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

"Okay, we'll do it."

Zhao Qiaosheng spoke with unwavering resolve, the dim light reflecting the determination in his eyes.

Lin Ji nodded and took out a roll of blueprints from his pocket, spreading it on the table.

Under the dim yellow oil lamp.

The streets and alleys of the concessions in the east and south of the city, as well as the patrol routes of the foreigners in the past few days, have all been clearly marked.

"This is a map of the concession's defenses. I have two ideas regarding the evacuation," Lin Ji said, pointing to the residential areas within the concession that were highlighted on the map.

"Since the new regulations for the concessions were jointly promulgated by the foreigners and the military governor's office, the military governor's office, as the administrator of Jiangcheng, should assist the people in withdrawing from the concessions. You can send a message to the military governor's office and use public opinion pressure to coerce them into pushing this matter forward."

As soon as Lin Ji finished speaking, everyone in the room was slightly taken aback, and then their eyes lit up.

Zhao Qiaosheng's lips curled slightly, and a hint of respect flashed in his eyes:

"Old man, that's a brilliant idea! Since the foreigners are using the new regulations as a pretext, why can't we use them as a pretext as well?"

"The rules were set by them and the Governor's Office. Now that the people in the concession are living in misery, the Governor's Office can't just sit idly by. If this gets out of hand, even the provincial capital of Guanghua will have to give some explanation."

Lin Ji raised his hand and pointed to the location of the military governor's mansion on the map:

"You are good at organizing demonstrations, so you can contact students from various schools and hold a demonstration in the city with the slogan 'Revoking the peace, it is our duty to defend the land,' firmly occupying the righteous cause of patriotism and putting the Governor's Mansion on the spot."

"At that time, even if the governor's office is under pressure from the provincial capital, it will have to divert its energy to the parade."

Chen Ziyi, sitting at the table, was dumbfounded: "Uncle Lin, what if the warlord's mansion intervenes to suppress us?"

Lin Ji chuckled lightly:

"Once the protests begin, the military governor's office can withdraw the troops searching for me under the pretext of 'appeasing public sentiment' to maintain order in the city. Even if the provincial capital holds us accountable, we can use the excuse that we cannot suppress the boiling public resentment."

"Besides, I'm notorious now. The more the warlord's mansion searches for me, the more worried they'll be about my safety. Why not do them a favor? It's a win-win situation. I believe Chen Tianze is a smart man."

Chen Ziyi raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, then fell silent and said nothing more.

However, Lin Ji still noticed the unusual look between his brows.

Zhao Qiaosheng suddenly felt enlightened. He slowly stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Ji.

"Mr. Lin, your consideration is truly admirable. On behalf of the people of Jiangcheng, I thank you."

"Shihao." Zhao Qiaosheng turned his head slightly and called out into the shadows behind him.

"Go and contact student representatives from each school now, and hold the march tomorrow as before."

Under the lights.

Zhang Shih-hao, dressed in all black with a white cloth wrapped around his sleeves, came out.

His eyes were bloodshot, his eye bags were slightly drooping, and when his gaze swept across Lin Ji's face, a hint of ruthlessness appeared.

"Yes."

He clasped his hands slightly in greeting, accepted the order, and left the small house.

Lin Ji glanced at Zhang Shihao's back out of the corner of his eye and shook his head slightly.

This feud has now been rekindled.

Zhao Qiaosheng noticed something amiss and coughed lightly:

"Father-in-law, I'll handle the communication with you from now on. Although Zhang Jichuan has colluded with the West and Japan and has caused harm to the people of the city, he is still Shihao's father after all..."

He heard that Zhang Jichuan had died at the banquet that the foreigners had set up for the martial arts schools and families in Jiangcheng. Based on the description, he guessed the truth pretty accurately.

It was most likely Lin Ji who did this.

Lin Ji nodded slowly without saying anything more, then gave Zhao Qiaosheng a few words of advice before getting up to take his leave.

