiled slightly and continued, "This box of things was found on a foreign ship. I counted it roughly, and there are still more than 1000 silver dollars left. We'll divide it up in a bit."

Shen Daguan grinned broadly: "We should have picked up all those foreigners' guns back then; we could have sold them for a fortune."

Song Beiyou shook his head: "A gun is too conspicuous and easily exposed; it's not worth the risk."

Shen Daguan's expression turned serious, and he nodded, saying, "Understood."

Ah Lei and Ah Liang each received 50 silver dollars. Excited and thrilled, they expressed their gratitude and left with Ding Qiang. Xie Sanhe also took his leave, naturally returning to his job as a coal seller, which made it easier to remain hidden.

Shen Daguan, carrying the silver dollars, tactfully went downstairs. After Cui Jie's advice, he realized that even if he made money, he couldn't possibly marry Cui Jie here; he still needed to buy a house.

The living room became quiet, with only the frosted lampshade on the ceiling casting layered light and shadow.

Su Xiaowan yawned, stretched like a kitten, frowned slightly, and looked around: "I sweated a lot tonight, I want to take a shower."

Song Beiyou nodded and said, "The fire in the kitchen stove isn't out yet. Go boil some water. I'm leaving now."

"Why!"

Song Beiyou had only taken two steps when he turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Come back." Song Beiyou had no choice but to turn back.

Su Xiaowan said in a whisper, barely audible to the two of them, "I'm injured somewhere."

Song Beiyou's eyes scanned her body, and he asked in confusion, "Where?"

"The back," Su Xiaowan pursed her lips, her face slightly flushed, her voice barely audible, "the buttocks."

Song Beiyou's gaze slid from her slender back to her full, rounded breasts, his throat tightening slightly: "You want me to?"

*Whoosh*—Su Xiaowan breathed hot air into his ear: "What are you thinking about? You're supposed to go boil water for someone?"

Song Beiyou went downstairs to the kitchen with a dark expression. Behind him came a suppressed giggle.

……

Four Seasons Casino. Second floor. Zhang Feilong's office.

"Hmm~ Second Master, you're so naughty."

The solid wood door was suddenly pushed open with great force, and a thin man with a mustache rushed in without paying attention, saying urgently, "Second Master, something has happened."

Zhang Feilong's face darkened, and his interest vanished instantly. The person who had entered was his opium steward; he wouldn't dare barge in unless it was something serious. He reached out and patted the woman's face: "You go out first."

The woman in the cheongsam stood up from under the table, swayed her hips as she left, and the thick wooden door closed tightly, shutting out the noise of the casino downstairs.

Zhang Feilong asked with a stern face, "What exactly is going on?"

"Master Tan is missing, and his concubine and illegitimate child have also vanished." He paused, waiting for Zhang Feilong to process the news.

Zhang Feilong's expression changed slightly. This Master Tan, with his gold-rimmed glasses, knew many of his secrets. "Have you searched for him?"

"We've searched everywhere, but it's like they've vanished into thin air. Also, Second Master, I heard that First Master suddenly gathered a lot of people, all old brothers from before." Steward Sun swallowed hard, looking nervous.

Zhang Feilong sprang up from his chair, staring at him and asking, "What do you mean?"

Steward Sun licked his lips: "Second Master, I'm afraid something terrible has happened. Master Biao has also disappeared. I sent someone to inquire, and they said he was summoned by the First Master and hasn't returned."

Zhang Feilong's expression changed drastically: "Is my brother going to attack me?"

"Second Master, the goods at the docks of the First Master have been robbed. Coupled with what happened at the Fu Gui Restaurant last time, he's bound to suspect his own people."

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Second Master, things are hard to say now. Master Tan was most likely arrested by the First Master. You'd better make a decision soon."

Zhang Feilong paced back and forth on the gleaming floor a few times, his eyes turning fierce, veins bulging on his neck, and the blue dragon tattoo on his neck appearing unusually menacing: "Gather the brothers we trust. He wants to deal with me, so let's strike first. We'll do it tonight!"