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

Ma Jinbiao suddenly felt a chill down his back.

He seemed to suddenly realize something.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to his forehead.

He's really messed up this time.

That old man is no ordinary martial artist; he's probably at least at the level of internal strength.

How did he end up running into such a tough nut to crack?

"Young Master Wang..." Ma Jinbiao moved closer to Young Master Wang, his voice trembling, "What... what do you suggest we do next?"

Young Master Wang's face turned pale and then red, his brows furrowed for a long time before he shoved Ma Jinbiao aside: "Get out of the way."

He winced in pain, shook his left hand, staggered a step, and said to his subordinates, "Let's go... let's go."

Ignoring Ma Jinbiao's attempts to stop him, he hurriedly left with his entourage.

Ma Jinbiao stood there, staring at Wang Gongzi's retreating figure, and cursed under his breath.

Damn it! I've gotten myself into trouble because of this bastard!

He kicked his underling, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Get out of here."

……

the other side.

In Lin Ji's small courtyard.

Everyone took advantage of the deep night to rest.

Lin Ji stood under the locust tree in the courtyard, his fingers gently stroking the gun barrel.

Suddenly, the tip of his ear twitched slightly.

"Splash!"

A soft sound.

The iron chain hidden in his sleeve suddenly climbed up to the top of the locust tree.

With this pull, the iron chain reached out towards the adobe wall outside the wall.

Under the suppression of his masterful internal energy, even when the iron chain was driven straight into the wall, it only made a faint sound.

Lin Ji made several leaps.

We've already crossed half the city.

I landed on the roof of an adobe house and looked at the brightest restaurant from over a hundred meters away.

At the entrance of the restaurant.

A not-so-fat man, looking rather shifty, peeked out from the doorway, glanced around, and slipped out, heading straight for the black sedan parked in front of the door.

"Go...go quickly!"

The fat man gave a low shout, and before the car door was even fully closed, the car had already started moving.

Lin Ji chuckled softly from a distance.

The iron chain is stretched horizontally.

It leaps onto the road that cars must take.

The car was moving very fast, making several turns before finally reaching a relatively remote city gate.

The rows of mud-brick houses here have all collapsed due to their age, and even the city wall is more dilapidated than the one Lin Ji came from.

Lin Ji trailed far behind the car.

Looking around, he couldn't help but mutter, "This kid deliberately chose this sparsely populated area. Isn't he just giving this old man a place to make his move?"

The car was driving very fast.

You can tell the driver in the car is an experienced one.

Lin Ji was aware of it.

You can faintly hear Ma Jinbiao shouting from inside the car:

"Hurry up... go faster, once we're out of the city, we'll head towards the provincial capital. No matter how powerful he is, he can't afford to mess with those old guys."

In mid-air, Lin Ji grinned slightly. With a twist of his wrist, the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear transformed into a streak of silver light and shot out in the darkness.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

"Splash!"

In the distance, the sounds of glass shattering and metal clashing after a car crash could be heard.

The two dim yellow headlights on the front of the black sedan were flashing fiercely, vaguely illuminating the large gun that had pierced through the entire car from the roof.

"Splash!"

The iron chain in Lin Ji's hand vibrated.

He landed lightly beside the car and gently pulled on the door.

The car door opened with a click, and a not-too-fat body, reeking of urine, rolled off the vehicle.

Ma Jinbiao was completely terrified.

He saw it.

He saw people flying in the sky.

He had seen martial arts masters before, but even the best light-footed martial artists could only traverse across roof tiles.

just now……

Someone can actually fly.

He stared blankly at the person before him, and after a long while, he remembered to beg for mercy, repeatedly kowtowing: "Gods... Gods, spare my life!"

Lin Ji did not hesitate for a moment.

With a flick of his wrist, the iron chain shot out and struck Ma Jinbiao's temple.

"Bang!"

A soft sound rang out.

Ma Jinbiao's originally frightened eyes instantly lost their focus.

With a "thud," he collapsed to the ground.

Lin Ji did not stay any longer.

He leaped onto the roof of the vehicle, drew the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear, casually twirled it, narrowed his eyes, and used the skill of "Seeing the Small to Know the Big".

If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze...

His eyes snapped open, and he spotted that familiar aura—it was Young Master Wang, who had run away from the restaurant first.

But the next moment.

Just as Lin Ji was about to jump up from the car, he sensed that a domineering aura suddenly appeared next to the weak aura of the young master Wang.

The power of that energy was no less than his own.

"So this is the background of that spoiled brat? But he's got some connections."

Lin Ji deftly turned his wrist to put the gun away, then turned and walked towards the small courtyard where the group lived.

……

Back in the courtyard.

The east was already showing signs of dawn.

The weather in the north is dry, unlike in the south where the mornings are often shrouded in mist, making it much more refreshing.

It's just that the north is really cold.

Even though Lin Ji's blood was surging with heat, he felt a chill constantly seeping into his body without circulating his internal energy.

"Where did you go?" Liu Qingzhu didn't rest for long and stood in the courtyard early, looking out.

She was dressed in a dark, fitted outfit, which, combined with the chill of the northern morning, made her appear even more aloof.

At first glance, it gives people a strange sense of alienation.

Lin Ji grinned and chuckled as he leaned forward, breaking Liu Qingzhu's aloofness with a single gesture.

He pulled Liu Qingzhu into his arms.

Liu Qingzhu's face immediately flushed red, and she unusually pouted and said:

"What are you doing... there are so many people in the yard."

"They're all asleep." Lin Ji didn't let go, pulling Liu Qingzhu closer to him.

Liu Qingzhu sniffed lightly, her brows furrowing slightly:

"You killed someone?"

Lin Ji nodded: "Dealt with someone who didn't know their place."

"Oh... are you already so lovey-dovey this early in the morning?" Bai Yu'er emerged from the crack in the door of the main room, carrying two cloaks.

She yawned, her sleepy peach blossom eyes brightening as she carefully examined Liu Qingzhu from head to toe:

"Tsk tsk tsk... When did Sister Qingzhu change her personality... This is not like Sister Qingzhu's style."

As she spoke, she handed over the cloak.

But her words made Liu Qingzhu blush and quickly broke free from Lin Ji's embrace while he was taking the cloak.

Bai Yu'er stepped forward and draped the cloak over Lin Ji, pressing her body close to his. Her full, soft breasts unconsciously rubbed against his arm. Suddenly, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, and her cherry-like lips parted slightly:

"Disrespectful to elders."

"What did you say?"

After saying this, Bai Yu'er turned to run away, but Lin Ji grabbed her.

"Oh dear! Old man... I was just talking nonsense."

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

"Smack..."

"Waaaah... Old man, you're bullying me."

……

Extra number! Extra number!

The morning light was bright.

A young man's voice came from outside the alley.

"Wealthy businessman Ma Jinbiao was found dead on the street last night; his associates claim the killer was a flying deity!"