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

Lin Ji stepped forward and drew his spear.

There was no blood on the blade, yet the spear's edge still gleamed coldly.

He reached into Jingmei's loose kimono and found a thin silk book with two powerful characters written on the cover.

"Chasing Shadows"

Lin Ji glanced at it briefly, raising an eyebrow slightly; it turned out to be a profound-level lightness skill.

Lin Ji didn't have time to look at it much, so he casually put it into his pocket and turned to look at the battlefield in front of the stronghold.

He picked up Jingmei's body and leaped onto the roof of the small building in two steps:

"Jingmei is dead! Surrender now!"

Panic instantly spread among the Japanese, who scattered and fled in all directions.

The alliance is full of ruthless and decisive people. No one would let these thieves escape. They would catch up with them one by one and kill them with a single blow.

The remaining assassins were also wiped out by the combined efforts of everyone.

The courtyard was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The battlefield did not quiet down after the battle.

"Waaah..."

A sob broke the silence that followed the murder.

Many people held the bodies of their loved ones and wept uncontrollably.

The great revenge was achieved, but the dead can never come back.

"Uncle Lin, we've found something in the dungeon!"

Chen Ziyi rushed over, his face unusually grim: "You...you should go and see for yourself..."

Lin Ji frowned, exchanged glances with Zhao Qiaosheng and Shen Jinluan, and then strode towards the dungeon.

The dungeon entrance is in the consulate's backyard.

Two thugs lifted the heavy iron gate, and a pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay hit them, a smell that almost made Lin Ji vomit.

Lin Ji forced himself to endure the strange smell that kept entering his nostrils.

As everyone followed Lin Ji down the stone steps, the sight on both sides stunned them.

The two-story dungeon stretched as far as the eye could see, with countless compartments scattered throughout.

In the laboratory beside them lay a cold corpse, its chest ripped open from the throat and its limbs severed at the joints, clearly having been used as material for anatomical experiments before its death.

In the glass jar in the corner, human heads, infants, and all sorts of human organs were soaking, gleaming pale in the dim light.

As the group walked further in, they came to a room where several iron chains were used to hang a naked woman. She was already lifeless, her eyes were empty, and her body was covered with signs of torture.

Thick experimental records were nailed to the wall, page after page filled with data, all detailed records of using living people to test drugs and poisons.

"Beasts...this bunch of beasts!"

With red eyes, Butcher Zhang slammed his cleaver against the wall, sparks flying everywhere.

Zhao Qiaosheng's face turned pale, and he clenched his fists.

He knew the Japanese were cruel, but he never imagined they could be this cruel.

Bai Yu'er turned her face away, biting her lip tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Even Shen Jinluan, who was used to seeing battles, turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Ji stood there, feeling a chill in his heart.

He had witnessed feuds and killings in the martial arts world, but he had never seen such a scene of utter inhumanity.

These foreigners weren't here to do business; they clearly treated China as a hell where they could wantonly commit atrocities.

"Burn them..." Zhao Qiaosheng's voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak. "Let these compatriots who perished be laid to rest."

"Don't burn it!" Lin Ji's eyes turned cold as he spoke in a deep voice.

"These are all evidence of the crimes committed by the Japanese. If we burn them today, no one will know what these beasts did here, and no one will remember this blood debt. We will make the whole of China, and even the whole world, know about their crimes."

He turned to look at Chen Ziyi in the crowd:

"Ziyi, go to the Governor's Mansion and find your father. Ask him to contact reporters from the newspapers to come and take pictures of everything here in the name of the Governor's Mansion. Publish the pictures in the newspapers so that everyone can see what kind of people the Japanese really are."

Everyone was taken aback and looked at Chen Ziyi.

Chen Ziyi's father was Chen Tianze of the military governor's office.

Chen Ziyi didn't hide anything anymore, nor did he offer any explanation. He simply nodded and said, "I'll go right now."

He turned and walked away quickly, and only then did everyone come to their senses.

No wonder the Tongmenghui was always able to get information about the military governor's office; it turns out they had this hidden identity behind them.

"Get everyone out of here first, guard the entrance, and we'll talk when the reporters arrive." Lin Ji waved his hand and led the way out of the dungeon.

Breathing in the fresh air outside, everyone finally recovered a little.

But the anger in my heart only grew stronger.

So many sins were hidden in just one Japanese consulate.

What about the British Consulate? Were the foreign blood potions in the hands of the Westerners completely clean?

Lin Ji stood on the steps, looking towards the south of the city.

The British Consulate is still there.

There were still many foreigners inside, as well as opium that hadn't been transported away yet, and other dirty things he didn't know about.

"Master Lin," Zhao Qiaosheng asked as he walked over.

Lin Ji withdrew his gaze, looked at the group of wounded men behind him, whose eyes remained resolute, and slowly spoke:

"If you're going to do something, do it thoroughly."

"If the Japanese consulate is destroyed, what difference does the British consulate make?"

Everyone was stunned at first, then their eyes lit up with amazing light.

"Let's do it!" Butcher Zhang was the first to respond.

"Yes! None of those foreigners are any good! Let's wipe them all out!"

"Let's storm the British Consulate! Let them taste the might of the people of Jiangcheng!"

The crowd was once again in a frenzy.

Still burning with the fervor of having just driven off the Japanese, the group, carrying their blood-stained weapons, followed Lin Ji in a grand procession toward the British Consulate in the south of the city.

In the darkness of night, the long procession resembled a fiery dragon. As it passed, people opened their doors to watch. Upon learning that they were going to destroy the foreign consulate, many picked up kitchen knives and carrying poles and voluntarily followed the procession.

More and more people gathered, and their momentum grew stronger.

Inside the British Consulate, there was no leader.

With Prus dead and Gao Ran gone, the remaining foreign officials were in a panic, and the guards were also filled with apprehension.

Hearing the deafening shouts of battle outside, the guards fired a few symbolic shots. Seeing that the crowd was unstoppable, they immediately backed down, some fleeing over the wall and others surrendering directly.

Lin Ji led the charge in and encountered almost no significant resistance.

In less than half an hour, the British Consulate, which had been lording it over Jiangcheng for many years, completely changed hands.

On a rooftop not far away, Li Shuwen, holding a heavy iron spear, took in all of this.

He watched Lin Ji standing in front of the consulate, his posture upright, with countless ordinary people and martial arts practitioners behind him.

From single-handedly defeating Timuring to leading a night raid on the consulate, and then sweeping away the British consulate in one fell swoop, he resolved all the lingering problems in Jiangcheng.

Lin Ji is courageous, resourceful, possesses a strong sense of national duty, and has the ability to win people's hearts.

A smile of appreciation appeared on Li Shuwen's lips:

"This old man is quite interesting! Looks like this trip to Jiangcheng wasn't a waste!"

He originally thought the old man had good comprehension and was a promising talent, but now it seems he's more than just a promising talent.

Such a person deserves a bigger stage.

He had made up his mind about who the old friend in the north would be.