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

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"Ah Zhong, Mr. Wen is not in good health. Send two capable men to protect him properly."

"Understood. I'll make arrangements for Acheng and Ali."

Song Beiyou nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Everyone, remember the date I just mentioned, before the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month. That's all, everyone disperse."

Everyone looked as if they had lost their parents, their legs trembling. They left the office with different thoughts in their minds and went their separate ways.

Song Beiyou then instructed that Wen's father and the other two be arranged to stay in the boxing gym at the back. Wen's father initially declined, but Song Beiyou offered the reason that it would be convenient for medical treatment and work, so he could not refuse.

Wen Yingxue's gaze towards Song Beiyou was so intense it could stretch into silk threads, but Wen Yiwen noticed and she blushed deeply.

At noon, Song Beiyou, accompanied by a group of trusted confidants, went to the best restaurant on Datong Street for a sumptuous meal before returning to his office.

After closing the door, his mind finally settled down. He chose a sofa to sit on and looked at the boss's chair behind the executive desk. How long ago was it that Zhang Feilong used to lie there, extremely arrogant?

"Things are complicated and need to be sorted out one by one. Wen Yingxue's family has finally escaped their misery. Zhang Feilong took over the territory of the Thirteen Villages simply because he wanted to make life better for the people around him and for himself."

"However, to protect this comfort, one must have sufficient strength; otherwise, one becomes easy prey in the eyes of others. Just like fighting underground boxing matches, allowing Shen Daguan and Chen Kuan to make a small fortune is also a way of protecting them."

"Currently, the strongest among my core members is Xie Sanhe, followed by Su Xiaowan and Ding Qiang. Although Wen Yiwen has superpowers, he is still a newcomer. Ah Zhong's group of boxers constitutes a force. Shen Daguan and Chen Kuan are just ordinary people."

Song Beiyou frowned. "To quickly boost their strength, the first thing that comes to mind is the serum. I can absorb its side effects, so it's 100% safe. If we can get a large quantity of the serum, our fighting power will explode."

"Of course, personal strength is the key. The mask mainly relies on those who have survived the tribulation, but one can also refine it by practicing the basics. Now that I have fifty-two years left to live, I can improve my internal strength level."

"The serum. This mysterious serum is crucial for both me and my men."

Song Beiyou rubbed his temples. "Lian Yunxiao said last night that she can get serum, martial arts manuals, and even ancient secret techniques. She probably isn't lying to me."

"Given that she has reached such a high level of cultivation at such a young age, it's easy to see how unfathomable the organization behind her is. Although I don't intend to join, I can cooperate with them, help them complete missions, and receive rewards."

Thinking of Lian Yunxiao, Song Beiyou let out a soft sigh. "One is a member of a secret organization fighting against foreigners, a girl from Dongxia; the other is a foreign doctor with a prominent background. These two shouldn't be the same person at all."

"But last night, when I used candlelight to study the scriptures, I saw through her true appearance." His thoughts seemed to drift back to the days at St. Mary's Hospital.

After a short while, Song Beiyou suppressed his worries, got up, and took out two contracts from the safe. One was the one Su Xiaowan had obtained from Zhang Dabao, and the other was from Zhang Feilong's safe. Both were joint venture shareholding contracts, which together accounted for 16% of the pharmaceutical factory's shares. Could there be some secret behind this pharmaceutical factory?

"Master You—"

The knocking on the door startled him awake. He asked, "What is it?"

"Something happened at the car dealership."

Song Beiyou frowned and opened the solid wood door. Several people were waiting. Besides Ah Zhong, the leader was a middle-aged man with a thick beard, dressed in a black outfit. The tall and burly Ding Qiang was also behind him.

Ah Zhong introduced, "Uncle You, this is Lao Qian, the driver of Yihe Motor Vehicle Company."

Old Qian quickly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Master You! Now that Master Bao is not here, I have no choice but to come to you. You are the old master's last disciple, you must stand up for us!"

Song Beiyou frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"Brother You, it's those Japanese again!" Ding Qiang glared at him.

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Yihe Auto Dealership. A while ago, Song Beiyou and Ding Qiang passed by here when they went to visit He Zheng's family.

"Uncle You, this way." Old Qian led the group into the car dealership's courtyard, where they saw five corpses neatly covered with white cloth in the center. Beside two of the corpses, a woman and a child were crying their hearts out.

"My dear husband, you're just leaving like this, abandoning me and the children. How are we supposed to live?"

"Ah Chai, my son! You damned Japanese devils, you'll all die a horrible death!"

Old Qian sighed, "Brother You, those Japanese ronin are carrying knives and attacking our rickshaws indiscriminately. More than a dozen people were injured yesterday. Today they went even further and started killing people."

He looked at the ground. "Besides them, there were more than twenty coachmen with varying injuries. They were all sent to the clinic."

Song Beiyou's eyes flashed like lightning as he coldly said, "These Japanese devils, humph, they're quite well-informed."

Old Qian lowered his head dejectedly, "Master Bao and Second Master, alas... right now we can only rely on Master You to take charge of the situation."

The men who were wailing over the corpse heard the voices and quickly crawled over on their knees, pleading, "Sir, please do justice for my man! He was an honest and law-abiding man; he can't just die like this."

One after another, more family members arrived after hearing the news. Some threw themselves on the body and wailed, while others surrounded it and pleaded. Upon hearing that Song Beiyou was in charge, they all knelt down and kowtowed, shouting, "Please, Lord You, make the decision!"

Song Beiyou's face was ashen. He helped the family members up one by one and comforted them before leaving to go into the backyard of the car dealership with Lao Qian.

"What are your plans, Master You?" Old Qian walked beside Song Beiyou and felt a chill run down his spine, making him shiver. He became even more cautious.

"Gather all your capable men. These Japanese are like hyenas. When you're strong, they wag their tails and beg for mercy like lapdogs. When you're weak, they chase after you and bite. Only when you beat them until they're terrified will they stop."

"Master You, shouldn't we plan this carefully? There are quite a few Japanese experts in Hongkou." Old Qian was shocked. When Master Bao was around, he only dared to send people to kill a leader to vent his anger. This guy actually wanted to get serious.