Fists that can subdue mountains and rivers, martial arts that can lead to immortality!

"So noisy!"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Wangzu snatched a rifle from a soldier and threw it forcefully at the middle-aged commander.

The rifle pierced the commander's chest like a black lightning bolt.

The immense force pierced through him, sending him flying backward before he was slammed hard into the ground.

"The battalion commander is dead!"

"This is a top-tier martial artist!"

"We cannot fight them head-on! Go and report to the commander-in-chief immediately!"

"Run!"

As the saying goes, to catch the thief, first catch the king. Jiang Wangzu killed the battalion commander among three to five hundred men, and the others fled in terror.

Jiang Wangzu charged directly into Tianjin and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Tianjin government compound.

The temporary headquarters of the warlord.

"What?"

"Has someone broken into Tianjin?"

How many troops did the enemy bring?

"What's their background?"

"Only one person?"

"One person routed your entire 7th Battalion, even killing your battalion commander?"

"What am I doing supporting a bunch of good-for-nothings like you?"

Cao Yingxiong sat in the armchair, threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and glared angrily.

"General, it's not that we're incompetent, it's that the enemy is too strong."

"He was radiating golden light and could withstand bullets with his bare body; our guns were completely ineffective against him."

"Just like those martial arts masters at the Tianjin martial arts school, they're absolutely terrifying!"

"That's right, Commander. I feel that he's even more skilled than several martial arts masters in Tianjin."

"After all, even a martial arts master from Tianjin would die if we fired a barrage of gunfire from hundreds of guns, but the other side is completely unharmed!"

"Perhaps the other party is a martial arts master like Huo Tianhong!"

The three company commanders, who had already been terrified of Jiang Wangzu, spoke up one after another.

"To withstand bullets with one's own body?"

"Radiating golden light?"

"A martial arts master?"

Cao Yingxiong's gaze darkened as he fell into deep thought.

If the opponent is truly a martial arts master like Huo Tianhong, three to five hundred people really wouldn't be able to defeat him.

However, Huo Tianhong was a local master in Tianjin, with a large family and business, and his disciples, relatives and friends were all in Tianjin.

As long as I don't target him, he will never lay a hand on me.

Because he dares not!

He was indeed invincible; his body could withstand bullets.

Even in the age of firearms, taking the head of a general from among 100,000 soldiers is not difficult.

But his children can do it too?

Can his disciples do it too?

Can his relatives and friends do it too?

Such a person has attachments, so they're the easiest to control!

However, if the other party is a martial arts master from elsewhere, with no ties in Tianjin.

What else can threaten the other party?

Cao Yingxiong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Send two more, no, four battalions to the Marshal's Mansion to strengthen its defenses."

"Send someone to find that martial arts expert who broke into Tianjin and see what his demands are!"

Cao Yingxiong gave the order directly.

the other side.

What kind of chaos did Jiang Wangzu witness after he stormed into Tianjin?

The people walked hurriedly on the street.

A group of disheveled soldiers walked down the street, and even dogs that passed by would get slapped twice before moving on.

The martial arts school staff and the soldiers often clashed, sometimes resulting in bloodshed.

In addition, there were also the Crimson Umbrella Cult members who suddenly made their move.

These people look no different from ordinary people, but sometimes they suddenly rush into a military outpost, ignite the explosives strapped to their bodies, and blow the outpost to smithereens.

Such decisiveness is truly terrifying!

Tianjin Telegraph Office

Jiang Wangzu, holding up a photo of Little Fairy Doctor, said:

"Boss, I'd like to ask you about someone. Did this woman send a telegram here eight days ago?"

"At least eighty, if not a hundred, people come to my place every day to send telegrams. How would I know if she came to send a telegram or not?"

"If you're going to send a telegram, do it now; if not, stay somewhere cool and don't disturb others from sending telegrams!"

A middle-aged man in a long gown looked at the newspaper without raising his head and said impatiently.

"You have one minute to rephrase your statement!"

Jiang Wangzu took out his gun, pointed it at the middle-aged man's head, and said calmly.

"what!"

"Sir, don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

"Let me see, I'll definitely take a good look!"

The middle-aged man, who had previously appeared quite calm, was so frightened that he covered his head with his hands and knelt on the ground.

It seems like he's gotten used to kneeling.

He glanced at the photo of Little Fairy Doctor in Jiang Wangzu's hand, and then immediately said:

"Are you looking for that important person?"

"I know she's a big shot."

"When she came to send a telegram, she was accompanied by several bodyguards, each with bulging waistbands, clearly carrying guns."

"Moreover, those men looked like soldiers; they exuded a very menacing aura."

Jiang Wangzu nodded upon hearing this.

"Did you see where she went?"

Jiang Wangzu asked again.

"The foreign concessions!"

"They must have gone in the direction of the foreign concession that day."

"Because at that time, they probably wanted to leave Tianjin."

"So initially we went in the direction of the train station, but later, the Red Umbrella Sect's march and the Tianjin Martial Arts School clashed, and the streets were in chaos."

"Later, Commander Cao led his troops into Tianjin and sealed off the city, including the train station."

"So I saw them come back from the train station, heading in the direction of the concession."

"Actually, this is easy to understand. After all, such a grand display indicates that they are either rich or noble. Such people value their lives the most, and living in the concession is the safest option."

The middle-aged man answered again.

Jiang Wangzu hadn't expected that this guy had actually met Little Fairy Doctor.

Upon hearing that Little Fairy Doctor was in the foreign concession, Jiang Wangzu felt much more at ease.

Whether it's cults, martial arts schools, or warlords, they always had to be somewhat wary of the foreign concessions.

However, Sun Desheng only knew the location where Xiaoyixian sent the telegram and the special train number she took; he didn't actually know where she stayed in Tianjin.

In fact, Little Fairy Doctor never even considered settling down in Tianjin.

Jiang Wangzu could only try his luck in the foreign concessions.

"The Crimson Umbrella opens the heavens, uniting all people; those who do not join the Crimson Umbrella will suffer endless calamities!"

"Under the crimson umbrella, all evil cannot invade; protected by the crimson umbrella, the flames of calamity cannot burn!"

As soon as Jiang Wangzu entered the concession, he saw a large group of people parading through the streets, with followers of the Red Umbrella Sect shouting slogans.

They would collect donations from shops along the street, and anyone who dared to refuse, whether foreigner or Chinese, would be beaten and their money stolen.

"robber!"

"You are a cult and a bunch of shameless robbers!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The owner of a butcher shop refused to pay, and all the meat and money in the shop were stolen by followers of the Red Umbrella Sect.

The butcher rushed forward with a knife, injuring two people, before being pinned to the ground and beaten by a larger group of fanatical followers.

"Boss Wei, the Red Umbrella Church punishes every one of those who disrespect God!"

"You should join the church; the Red Umbrella Church will protect you."

A man who knew the butcher well bent down and spoke.

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes.