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

under the moonlight.

A figure in a gray shirt walked out slowly.

He held a silver spear in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, the blade gleaming coldly.

Lin Ji wasn't particularly tall, but at this moment he stood like a mountain in front of the Gelaohui headquarters, the cold glint of his spear aimed directly at the Gelaohui members inside.

"It's you!" Upon recognizing the person, Zheng Changsheng's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

It's him!

Why is this old man showing up at my door?

Everyone in the hall was shocked and involuntarily took a step back.

"What are you afraid of?" Zheng Changsheng saw his trusted subordinates trembling with fear, his eyes flashing with a fierce glint as he uttered a low, ruthless shout.

"bass!"

He suddenly drew the knife from his waist and hissed, "What are you all cowards for? He's all alone!"

Zheng Changsheng looked up at Lin Ji, his tone slightly softened, but every word was still stiff:

"Mr. Lin, my brother's association has never met you before, nor do we have any grudges against you. If there's nothing else, please leave."

"Of course I have something to do. I'm here today to collect debts from Chief Zheng." Lin Ji grinned, but the gleaming spear tip in his hand flashed with a frighteningly cold light.

"Collecting debts?" Zheng Changsheng asked questioningly, "What debts!"

Lin Ji's face suddenly darkened, his eyebrows furrowed, and his tone immediately turned cold:

"Colluding with foreigners and selling out their country for personal gain!"

Zheng Changsheng opened his eyes wide, his eyes instantly filled with anger: "Damn it, you dare to play me for a fool."

He shouted sternly, "Brothers, charge! I'll reward you with ten silver dollars for every cut you make, a hundred silver dollars for every four limbs you break, and whoever takes his head, I'll give you a thousand... no, ten thousand silver dollars!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The clanging of metal filled the courtyard.

Even the initially timid crowd drew their knives and charged forward in a massive swarm.

There were as many as thirty or forty people.

Lin Ji snorted coldly, his smile still undiminished. With a casual flick of his wrist, he swung his gleaming silver spear out, the shaft of which gleamed like a dragon.

"roar!"

A dragon's roar shook the heavens.

The tip of the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear gleamed coldly, its shaft seemingly capable of collapsing mountains and rivers, as it thrust towards the Gelaohui members.

The gleam of the gun flashed.

The first few people rushed forward, but before they could even scream, their throats were pierced.

His body stiffened, and he fell straight down.

Lin Ji twisted his spear, and the shaft swept across with a deep, dark aura.

moment.

The number of people has decreased by more than half.

Those struck by the gun suffered broken bones and were sent flying, crashing into the artificial hill, water tank, and walls in the courtyard, where they fell silent.

The once bustling Gelaohui (a secret society) was reduced to less than half its original size in the blink of an eye.

There was a clanging sound.

Someone in the crowd dropped a knife from their hand and it fell to the ground.

The cracking sound triggered a chain reaction.

The crowd that was pushing and shoving forward immediately stopped in their tracks, terrified by Lin Ji's murderous appearance.

"I don't want to die..."

"I...I just got married, and I came to the gang just to make a living."

……

Sparse whispers, carrying a negative mood, spread through the crowd.

The crowd retreated one after another, no longer having the courage to move forward.

Lin Ji twisted his wrist slightly, and the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear danced in the air before he put it back behind him.

Lin Ji activated the Heavenly Evolution Technique, borrowing the momentum from the surroundings to condense his aura into something almost tangible.

"Splash!"

Shen Jinluan and Liu Qingzhu led their men to climb over the courtyard wall from both sides.

"Zheng Changsheng, we've come here today specifically to take your dog's life!"

Shen Jinluan, wielding the Crimson Flame Sword, and Liu Qingzhu, holding a three-inch short sword, charged straight at Zheng Changsheng, who was deep inside the hall.

The remaining skilled fighters pressed directly into the already crumbling crowd, taking the lives of the Gelaohui members with swift strokes of their knives.

Zheng Changsheng was terrified.

"It's Liu Qingzhu! Where's Du Qingyi?!"

Liu Qingzhu is a true master of the late stage of internal strength. He might have a chance to escape if he faced Du Qingyi, but against Liu Qingzhu, even if he used all his trump cards, he would have no chance of winning.

"Damn it! I'm going to fight!"

Zheng Changsheng hurriedly reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver iron box.

He suddenly grabbed the three dark blue syringes and plunged them into his neck, pushing all the liquid from the syringes into his body.

Three injections were inserted into the body.

Zheng Changsheng's eyes widened suddenly, and his originally deep and sinister eyes immediately became dull.

He shook his head vigorously, mustering the last shred of his sanity, and shouted to the few remaining gang members in the courtyard:

"Brothers, with needles, with needles..."

He roared, but the last word caught in his throat, and his eyes became completely blank.

"roar……"

He forced out a voice that didn't sound human as he approached Liu Qingzhu and Shen Jinluan.

Shen Jinluan leaped into the air, her Crimson Soft Sword flashing as it sliced ​​across Zheng Changsheng's body.

But this sword strike...

It only tore Zheng Changsheng's clothes, without even damaging his skin.

Beneath Zheng Changsheng's tattered clothes, his skin appeared grayish-white, making him look terrifyingly like a bloodless corpse.

"I'll do it."

Seeing that Shen Jinluan's sword strike was ineffective, Liu Qingzhu suddenly shot out a small sword from his hand.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

Liu Qingzhu's short sword finally pierced Zheng Changsheng's skin.

However, neither of them could see any blood flowing from Zheng Changsheng's wound.

and.

When the sword strikes.

It also faintly emitted a metallic clanging sound.

"roar!"

Zheng Changsheng roared.

He took a step and crashed into Liu Qingzhu and Shen Jinluan.

He was not tall to begin with, and was even somewhat thin.

But when he walks, he is like a mountain, shaking the ground.

Liu Qingzhu and Shen Jinluan exchanged a glance, then said in unison, "Retreat!"

"roar!"

Just as the two of them took half a step back, a long spear pierced the night sky, accompanied by a dragon's roar, and thrust out from between them.

"Thump!"

The tip of the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear struck Zheng Changsheng.

It made a sound like striking a bell.

Even though Lin Ji's shot only penetrated half an inch into Zheng Changsheng's chest.

but.

Lin Ji's strength was surprisingly great.

Zheng Changsheng was shot and then flew backward.

"Splash!"

The grand master's chair in the hall was smashed to pieces.

"This potion is the same as those assassins from last time. It seems this opportunist has switched sides to Jingmei's side," Lin Ji said softly, retracting his spear.

Then, with a flick of the spear tip, he struck again.

"What? They sided with the Japanese, and we're in the east of the city now, doesn't that mean..." Shen Jinluan's eyes immediately showed shock.

If the Gelaohui matter cannot be sorted out in a short period of time.

The Japanese will definitely come to us.

Lin Ji thrust his spear again, the tip touching Zheng Changsheng's throat, and with a twist of the spear, he shattered Zheng Changsheng's throat bones.

"roar……"

Zheng Changsheng's roar was less noticeable due to the draft.

At this time.

A commotion erupted inside the hall.

The remaining dozen or so Gelaohui members suddenly stopped. They had just received injections that made their bodies as hard as iron, and ordinary gang members could not do anything to them.

Just as everyone was engaged in fierce battle.

The eleven people froze abruptly, standing rooted to the spot.

They all turned around simultaneously, their heads tilted slightly, their eyes filled with death as they looked at Lin Ji in the hall.