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

"Sweetie, come and take your medicine."

In the low-rise residential buildings in the north of the city, a small courtyard house is squeezed into a narrow alley.

The other two rooms in the courtyard were rented out by different tenants, and the courtyard was filled with the miscellaneous items of each family.

Inside the north room of the small courtyard.

A seven or eight-year-old girl was lying in bed.

The girl was extremely cute, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a chubby little face.

The girl's face was deathly pale, and her lips were chapped and peeling. She took a while to open her eyes after hearing the noise, and weakly said:

"Mother..."

"Darling, a kind doctor gave Mommy a box of medicine today. The doctor was wearing a beige suit and looked like he had returned from studying abroad. He didn't charge a penny and said he would treat you for free. You will get better soon." The woman held the pale pills to the little girl's lips.

The little girl obediently put the pill in her mouth.

The hard, dry pills made the girl's throat ache, causing her little face to scrunch up in an unpleasant expression.

The woman quickly called out, "Gouwa, bring the water to your sister."

The little boy ran in from the yard.

He carefully carried the rough porcelain bowl from beside the stove and walked over.

"Sweetie, drink some water."

The woman took the water and carefully held it to the girl's lips.

"Cough cough."

The little boy behind the woman coughed softly.

However, none of them paid much attention to it.

……

East of the city.

Inside the Japanese consulate.

Takeda Yuyasu lay on a couch.

The skin on his face was completely ulcerated.

His two eyeballs looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, hanging askew on his cheeks.

Jingmei stood not far in front of him, wearing a white protective suit and an exaggeratedly large gas mask. Several other people dressed similarly were talking to each other with their heads down.

"Your Highness... save me!"

Takeda Yu'an's chapped lips parted slightly, and he managed to utter a few words with difficulty.

Jingmei frowned, her gaze fixed on Takeda Yuyasu's face, which was almost rotten to the bone.

"Brother, sending Tie Muling isn't just about helping me take down Jiangcheng, this tough nut to crack," Jingmei swallowed hard. "It's more like a warning to me... that I'm plotting to seize the throne?"

He abruptly turned his head to look at the remaining people in protective suits:

"Give it to him!"

in the crowd.

A man stepped out, and as soon as his gloved hand was extended, a dark purple syringe immediately caught everyone's attention.

He cautiously stepped forward and forcefully injected the dark purple needle into Takeda Yuyasu's neck.

The medication was introduced into the body.

The tiny blisters that appeared on Takeda Yu'an's skin immediately burst, and the continuously festering skin turned grayish-white.

His eyeballs were still drooping outside their sockets.

The despair in his eyes gradually turned into blankness.

After a long while, a lisping voice came from his festering lips.

……

The night is getting darker.

On the streets of Jiangcheng.

More warlord soldiers were suppressing the demonstrations during the day, constantly shouting at the figures walking back and forth on the road.

A figure hurriedly arrived at the Sea Dragon Gang's stronghold in the darkness. Seeing two thugs blocking the door with muskets, he was panting heavily.

"Please inform him that my name is Chen Ziyi, and I have urgent business with Uncle Lin."

Chen Ziyi reached into his pocket, pulled out a few silver dollars, and handed them over.

Seeing this, Qingpi didn't hesitate and turned to enter the stronghold.

On the second floor of the outpost, in the center of an extremely clean room, there was an eight-immortal table.

Although the food on the table was simple, it included wine and meat.

Sitting around the table were Lin Ji, Shen Jinluan, Bai Yuer, a woman who bore a resemblance to Lin Ji, Gu Yanqiu, and Liu Qingzhu.

The group had not yet touched their chopsticks.

Footsteps sounded outside, and a figure rushed in.

This caused Shen Jinluan to suddenly lower her eyebrows.

"Master Lin, there's a man outside who calls himself Chen Ziyi and wants to see you." Qingpi took a couple of deep breaths before speaking slowly.

"Chen Ziyi? What's he doing here?" Lin Ji frowned slightly, put down his chopsticks and stood up: "Take me to see him."

downstairs.

Chen Ziyi looked anxious and paced back and forth in front of the door. When he saw Lin Ji, he immediately went to greet him.

Without exchanging pleasantries, he went straight to the point:

"Uncle Lin, bad news. Great Britain has sent people to Jiangcheng ahead of schedule, along with a special envoy from the provincial governor. They will arrive tonight."

Lin Ji raised an eyebrow.

It's only been three days at most, and this group of people has already arrived?

The seven-day limit is probably just a smokescreen!

Do you want to lull the entire city into a false sense of security so that I, the old man, can be the mantis stalking the cicada?

The provincial capital joined forces with foreigners, ostensibly to apprehend the murderer, but in reality, they wanted to use this as a pretext to completely control the defense of Jiangcheng.

Lin Ji put his hands behind his back and looked up at the moon in the sky: "Is there any other news?"

Chen Ziyi pondered for a moment before replying, "Also... the special envoy came specifically to target you. According to rumors, Great Britain and the special envoy have already ascertained your strength and are preparing to take direct action."

"Okay. I understand." Lin Ji turned around and vaguely heard a commotion coming from the street not far from the stronghold.

"Then I'll take my leave now, Uncle Lin, take care!" Chen Ziyi cupped his hands in farewell and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Behind Lin Ji.

Several people crawled out.

A hint of solemnity crept into Liu Qingzhu's usually cool and aloof expression.

"Uncle Lin, I'm afraid we can't stay for dinner tonight. I need to inform the gang leader as soon as possible."

Gu Yanqiu frowned even more, looked up at Liu Qingzhu: "I'm going back too."

Lin Ji nodded without saying anything more.

Only four people remained in the private room on the second floor.

A perfectly good meal was ruined before anyone even started eating, and everyone left.

"Old Lin, what should we do?" Bai Yu'er glanced at Lin Yueru, not daring to lean on her: "What should we do?"

previously.

The imposing aura from the north of the city gave Lin Ji a sense of pressure and made him feel a sense of crisis.

But they haven't really fought yet.

Lin Ji was still preparing a response with ease.

The British and the provincial capital were watching him closely.

Moreover, these two are definitely not weak.

"Let's retreat." Shen Jinluan glanced at Lin Ji, then looked at Lin Yueru.

Encirclement and suppression from all sides.

She was afraid that Lin Ji wouldn't be able to handle it alone.

Lin Yueru saw Shen Jinluan's look and immediately realized what she meant: "Miss Shen is right, you can come with me to the provincial capital."

Lin Ji frowned slightly, forming a deep "川" (river) character.

I can't make up my mind right now.

Two more days.

Two days later, the day will arrive to turn the page of the Book of Reversal.

If we can just get through these two days, we'll get another trump card.

Even if they are in the hands of a master, they may not be able to gain any advantage, but escaping will not be a problem.

Moreover...

A plan gradually took shape in Lin Ji's mind: he would stir up trouble in Jiangcheng and take advantage of the chaos caused by the gathering of various parties to lure out all the forces hidden in the shadows.

Lin Ji stood with his hands behind his back, the cunning moonlight falling on his face, which had lost much of its deep wrinkles.

"No need, I have a way to handle this."