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

Inside the casino, the air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

A dozen or so gambling tables were lined up in a row, the dice clanging against the porcelain bowls.

Gamblers shouted with bloodshot eyes, the winners slammed their fists on the table and laughed, the losers cursed and swore, the smell of sweat, cigarettes and cosmetics mixed together, an indescribable filth.

Su Wanning stood beside a dominoes table, her brows slightly furrowed.

She was just strolling around casually when she heard the commotion and came over out of curiosity.

After watching a couple of rounds, the waiter next to her smiled and suggested that the young lady try her luck. She thought it was a novel idea, so she took two silver dollars and placed a bet, and unexpectedly won.

She played two or three rounds and won a few taels of silver. Just as she was finding it interesting, she gradually realized something was wrong.

Several idle men who were doing their own thing suddenly gathered around, their eyes constantly glancing at her, their gazes lingering as if they were glued to her.

"Young lady, you have good luck." A butler-like man with a mustache squeezed through the crowd, a fake smile plastered on his face. "Playing here is no fun. There are much more fun things inside. Would you like to give it a try, young lady?"

Su Wanning's heart skipped a beat.

Even someone as naive as her could tell something was wrong.

She took a step back and forced a smile: "No, I should go back."

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave." The man stepped aside to block her way, his tone laced with coercion: "Since you're already here, have some fun before you go. Our young master is waiting."

Su Wanning's expression changed slightly, and she turned to walk out of the crowd.

But as soon as he turned around, he bumped into someone's chest.

The man cried out "Ouch!" and reached out to support her shoulder. His hand was sticky and smelled strongly of opium.

Su Wanning suddenly looked up.

Standing before her was a young gentleman, dressed in a brocade robe with the collar wide open, revealing his pale chest.

He held a black pipe in his hand, from which bluish-gray smoke billowed. It wasn't the normal smell of tobacco; it was a cloyingly sweet, strong tobacco smell.

His face was sallow, his eyes were sunken, and his gaze was clouded with the stench of excessive indulgence, yet also concealed a hint of wicked cruelty. He was looking her up and down as if she were a piece of merchandise.

"Young lady, you think you can just walk away after bumping into me?" The man sneered, his fingers sliding down her arm. "That's not the way to do things."

"Let go!" Su Wanning was both shocked and angry. She shook her shoulders, circulated her internal energy, and suddenly broke free from his grasp.

She learned a lot from Lin Ji and became much more agile than ordinary women.

"Oh, you know a bit of kung fu?" The man's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, and his smile became even more wicked: "Interesting, I like it."

He waved his hand, raising his voice slightly: "Stop her!"

As soon as she finished speaking, seven or eight idlers immediately surrounded her, each with a fierce look on their face, and they surrounded Su Wanning in the middle.

The people at the gambling table stopped and looked over. Some laughed, some whistled, but no one stepped forward to interfere.

Su Wanning gritted her teeth and struck a pose.

"What? You want to make a move?" The young master sneered. "Take her down, but be careful not to hurt the beauty's face."

Two idlers grinned maliciously and pounced on her, grabbing her arms.

Su Wanning dodged to the side and punched the man on her left in the stomach. The man groaned and bent over.

She then kicked another person in the shin, and that person fell to their knees with a "thud".

But there were just too many of them.

After knocking down two, three more pounced on them.

Su Wanning gradually struggled, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became rapid.

She was just a girl after all, and had never learned proper fighting. She relied entirely on some basic movement techniques to dodge, and as time went on, she gradually ran out of energy.

Suddenly, she heard a whooshing sound behind her. Before she could dodge, she was kicked in the waist.

"Hmm!"

She groaned, staggered forward a few steps, and fell heavily to the ground. Her palm scraped against the rough floor, drawing blood.

"Little lady, stop struggling." The young master squatted down, reached out and pinched her chin, his tone flirtatious: "Be a good girl and come with me, and I'll make sure you get your share of the benefits."

Su Wanning turned her face away, her eyes filled with humiliation and panic.

Just then, a cold shout suddenly came from outside the crowd: "Stop!"

Everyone was taken aback and turned to look.

A girl in white stood outside the crowd, her features exquisite; it was Bai Yu'er.

She pushed through the crowd and kicked the young man in the shoulder.

Caught off guard, the young master fell to the ground with a cry of "Ouch!" and his pipe flew off.

"Wan Ning!" Bai Yu'er quickly helped Su Wan Ning up, standing in front of her and sharply scanning the surrounding people: "What do you want?"

The young master was helped up, rubbing his shoulders. When he looked up and saw Bai Yu'er, his eyes widened.

The girl in front of me is even more beautiful than the one from before.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, and her cheeks held a hint of anger, which added to her beauty. She was ten times more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen.

He chuckled lewdly and wiped his mouth: "Oh, another one even prettier. What day is it today? I'm really lucky with the ladies."

He moved his wrists, his knuckles cracking, and the aura of late-stage internal energy spread out from his body.

"Two little beauties, come and play with me." He grinned maliciously as he stepped forward and reached out to touch Bai Yu'er's face. "I have plenty of money, I'll make sure you're both comfortable."

Bai Yu'er's eyes turned cold, and she raised her hand to block.

With a "smack," their palms collided, and Bai Yu'er swayed, taking half a step back.

She had only been cultivating the Heavenly Evolution Technique for a short time, and her skill had not yet reached the late stage of Dark Force. As a result, she was finding it somewhat difficult to deal with this person.

"Oh, you've got some skill." The young master laughed, pressing closer and closer, his moves becoming increasingly lewd, targeting her waist, ribs, and cheeks: "Don't rush, I'll take my time and pamper you."

Su Wanning rushed up to help from behind, but even with the two of them working together, they gradually lost ground.

The young master's hand brushed against Bai Yu'er's hair several times, carrying the nauseating smell of opium.

Bai Yu'er gritted her teeth, feeling both anxious and angry.

Just as the man's hand was about to touch Bai Yu'er's chin, a figure suddenly walked in from behind the crowd.

Lin Ji raised his hand and precisely grabbed the man's wrist.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, mixed with the sound of the pipe shattering.

The man's right hand was bent at an eerie angle, with bone fragments mixed with blood and foam bursting open from his wrist. Blackened pieces of his pipe were embedded in his flesh, a gruesome sight.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the casino.

The young master was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, his face was deathly pale, and sweat was pouring down like water.

Lin Ji released his grip, letting him slump to the ground, his eyes as cold as ice.

He glanced at the idlers around him. Those men who had looked fierce just moments before were now terrified and shrank back when they met his gaze. No one dared to step forward.

Lin Ji crouched down, looking at the person rolling on the ground, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Who do you want to touch?"

He raised his hand, about to slap the man on the top of his head.

Just then, a hurried voice suddenly came from outside the crowd:

"Sir, wait a moment!"