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

The chubby boy huddled against the wall, too scared to breathe. Song Beiyou, however, had already started eating his second chicken leg, mumbling, "Who's your guild leader?"

"You'll see it when you get there. So, are you going to come with us yourself, or do we have to invite you?"

"Oh." Song Beiyou responded indifferently, turned around and handed the black pottery bowl to Chen Yuansong, "Keep this for me, I'll eat it when I get back."

"Then I'll wait for you here." Chen Yuansong nodded.

Cao Yaozu grinned and gave a meaningful smile: "Let's go."

Song Beiyou was surrounded by several people. They walked through the playground behind the teaching building and entered the two-story gymnasium.

The hall was deserted. The midday sun shone through the fine windowpanes, illuminating layers of drifting dust. Inside were several badminton courts with gray cement surfaces.

Song Beiyou glanced around and asked, "Where's your guild leader?"

"They'll be here soon. He'll have us help you stretch your muscles first." Cao Yaozu crossed his arms, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Song Beiyou slightly raised his eyelids: "If you're going to hit me, at least give me a reason, right?"

"Hmph, a toad trying to eat swan meat. Our president has already decided on Shen Wanqing, this big piece of fat meat, and you still dare to touch her."

Song Beiyou sneered, "It really is because of her."

Cao Yaozu waved his hand: "First, cripple that hand of his that can only write!"

Song Beiyou's eyes snapped open, flashing with a cold light. His thick black cloth shoes shone slowly as he walked towards Cao Yaozu on the concrete. "Since I arrived in São Paulo, you've been the one who beat me the hardest." He pointed to his chest. "These ribs of mine still hurt."

Cao Yaozu crossed his arms, looking down at him with a sneer: "It's good that you feel pain. That way you'll learn your lesson and know that there are some people you shouldn't mess with."

Wang Jiahao and Wu Yaowei hesitated and lagged behind. But the other two were from other classes. They had only heard him say that Wen Yiwen was acting strangely, but they didn't take it seriously. They had already approached with a sinister smile and raised their fists to hit Song Beiyou.

Song Beiyou didn't stop walking. He casually reached out and slapped his arm. Crack! As if he had snapped a piece of dry wood, the arm that was coming at him from the right broke off strangely.

At the same time, his left hand caught the left fist, and the force penetrated straight in, turning the opponent's fist into a bloody mess, but the skin and flesh remained intact, like a ripe tomato.

Ah! Heart-wrenching screams erupted almost simultaneously. Song Beiyou stretched out his long arms, moving with lightning speed, delivering a punch to one man and sending both flying. The screams abruptly ceased.

Wang Jiahao and his companion were so frightened that their hair stood on end. They turned to run away, but found that their legs felt like lead and they couldn't take a step.

Song Beiyou stomped his feet repeatedly, his body swaying, and kicked repeatedly, making a series of cracking sounds that made one's teeth ache from the bone fractures.

Before the two could even scream, he spread his hands, grabbed their jaws, and with a jerk, dislocated their jaws. The two fell to the ground, emitting muffled moans.

Song Beiyou then looked up at Cao Yaozu, who was retreating in fear: "Next, it's your turn."

In the blink of an eye, all four of them were rendered useless.

Cao Yaozu's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. The Wen Yiwen before him appeared thin, but his every move exuded immense strength; he was not like a human being at all, but rather like a vengeful demon.

As he backed away, he shouted, "Who are you? You're not Wen Yiwen! Do you know who John and Hai Shao are? You've messed with them, you're dead!"

Seeing that the other party was just sneering and approaching slowly, he felt a chill run down his spine, let out a strange cry, and turned to run away.

A gust of wind swept past his head as his shoulder was firmly gripped by an iron clamp-like hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

He was terrified, his voice trembling as he screamed, "No, no, no, don't do it! Big brother, Brother Wen, Brother Wen, it's not my fault! I'm just a thug!"

Cao Yaozu felt the bones in his shoulder being gripped cracking, the pain making his face turn deathly pale and cold sweat pour down his back. A surge of rage welled up within him, and he raised his fist and punched backward without thinking.

