Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

Chen Qing and the others quickly approached and saw a group of laborers fighting fiercely with wooden sticks. Shouts of killing and the crisp sound of sticks clashing together filled the air, creating a chaotic scene.

Among the crowd, a tall, burly man with a pockmarked face stood out, and he was the most ruthless in his attacks.

He easily deflected the wooden sticks swung at him.

He swung the stick down with his backhand, and the other person, unable to dodge, immediately fell to the ground unconscious and remained motionless.

In just a few dozen seconds, seven or eight people were lying on the ground, each one barely breathing and only able to gasp for air.

Chen Qing's gaze was fixed on the burly man, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

This man was none other than Zhang Mazi from the Qilu Gang.

Back then, he was the one who seized the loading and unloading rights of a steamship from the Shangquan Gang, and he even gave Chen Qing a hard knock on the head, cracking his skull open.

Unexpectedly, even after taking control of two large ships, they were still not satisfied and dared to take action again to seize the territory of other laborers.

By this time, the other group of laborers had already been routed and were completely powerless to fight back. Their leader could only roar helplessly, "Stop fighting! We surrender, you can have this boat!"

"I want more than just this one ship!"

Zhang Mazi's eyes widened in fury as he swept his gaze across the entire area, shouting menacingly, "From now on, all cargo ships docked at this pier will be under my control! Starting tomorrow, the loading and unloading of all cargo ships at Micang Ferry will be managed uniformly by the Qilu Gang, with each member taking a 10% management fee!"

These words immediately caused an uproar, and the laborers present were all shocked and pale.

No one expected Zhang Mazi to be so arrogant, wanting to further exploit the already struggling laborers.

This undoubtedly cut off everyone's path to survival.

"Zhang Mazi, your appetite is too big! Be careful you don't burst your stomach!"

Immediately, someone in the crowd voiced their opposition.

"You have a problem with that?"

Zhang Mazi's eyes flashed fiercely as he glared at the person who had spoken.

The man was burly, with bulging muscles all over his body and arms as thick as pillars; he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Chen Qing recognized him; he was Yan Laosan, the leader of another small group at the dock, and also the most capable fighter among the dockworkers.

Someone once dared to steal a job from him on his turf, and he killed him with a single punch; he was extremely ruthless.

Over the years, fights over jobs at the docks have been a constant occurrence.

The Shangquan Gang and several other small groups had their jobs stolen, but no one dared to cause trouble in Yan Laosan's territory.

Yan Laosan strode out of the crowd, followed by seven or eight burly men, and walked menacingly toward Zhang Mazi.

"You, Zhang Mazi, are not qualified to set rules in Micangdu!"

Yan Laosan stared intently at Zhang Mazi, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

"That's right! The rules of the docks were set by Master Qin. Who do you think you are, Zhang Mazi!"

"You're dreaming if you think you can charge us an extra 10% in management fees!"

"You bunch of Shandong gang scum should get out of Micangdu!"

The men behind Yan Laosan echoed him, their voices loud and filled with anger.

"Get out of Rice Granary Ferry!"

"Get out of Rice Granary Ferry!"

"Get out of Rice Granary Ferry!"

Zhang Mazi's actions clearly provoked widespread anger, and the surrounding laborers joined in the shouting, creating a deafening roar that made people's eardrums vibrate.

"I heard you, Yan Laosan, are the toughest fighter at the docks? I'd like to see whose fist is harder!"

Zhang Mazi's lips curled into a bloodthirsty grin. He casually tossed aside the wooden stick in his hand, pushed off with his foot, and rushed towards Yan Laosan, clenching his fist and slamming it towards Yan's head.

Yan Laosan was prepared. Seeing this, he neither dodged nor avoided, but clenched his fist and smashed it toward Zhang Mazi's head, intending to exchange fists and fight head-on.

He has been stronger than others since he was a child. Over the years, he has carried heavy work every day and has been taking supplements in his diet, which has made his strength even more amazing.

Three years ago, he punched a troublemaker to death.

Just recently, he single-handedly carried a 500-pound load of goods, which became a popular story at the dock.

He was full of confidence in his fists!

As long as you can hit Zhang Mazi in the face, even if he is only a half-martial artist, he will either die or be crippled.

boom!

Two fists slammed into each other's faces simultaneously, the dull thuds overlapping to create a deafening sound.

One of the sounds was like metal clashing, crisp and piercing.

After exchanging blows, Zhang Mazi staggered back several steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained fierce.