After leaving the reception building, Lin Ji darted into a corner next to the wall.

The black and white jade pendant in his mind turned slightly, completely concealing its aura.

About fifteen minutes later.

A figure quietly emerged from the backyard of the reception building.

Lin Ji took a closer look.

It's Chen Ziyi.

Chen Ziyi took a circuitous route, making his way through small streets and alleys.

Just as Lin Ji had predicted.

Lin Ji followed all the way, and the place Chen Ziyi came to was indeed the Governor's Mansion.

The side gate of the Governor's Mansion.

Chen Ziyi raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The gate opened to the side, and the guards, upon seeing Chen Ziyi, quickly stepped aside and let him in without even asking any questions.

Chen Ziyi was very familiar with the route, as if he were using his own back door.

Once the courtyard was quiet, Lin Ji climbed over the wall and into the governor's mansion courtyard, disappearing into the deep darkness.

His eyes changed slightly.

The once dark and gloomy military governor's compound suddenly became brightly colored, and a faint trail on the ground led all the way to the depths of the military governor's mansion.

From small things, one can see the big picture.

Lin Ji followed the trail.

The warm light from the electric lamp shone through the paper windows of the governor's study.

The sound of voices drifted out through the window.

"Father."

outside the window.

Lin Ji raised an eyebrow slightly.

So that's the connection!

He realized that Zhao Qiaosheng had connections with the military governor's office, but he hadn't expected the relationship to be so deep.

Inside the study, Chen Ziyi's voice was somewhat hurried:

"The Tongmenghui has decided to organize a student march first thing tomorrow morning to coerce the military governor's office into resolving the issue of evacuating the residents from the concessions... This was Lin Ji's idea."

From behind the desk, a deep, steady male voice rang out: "Lin Ji... as expected. Besides this, is there anything else?"

"There's one more thing," Chen Ziyi said in a low voice.

"He was also responsible for the deaths of Zack and FAMAS last night."

Chen Tianze's hand, which was caressing the celadon teacup, suddenly tightened, and he spoke after a few seconds:

"It really was him. I knew it. In Jiangcheng, no one but him would dare to break into the consulate alone."

"Regarding Father's march... should we cooperate? Or do we have other plans?" Chen Ziyi asked respectfully.

"Cooperate." Chen Tianze said confidently, "We can use the parade as an excuse to withdraw 30% of the troops that were searching the entire area. We'll just put on a show about the foreigners' business. If we really push Lin Ji too far, we'll be the ones who suffer."

He paused, then said:

"The provincial capital gave me a seven-day deadline. We have the excuse of appeasing the public to shield us. The bigger the protests get, the more reason we have to delay. By then, the provincial capital won't be able to find fault with me."

"Your son understands." Chen Ziyi clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Then your son will return to the alliance to report to Brother Zhao."

"Um!"

in the courtyard.

Lin Ji's eyes flickered slightly.

Recalling the assassination of the British mission, the assassination of Jing Meilai in Jiangcheng, and Zhao Qiaosheng's ridiculously accurate reports.

Nine times out of ten, the messages were sent from the Governor's Office.

This warlord, who usually appeared respectful to foreigners, secretly caused them a lot of trouble.

Compared to the warlords who control their own territories in this world, they have more of the dignity of soldiers.

Lin Ji didn't linger any longer; his figure flickered and disappeared into the night.

By the time they returned to the Sea Dragon Gang, it was already late at night.

The light was still on in Shen Jinluan's boudoir on the second floor.

Several pieces of clothing were laid out on the bed in the boudoir, including cheongsams and Western-style dresses...

Shen Jinluan picked up a red silk high-slit cheongsam that she often wore and stuck it to Bai Yuer's body.

The cheongsam immediately accentuated Bai Yu'er's graceful figure.

"Hey, little sister, you look better in this dress than your older sister."