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

Song Beiyou's expression changed in an instant; he was indeed somewhat surprised. He had originally thought that Chen Zhenwei was the one who slipped the note into his pocket when he was arrested and taken to the police station.

Looking back now, it seems that someone like Shi Feng, who has no worries about food and clothing, is more suited to talking about ideals and ambitions.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still smiled and said, "I don't watch plays. Detective Shi, are you mistaken?"

Shi Feng glanced at her narrow eyes beneath his leather helmet and said, "Not bad for alertness." He paused, then turned his head and lowered his voice even further, "There's a shipment of serum at large. The actor's asking if you're interested?"

Song Beiyou's face remained calm, but his heart stirred. "Wait a moment, I'll go make the arrangements."

Shi Feng simply kicked off the car, hooked the parking rack, and made a move to follow him inside. "Who else is in the house? You managed to buy such a big house in less than a month; there must be something shady going on inside."

How could Song Beiyou allow him to see Su Xiaowan? He turned and blocked her path, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Are you here to see me as a detective from the police station, or in some other capacity?"

Shi Feng shrugged, took two steps back, glanced at his watch, and said with some dissatisfaction, "I'll wait for you at the door for five minutes."

Song Beiyou closed the iron gate again and strode into the house. Su Xiaowan was waiting at the top of the stairs, and asked impatiently, "What's he doing here? Did he find some clues?"

Song Beiyou's lips twitched: "Why are you so nervous? I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see me."

Su Xiaowan blinked, her eyes sparkling with laughter: "What's wrong? Jealous?"

Song Beiyou glanced at her out of the corner of his eye: "You're overthinking it. This guy has another identity; he belongs to a secret organization. Surprised?"

Su Xiaowan exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, I really didn't expect that."

"I'm going out with him. You need to be careful when you go out in the future. It's best to disguise yourself and avoid running into acquaintances."

After exchanging a few words, Song Beiyou quickly went upstairs, put on his holster, attached several magazines to his belt, went out the door, and hopped on the back of the motorcycle.

"Walk."

……

Thump—clang! Thump thump clang! Thump clang thump clang thump thump clang!

Tap—dot—tap—dot—

"Ah—!" The piercing sound was high and bright, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks.

"Looking towards my hometown, the road to the mountains is long and winding..."

The rhythmic beat of gongs and drums, along with the powerful singing, drifted in from behind the heavy curtain.

Lian Yunxiao stood before the mirror, applying face powder with a powder puff. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sweeping across her face in a look that was both reproachful and teasing, and said, "Have you looked enough?"

Her slightly upturned cheeks and delicate red lips created a captivating profile. Song Beiyou, his heart still racing, asked, "Aren't you coming with me?"

Lian Yunxiao smiled and said, "I believe in your abilities. Shi Feng will bring two people to cooperate with you, so four people will be enough."

Is the intelligence reliable?

"Of course. From now on, Shi Feng will be your contact. Since you're unwilling to join us, let's cooperate." Lian Yunxiao tucked the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear and used a fine eyebrow pencil to draw out her arched eyebrows.

Song Beiyou objected, "Can't we find someone else?"

Lian Yunxiao raised an eyebrow: "We have limited manpower, and it wouldn't be suitable to use other people."

"Does he know who you are?" Song Beiyou asked, his brows furrowed.

"Of course I don't know. He's just a peripheral martial arts performer."

"Alright, but let's reschedule for tonight. I have some business to attend to in Hongkou."

Lian Yunxiao paused in her eyebrow-drawing gesture: "Are you confident?"

Song Beiyou smiled confidently and said, "Of course. As long as your intelligence is accurate."

"I'll let them know. You go ahead, it'll be my turn to go on stage soon."

Song Beiyou gazed intently at her: "Scarlett and Lian Yunxiao, which one is the real you?"

"Guess." Her porcelain-like, moist lips curled slightly.

Song Beiyou sighed softly, "I can't figure it out. I still have many questions."

"Hurry up, listen to the drumbeats getting more and more urgent, it'll be my turn soon." Lian Yunxiao gathered her flowing sleeves, flicked her finger forward, and said with a glint in her eye, "Lord Song, the future is long!"

A melodious voice sang as the beautiful woman saw off her guest. Song Beiyou rose and smiled, "Well, there's plenty of time in the future. I'll be going now."

Song Beiyou walked out of the dressing room along the back path, glanced back at the stage and the packed audience below, and quickly left the Pear Garden Manor.

The conspicuous black Harley was parked at the door. Song Beiyou glanced at it and saw that Shi Feng, that carefree guy, hadn't even taken the key out of the ignition. He ran over in a few steps, swung his long leg over, straddled the motorcycle, turned the key switch, and pressed the start lever twice with his right foot.

The engine roared to life. Song Beiyou twisted the throttle, and "whoosh—" the motorcycle roared forward.

"Song Beiyou, you fucking wait, give me back the car!" came Shi Feng's roar from behind.

Song Beiyou grinned, revealing his white teeth, and without turning his head, he bent down, gripped the handlebars tightly, and sped down the mountain like an arrow.

……

The night wind was biting, and Datong Street was unusually desolate and quiet today.

Even the usually bustling Four Seasons Casino was eerily quiet tonight. Occasionally, the curtain in the back room was lifted by a corner by the wind, revealing only dark shadows moving inside.

Inside the gambling den, the lights were all on, making it as bright as day, but there wasn't a single gambler. There were only about twenty or thirty burly men with stern expressions, putting on their gear: leather armor, chest protectors, and wrist guards, one set for each person.

With everyone helping each other, they quickly got dressed. Ding Qiang, A Zhong, and Lao Qian led the way.

Old Qian had never encountered such expensive preparations before, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Master You's work is truly different."

The others nodded in agreement.

Ding Qiang and Ah Zhong exchanged a glance and smiled.

Suddenly, a roaring sound came from the street outside.

Everyone's expression changed, and the leaders rushed out of the gambling den. At first glance, they saw a massive iron beast with brightly lit headlights hurtling towards them. Before anyone could react, it was upon them.

With a sharp screech of brakes, the iron beast came to a stop. Only then did everyone realize that there were two people sitting on it.

Song Beiyou stepped off the vehicle, took off his leather helmet, and laughed, "It's me." Then another person wearing a baseball cap jumped off.

Ah Zhong and the others gasped, their eyes darting around the motorcycle.

"Brother You, that's awesome! You don't see this kind of thing often even in Shanghai. I heard it costs at least ten thousand silver dollars to get one. When we put it up in front of those Japanese devils, they'll run away with their tails between their legs."

Song Beiyou patted the back of the car: "Borrowed. This thing is fast, but it's windy and a bit cold."

Su Xiaowan, dressed as a handsome young man, was hiding her face behind Song Beiyou, shivering from the cold. Upon hearing this, she glared at him in annoyance.

Everyone could only force a smile.

Ding Qiang ran over and stroked the object several times, then asked, "Brother You, are the brothers all ready? We can set off anytime."

Song Beiyou nodded: "Wait another quarter of an hour, there are a few more helpers." The reason he changed the plan with the actors to tonight was, of course, to borrow thugs.

After a while, several figures on bicycles arrived. One was Shen Daguan, and the other three were wearing masks.

One of the masked men got off his bicycle, slammed the kickstand down hard, and glared fiercely at Song Beiyou with eyes blazing with anger.

Song Beiyou ignored them and introduced, "These three are friends from the underworld. They can't show themselves, but they are all highly skilled and agile."

He glanced at the crowd and, seeing that everyone was ready, immediately ordered, "Get in the car, one person per car, and let's go!"