Yan Laosan was struck as if by a heavy hammer, flying backward and crashing into three or four burly men behind him. Half of his cheek was caved in, and blood gushed from his mouth, staining his coarse cloth shirt red.

"You dare challenge me to a fistfight? Do you even know I practice Iron Shirt?"

Zhang Mazi's lips curled into a cruel, sinister smile. He strode forward, placed a foot on Yan Laosan's chest, and leaned down to ask, "Now, do you still have any objections?"

"Pooh!"

Yan Laosan suddenly spat a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth onto Zhang Mazi's face, gritting his teeth as he said, "Even if you beat me to death, don't even think about taking a penny more!"

"Since you don't want to live, then go die!"

Zhang Mazi's face was covered in blood, making his already ferocious appearance even more terrifying, with a raging, violent aura surging in his eyes.

He reached out his right hand to the Qilu gang members behind him and gently beckoned them with his finger.

A laborer from Shandong immediately understood, quickly stepped forward, and handed over a wooden stick as thick as an arm.

Zhang Mazi moved his right foot away from Yan Laosan's chest, gripped one end of the wooden stick tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms, raised the stick high above his head, and then slammed it down hard on Yan Laosan's head.

boom!

With a muffled thud, as if a ripe watermelon had been smashed, a sticky red and white substance instantly splattered out, mixed with fine bone fragments, covering Zhang Mazi completely, and the pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air.

Yan Laosan's forehead collapsed completely, revealing a hole the size of a palm. His originally wide-open eyes suddenly became unfocused, his neck twisted at a strange angle, his body twitched twice, and then he was lifeless.

But Zhang Mazi didn't stop. He kept holding the wooden stick high, one strike, two strikes, three strikes...

Each strike was delivered with all his might, aimed fiercely at Yan Laosan's head.

The surrounding air instantly fell into an eerie stillness; everyone held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Only the dull thud of the wooden stick striking the skull, one after another, muffled and piercing, struck at everyone's heart.

Zhang Mazi only stopped when he had smashed Yan Laosan's head to pieces, leaving him unrecognizable.

He casually tossed aside the blood-stained wooden stick, his eyes sweeping fiercely across the room, his tone icy and chilling: "Anyone have any objections?"

The onlookers were all deathly pale, their legs were weak, and many even shivered.

Anyone whose gaze swept over Zhang Mazi involuntarily shrank back, taking a step back and lowering their head, not even having the courage to look up and meet his eyes.

Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Zhang Mazi revealed a satisfied, sinister smile and said sternly, "Good! I'll collect the management fees tomorrow. Anyone who dares not to pay will be the next Yan Laosan!"

After saying that, he turned to the Qilu gang members behind him and ordered sternly, "Drag him to the river and throw him into the fish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving behind a scene of fear and deathly silence.

Several laborers from the Qilu Gang rushed forward, carrying Yan Laosan's mangled corpse, and quickly walked towards the riverbank, soon disappearing from Chen Qing and the others' sight.

"Zhang Mazi is so lawless, doesn't Master Qin care?"

Da Niu clenched his fists tightly, his face still pale, his voice trembling uncontrollably, his tone filled with resentment and fear.

"Mind your own business!"

Zhou Tao cursed under his breath, his tone full of resentment and helplessness, "Without Master Qin's authorization, even if Zhang Mazi had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to rashly collect this one-tenth management fee!"

Chen Qing stood still, forcibly suppressing the surging anger and murderous intent within him.

Anyone with eyes can see that Zhang Mazi is nothing more than a vicious dog that Qin Gen keeps around. Most of the management fee will eventually end up in Qin Gen's pocket.

The dock's 60% commission was already overwhelming for these laborers, and now they want to charge an additional 10% management fee. This is treating them like dirt and pushing them to the brink!

Chen Qing took a deep breath, silently turned around and headed towards Changji Rice Shop. He received three bamboo tokens from the foreman, then shouldered the goods and plunged into the busy ranks of laborers.

He knew in his heart that only by becoming strong enough would he have the right to resist and the opportunity to take revenge.

He believed that day was not far off.

With a burning resentment in his heart, Chen Qing gritted his teeth, shouldered the three bags of rice, and walked step by step toward the riverbank.

After carrying it a few times, a line of small words appeared before his eyes.

Porter Experience +1

Chen Qing kept moving and continued to work silently.

As he carried the last three bags of rice and placed them steadily on the boat, a series of small words suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Porter Experience +1

[Porter experience maxed out, starting to break limits]