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

"Huo... Huo Feihong!"

Edmonton's arrogance froze instantly, and the color drained from his face.

Huo Feihong, a hero of the South!

How did he end up here?

Li Shuwen is already troublesome enough, why is Huo Feihong also coming to Guanghua?

Edmonton dared not say more, cautiously taking half a step back and letting out two dry laughs:

"Oh...it turns out it was Mr. Huo...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry."

He took another step back, then turned around:

"I have other matters to attend to, so I must take my leave now!"

He didn't even bother to say a few polite words, and hurriedly walked out, his steps frantic.

He Ze breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked at Huo Feihong, his heart jumped again.

Inside the British Consulate in the provincial capital.

"What? Huo Feihong has also arrived in Guanghua?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat serious.

"Both heroes from the North and South have gathered. It seems things are getting a bit tricky. Here's what we'll do: Edmonton, hold your position for now. Reinforcements from home will arrive soon."

"Also, Edmonton has some good news for you: the Queen has approved our proposal, and the ban on arms will be implemented at a faster pace. These Chinese military men won't be able to keep up their antics for much longer."

"Yes, I understand." Edmonton put down the phone, looked out at the deep night, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Once the ban on weapons is issued, what will happen to the heroes of the North and South?

Ultimately, they're like grasshoppers in autumn; they won't be able to hop around for much longer.

……

At midnight, a large, dark mass of people gathered from all directions outside the Japanese consulate in the east of the city.

Hundreds of people, including members of the Tongmenghui, Haijiao Gang, Qingyi Gang, various families, and martial arts schools, quietly surrounded the high walls of the consulate.

The hundreds of people lay in the darkness without making a sound, yet the air was still thick with endless hatred and anger.

"Let's do it!"

Zhao Qiaosheng gave the order.

Countless soft footsteps echoed in the darkness.

"Charge in! Avenge the people of the north of the city!"

Someone shouted, and the crowd responded with a roar. Hundreds of people surged like a black tide, scaling the wall, smashing through the gate, and pouring inside.

Before the Japanese guards in the consulate could react, they were completely overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

"Kill him!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Shouts of battle and screams of agony mingled together.

Under the cover of night, the Japanese consulate became a battlefield of carnage.

Jingmei stood on the second-floor balcony, watching the dense crowd rushing in below. He was startled at first, then grinned maliciously.

"A bunch of rabble dares to trespass on my Japanese consulate?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the crowd with disdain: "You really think you can win just because you have more people? How naive!"

He clapped his hands.

The dungeon doors on both sides of the consulate suddenly opened with a bang.

A group of people with vacant eyes, ashen skin, stiff movements, and no life staggered out.

"father?!"

In the crowd, a young man suddenly roared out.

Among the assassins charging at the forefront, there was a face he recognized.

That was his father, who had been missing for half a month.

"Brother! What are you doing here!"

"Er Gouzi! It's Er Gouzi! Wasn't he arrested by the foreigners?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Only then did everyone realize that these assassins were not Japanese soldiers at all, but rather civilians who had gone missing in Jiangcheng during this period.

They were actually captured by the Japanese and taken to the consulate, where they became their experimental subjects!

"Beasts! These Japanese beasts!"

Some people were red-eyed, crying and cursing, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it.

Those are their own relatives, brothers, and friends. How could they bring themselves to do that?

In that brief moment of hesitation, the assassins had already pounced upon them. Several men were unable to dodge in time and were scratched on the arms, the wounds turning black instantly.

"Don't just stand there! They've lost their minds!"

Butcher Zhang, wielding his cleaver, charged ahead, cleaving down a charging assassin with a single blow, his eyes bloodshot.

"These Japanese bastards are trying to make us go easy on them! Kill them! Kill these people, then we'll settle the score with Jingmei!"

The crowd gritted their teeth, fighting back tears welling in their eyes, and raised their weapons.

The blade flashed, and blood splattered everywhere.

Hatred and indignation continued to build in everyone's hearts.

They knew perfectly well that the one who had killed these villagers was the Japanese prince living in the small building in front.

This debt should be settled with him!

The fighting intensified.

Jingmei stood upstairs, looking down at the chaos below. At first, he was smug, but gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore.

These Chinese people were clearly in unbearable pain, yet not one of them backed down.

Even though they couldn't bring themselves to harm their loved ones, they still gritted their teeth and charged forward.

The number of assassins is dwindling, and the guards are almost all killed.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Jingmei was both shocked and furious, gripping the railing tightly.

He subconsciously looked outside the courtyard; if the fighting continued like this, the consulate would be breached sooner or later.

No, we have to go!

Jingmei felt a growing urge to back out.

He dared not stay any longer, turned around and ran downstairs, intending to escape through the secret passage in the backyard.

"Trying to run away?"

A cold shout came from the roof.

Lin Ji stood on the rooftop, holding the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear. Moonlight shone on him, and the silver spear gleamed coldly.

He had been watching Jingmei for a long time, silently observing his every move from a distance. When he saw Jingmei trying to slip away, he revealed himself and stopped him.

"Lin Ji!"

Jingmei took two steps back in fright and hissed in a low voice:

"You dare touch me? I am a prince of the empire! If you kill me, the empire will not let you off!"

Lin Ji, carrying a gun, approached step by step, his tone calm yet chilling: "A little over a month ago, a man named Jing Ren seemed to have said something similar."

He sneered, flicking the tip of his gun at Jingmei: "When you were harming the people of Jiangcheng, did you ever think about this day?"

"Didn't you want the Heavenly Evolution Notes?" Lin Ji raised his spear, the tip pointing directly at Jing Mei: "Today, I'll show you what the real Heavenly Evolution Notes are."

Lin Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.

The black and white jade pendant slowly rotated in his sea of ​​consciousness, and Tianyan Zhu spread out with all his might.

At this moment, he was not alone.

The senses spread out through the Heavenly Evolution Note, and in the blink of an eye, they enveloped the entire Jiangcheng.

A dense yet slightly undulating aura seeped into Lin Ji's body, penetrating the Heavenly Evolution.

Lin Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

He borrowed it.

He borrowed the indomitable spirit of the people of Jiangcheng from this land where he had lived for a full century.

The power of the people was concentrated in a single shot.

The Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear flew out of Lin Ji's hand.

The gun was propelled forward by an invisible force, carrying a whistling wind, and aimed straight at Jingmei's heart.

This shot, without any fancy moves, was as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down.

Jingmei's pupils shrank suddenly. He wanted to dodge, but his whole body felt as if it were being pressed down by an invisible mountain, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

"No--"

He only had time to let out half a scream.

puff-

The spear pierced his chest, pinning him to the wall.

Jingmei stared wide-eyed at Lin Ji, black blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

He schemed for so long, but in the end, he actually died at the hands of this old man...