Song Beiyou reached out and grabbed his fist, then suddenly shook it, channeling his inner strength, which rippled down his arm like waves.

The fine woolen sleeves tore apart inch by inch, and all that could be heard was the sound of bones cracking continuously. A strong right arm slumped limply on the shoulder like a large, bluish-purple noodle.

Cao Yaozu trembled all over in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, yet he possessed a fierce spirit. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You beast, how dare you touch me? Young Master John and Young Master Hai will never let you get away with this!" As he spoke, his still-intact left hand swung out again.

Song Beiyou raised his hand to grab it, and sneered, "Did you think about the consequences when you hit me?"

Cao Yaozu's neck veins bulged as he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "What consequences? You're nothing but a lowly bastard from Zhabei, a maggot! Even if I crush you, it'll only make a noise!"

Song Beiyou raised his eyelids slightly, and said in surprise, "You really are as tough as an ox. However, I happen to be able to butcher oxen and slaughter pigs." As soon as he finished speaking, his hands flew up and down with incredible speed and skill—following, guiding, and dissecting.

Tendons ruptured, bones dislocated. Cao Yaozu's eyes widened in horror, and a wild, beast-like howl escaped his throat.

"How does it taste?" Song Beiyou asked coldly. Suddenly, a voice from a white coat rang in his ears, devoid of emotion or warmth. "Large bruises on the left rib area, old fractures of the fourth, fifth, and sixth ribs are palpable, as well as dislocation of newly fractured bone ends. Blood and foam are oozing from the mouth and nose, and there is subcutaneous emphysema in the neck and chest. Limbs: old fracture callus can be palpated on the right forearm and left clavicle."

Without realizing it, he increased his strength, and Cao Yaozu suddenly opened his mouth wide, like a fish out of water. He chuckled twice in his throat, unable to bear the excruciating pain, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The building suddenly became unusually quiet, with only dust rising from the concrete floor and swirling in the sunlight.

"Besides these two hands, you also hit my feet." Song Beiyou bent down and grabbed Cao Yaozu's ankle, his cold eyes sweeping over him. Wu Yaowei and Wang Jiahao were terrified, tears streaming down their faces, whimpering. The other two were beaten unconscious on the spot, lying lifeless on the ground.

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Drip, drip, drip—the sound of water was like a sharp knife piercing my ears.

Wang Jiahao slowly opened his eyes. It was dimly lit, and there was a strong smell of urine. His right leg was throbbing with pain. He struggled to sit up, and sunlight streamed in through a small window in the wall. He then realized that he was lying in a dimly lit toilet.

He was very familiar with this place; it was the place where they often abused and committed atrocities.

His eyes darted around, and suddenly he saw a pair of eyes staring straight at him from the opposite squatting toilet. He shuddered and hurriedly moved backward, using both hands and feet.

It turns out there was someone in the other three pits as well, not just the one on the opposite side. What happened?

Overwhelmed by terror and pain, he completely broke down, tears streaming down his face: "Help! I want to go home!"

Squeak! The faucet was turned on, and the sound of water grew louder.

"Sorry, there are only four spots available, and there aren't any for you. You'll have to make do."

Wang Jiahao stiffly turned his neck, his lips trembling: "Wen Yiwen... I was wrong, I was completely wrong! Forgive me, I want to go home... Waaah..."

Song Beiyou shook the water droplets off his hands and patted the dust off his sleeves. Throughout the entire process, he was extremely measured, using only subtle force to shatter bones and flesh, without breaking the skin or getting a single drop of blood on it.

After turning off the tap, he slowly chuckled and said, "You're all big kids now, why are you crying? Now I'm going to ask you some questions, answer them obediently, okay?"

Wang Jiahao shook his head and nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling with tears, "No, no! Ask me, ask me!"

"Where is your guild leader? I've been waiting for ages, why hasn't he come?"

"He...he...went to Master John's house. He said he'd be back soon, so let's...let him learn his lesson first."

Clang! A strange noise suddenly came from outside. Song Beiyou tensed up, like a taut bowstring, and suddenly sprang out of the toilet.