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

Late at night.

The sky grew even darker.

Only the lights were still on in the main house in the front yard.

Gu Yanzhao dismissed everyone else and personally poured Su Mingyuan a cup of tea.

"Mr. Su, this year's new Biluochun tea..."

He put down his teacup and lowered his voice:

"Before leaving, Mr. Su, the 'miracle doctor,' left a message asking me to meet you."

Su Mingyuan paused slightly in his hand holding the teacup, looked up at Gu Yanzhao, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

As Gu Yanzhao spoke, he took out a bronze badge from his pocket, with half a torch engraved in the center.

Looking at the light reflected from the broken torch, Su Mingyuan instantly breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing.

"So it was one of our own."

He paused for a moment, then looked up at Gu Yanzhao: "Do you know about the 'Iron Spear' incident?"

"I know." Gu Yanzhao nodded, his brows furrowing.

"I only found out about this yesterday. He didn't leave the city at all. He was intercepted after being injured. By the time I heard the news, the organization had almost completely withdrawn. I haven't had time to report it yet, and I don't know how he is now."

Gu Yanzhao revealed a profile under the light, his voice even lower:

"Now, in the Guanghua Provincial Government, there are only three of us left on the surface: you, me... and the missing 'Iron Spear'. Everyone else has chosen to 'lie low'."

"Before leaving, the 'miracle doctor' specifically instructed me to find the person 'Iron Spear' brought out of Jiangcheng, namely Lin Ji from Jiangcheng. This person was accompanied by a little girl, who was easy to identify. He said that this person was very important and could be of great use."

Su Mingyuan was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously thought of Lin Ji and Su Wanning.

Lin Ji also used a gun, the old man also used a gun, and they were accompanied by the young girl Su Wanning.

But soon, he shook his head.

impossible.

Who is Lin Ji?

He stormed the consulate alone, killed Westerners, and the wanted poster clearly stated that he was a ruthless and decisive character.

But the old man, while his fighting prowess is considerable, looks to be around ninety years old. Where does he get that kind of vigor?

It's estimated that the Su family hired a special escort to bring Su Wanning to the provincial government.

Seeing Su Mingyuan in a daze, Gu Yanzhao asked:

"What, Mr. Su, have you seen those two before?"

Su Mingyuan shook his head, suppressing the thought in his mind:

"No, Lin Ji is such a person, how could I possibly have run into him?"

Gu Yanzhao agreed, nodded, and looked out the window.

"The most urgent task right now is to find 'Iron Spear' and then arrange for his safe evacuation."

……

"Clatter!"

In the brightly lit main hall of the provincial capital's police headquarters.

Chief Constable Meng Qingyang of Guanghua Police Station slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to jump off the table.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" He paced back and forth in the hall, his hands behind his back, his face contorted with rage.

"These Westerners actually dare to use force in the street? Do they really think our police station is just for show?"

The police officers below kept their heads down, and no one dared to speak.

They all knew in their hearts that their patrol chief wasn't angry at the foreigners for being so unruly in the city.

It was clear that he was overcome with greed after hearing the words "Six Harmonies Spear Intent" reported by his subordinates.

really.

Meng Qingyang paused, his eyes gleaming:

"This morning, General He said in a meeting at his residence that 'Iron Spear' was still in the city. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect that the clue would be lost so quickly. It's really a godsend. If I really got 'Iron Spear,' my reputation in the authorities would probably be on par with He Ze's. At that time, becoming a military governor wouldn't be a problem."

"Pass on my orders!" Meng Qingyang waved his hand confidently.

"Immediately launch a citywide manhunt! Search every house and every household, and bring in anyone suspicious for questioning."

His gaze swept over the police officers below:

"If any Westerners dare to defy our law enforcement, arrest them as well, and say that it was my order, Meng Qingyang! I want to see who really calls the shots in this provincial capital."

"yes!"

The people below echoed in unison.

Standing in the center of the lobby, Meng Qingyang gazed at the deep night outside, a confident smile creeping onto his lips.

This immense wealth and honor should now be mine, Meng Qingyang's!

……

"Splash—splash—"

Not far from the Japanese Consulate in the provincial capital.

In a dark, sunless dungeon.

The iron chains were being pulled repeatedly, making a piercing sound.

A burly figure was hanging in the center of the dungeon.

His collarbone was pierced by two thick iron chains, and blood flowed down the chains to the ground, accumulating into a dark red patch at his feet.

His arms were propped up on either side, his wrists were tied to the ends of a heavy iron spear, and his long hair was disheveled, obscuring his large face.

The burly man had his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slightly, and he was covered in wounds, barely clinging to life.

But even so.

His imposing, mountain-like aura hadn't dissipated.

Across from the dungeon, behind an iron fence sat a woman.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with striking beauty, alluring eyes, and an extremely seductive figure.

He was extremely short, barely a little over 1.5 meters tall, and his body proportions looked very strange.

What's even stranger is that her right hand has six fingers, with black fingernails that gleam with a faint bluish light.

She sat far away on the other side of the iron fence, her eyes fixed on the burly man, her gaze a mixture of fear and excitement.

There are very few martial artists in the entire country who have reached the late stage of the Transcendent Realm.

Being able to conduct experiments on such individuals is a godsend.

"Li Shuwen," Chiyoko said softly, her voice high-pitched and thin, like fingernails scraping against sheet metal.

"Why bother putting on a brave face? You work for the authorities, keep the hairstyle of the previous dynasty, and secretly sided with the rebels who oppose the authorities. You're nothing but a traitor who has served three masters. What's the point of being so tough?"

Li Shuwen's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was deep and devoid of emotion; he merely glanced at Chiyoko indifferently.

With just that one glance, Chiyoko instinctively shrank back, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.

Even when severely injured and on the verge of death, she could not easily withstand the pressure of a Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm.

"You Japanese brat," Li Shuwen said, his voice hoarse but each word firm and resolute.

"Those opportunistic rats who take advantage of others' misfortunes dare to bark and howl here?"

"You!" Chiyoko's face darkened, then she sneered.

"What's the use of being stubborn? Now you're just a dog in my cage. I can draw your blood whenever I want, and I can cut your flesh however I want."

She stood up, and her six-fingered right hand gently tapped the iron bars, making a "tap-tap" sound.

"You

"Why did we capture you? Your perfected physical body and the energy within your meridians are precious treasures. We need to disassemble and study them piece by piece to see how the bodies of top-tier martial artists in China differ from those of ordinary people."

Li Shuwen's eyes turned cold, and his aura suddenly surged.

"Splash—"