Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

Shen Jinluan felt a sense of relief; the heavy weight that had been hanging over her heart was finally lifted.

"Old Lin, we've been poisoned and we can't exert any strength."

When Liu Qingzhu saw Lin Ji, her clenched fists unconsciously relaxed, and the coldness in her eyes gradually faded.

Uncle Lin.

Lin Ji nodded slightly, his fingertips quickly pressing on the acupoints on the wrists of the two women. His internal energy gently swept over their bodies, and the white jade pendant in his mind turned slightly, temporarily stabilizing the spread of the medicine.

He looked up at Zhang Jichuan, his gaze suddenly fixing on the other's face.

"The Zhang family?"

"You recognize me?" Zhang Jichuan asked, his voice trembling with fear. He spoke through gritted teeth, his face hardened, but he unconsciously took a step back.

Lin Ji raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled contemptuously: "I not only recognize you, but I also recognize Zhang Guangzhen."

"My father?" Zhang Jichuan's eyes showed slight surprise. Recalling his father's life and interactions, he tentatively asked, "You and my father... had a relationship?"

The Zhang family, passed down through generations, was already one of the four major families in Jiangcheng a century ago.

If they truly had a relationship, then given the Zhang family's vast wealth and influence, they would surely have done him a favor.

Zhang Jichuan felt more confident, and his previously hunched back straightened up considerably.

"Haha." Lin Ji chuckled: "It's more than just friendship. The most valuable shop in your Zhang family's southern city was taken from me. Decades have passed in the blink of an eye."

"You..." Zhang Jichuan's newly gained confidence vanished instantly.

When he was young, he heard his father say that in order to expand the Zhang family's ancestral business, his father took advantage of the chaos to seize several shops, which is how the Zhang family became what it is today.

One of the families was surnamed Lin.

"Who are you--"

Zhang Jichuan was shocked.

Lin Ji snorted: "The Zhang family colluded with foreign enemies and framed the Jiangcheng martial arts school. Their family values ​​are beyond redemption! Today I'll collect some interest—the interest from when Zhang Guangzhen forcibly seized the shop back then."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Ji had already darted in front of Zhang Jichuan.

Zhang Jichuan was horrified and wanted to retreat, but his martial arts skills were no match for Lin Ji's.

Lin Ji gripped his throat with his withered hand, releasing a hidden force.

"Snap!"

"You...you can't...kill me!"

With a crisp sound, Zhang Jichuan's eyes widened, he uttered his last two words, and his body went limp, dying on the spot.

The people in the private room were terrified and dared not even breathe.

downstairs.

The screeching sound of leather boots hitting the stairs, along with the metallic clang of heavy firearms clashing, filled the private room.

The sound was getting closer and closer to the private room.

"Walk!"

Lin Ji supported Liu Qingzhu with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Shen Jinluan's waist, then darted toward the back window again.

"Splash!"

Three figures landed swiftly on the ground.

Hearing the strange noises upstairs, Jingmei downstairs gave a stern order:

"Charge! Don't let them get away!"

The sound of hurried footsteps surged up the stairs as the Japanese soldier kicked the door to the private room.

"Snap!"

The solid wood door of the private room was smashed into pieces.

Japanese and Westerners mingled and poured in, carrying muskets.

Jingmei, dressed in a green military uniform, pushed through the crowd and peered into the doorway.

Zhang Jichuan's body lay stiffly on the ground, and the room was in complete disarray, with cups and dishes scattered everywhere.

There was also a hole in the glass at the back window of the private room, with shattered glass scattered all over the floor.

Jingmei peeked out and saw the familiar old man on the ground, with two beautiful women on his left and right, already hundreds of meters away along the street corner and disappeared into the crisscrossing streets and alleys of the south of the city.

Jingmei stood by the window of the private room, gazing at the empty alleyway, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

Zack walked slowly down the stairs into the private room and stood beside him, his deep blue eyes also filled with anger.

The cooked duck just flew away like that.

Deep in the alley, Lin Ji led the two women into an abandoned courtyard. Only after confirming that no one was following them did he slowly let go.

Shen Jinluan leaned against the wall, panting. Her peach blossom eyes looked at Lin Ji with a hint of lingering fear, but her eyes also revealed an undisguised lust.

Liu Qingzhu leaned against the corner of the wall, her face flushed.

Lin Ji looked at the two of them and felt helpless.

It's another aphrodisiac.

Don't these foreigners have any other tricks up their sleeves? They resort to these low-down methods.

Shen Jinluan hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth between Lin Ji and her teeth, managing to utter a sound:

"Old man Lin, hurry back to the gang, I..."

The words were on the tip of my tongue.

She glanced at Liu Qingzhu.

Liu Qingzhu's late-stage internal strength was barely enough to suppress the surging of qi and blood within his body.

Seeing Shen Jinluan's appearance clearly, and recalling how she and Lin Ji addressed each other as husband and wife last night, she pursed her lips slightly.

"Uncle Lin, you take Chief Shen with you. I have my own way of getting back."

Shen Jinluan's thinking ability had been largely lost. Hearing Liu Qingzhu's words, a pleading look appeared in her peach blossom eyes as she looked at Lin Ji. She slightly parted her lips:

Let's go!

"No way!" Lin Ji's eyebrows shot up sharply.

"We're still inside the concession, and the foreign pursuers are right behind us. They'll find you sooner or later in your condition. Come with us."

Lin Ji reached out and stopped Shen Jinluan's soft waist. After hesitating for a moment, he grabbed Liu Qingzhu and wrapped the two of them in his aura, then ran out of the alley.

Liu Qingzhu's body stiffened abruptly, followed by a familiar burning sensation that invaded her body.

The scene of Lin Ji healing her wounds and removing the poison before her mind floated into Liu Qingzhu's mind.

The heat radiating from her body intensified, causing her to instinctively reach out and tug at her collar.

Her neckline was open, revealing her snow-white swan neck, which exuded a faint fragrance.

Lin Ji subconsciously turned his head to look, and a ripple of emotion stirred in his heart.

Ok……

Compared to Shen Jinluan's charm, she was a bit aloof, but she had her own unique appeal.

Lin Ji's heart stirred slightly, and he clicked his tongue.

What am I thinking, old man?

……

A full half hour passed, and the sky had completely darkened.

Lin Jicai, surrounded by Xiangfeng, squeezed through the gate of the Haijiao Gang's stronghold.

Shen Jinluan clung to Lin Ji like an octopus.

The usually aloof Liu Qingzhu completely lost her usual demeanor, leaning her body against Lin Ji, curving into a beautiful arc.

She twitched slightly, seemingly resisting the invasion of toxins in her body.

Lin Ji, familiar with the route, stepped up the stairs and into Shen Jinluan's boudoir on the second floor.

He gently placed the willow candle in his arms onto the silk bed.

The intense, masculine energy around him suddenly dissipated, and Liu Qingzhu's eyes, glazed over, opened slightly.

After glancing around at the unfamiliar surroundings, her gaze fell on Shen Jinluan, who was clinging to Lin Ji and refusing to get off.

Shen Jinluan's cheongsam was disheveled, and the already form-fitting cheongsam revealed even more of her snow-white skin. Her legs were wrapped around Lin Ji and refused to touch the ground.

Her figure was delicate and graceful, fully displaying her innate charm.

Even Liu Qingzhu, a woman, couldn't help but take another look.

Looking at Shen Jinluan's undisguised seductive manner, Liu Qingzhu smiled bitterly.

Shen Jinluan has someone who can cure her poison.

And her?

Could it be that Uncle Lin can cure this poison?