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

"Beep beep..."

The sound of a truck horn rang out outside the warehouse.

The warehouse door rattled.

The iron gates opened from both sides, revealing the scene inside the warehouse.

The dim incandescent lights failed to fully illuminate the warehouse, leaving the entire warehouse dark and gloomy.

There were many incandescent lamps in the warehouse, and the tungsten filaments inside were extremely hot due to prolonged use.

When the warehouse doors open in both directions,

A wave of scorching heat rushed into the car window.

"say!"

A dagger was pressed against the driver's back near the car door, and a very low voice was heard.

"I'm so sleepy! Hurry up, I'm going back to sleep after I finish this delivery."

"Old Wang, isn't your business better than ours? Driving isn't tiring at all, we've been working two all-nighters here."

Below the window, a man in a dark gray short-sleeved shirt, slightly dusty, peered in through the window. He exchanged a glance with the driver, casually glanced inside, then turned back to look at the driver.

"Did you hear? Another shipment is arriving tomorrow."

"Never heard of it, let me in right now."

The driver ignored him, cursed, and yawned.

"Hey, you're so boring, come on in."

The man in the dark gray short-sleeved shirt looked displeased, waved his hand, and signaled the driver to drive into the cabin.

"Gurgle!"

The truck engine started, the vehicle hummed, and it slowly drove into the warehouse.

The dim yellow light shone into the car through the windows.

A dagger was pressed against the driver's waist.

The driver's face was covered in large beads of sweat, and even his hands gripping the steering wheel were trembling slightly.

This driver was the one who had been knocked unconscious by Zhao Qiaosheng and his group earlier.

He was being forced into the warehouse by Zhao Qiaosheng with a dagger.

"Sir, I know your Tongmenghui is known for punishing evil and upholding justice, but I don't have the final say in this opium trafficking business. I'm just a driver, so please let me go."

Zhao Qiaosheng, who was crouching down with a dagger in his hand, ignored his pleas and peered out the window, his gaze falling on the exhausted laborers inside the warehouse, their steps unsteady.

"Why are these laborers still working so late?"

The driver's pleading expression faltered, and after a moment's hesitation, he began to explain:

"The Zhang family withheld three months' salary. If they dare not come tonight, the Zhang family will deduct those three months' salary."

In the dim light, Zhao Qiaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in his long, narrow eyes:

"Exploiting fellow countrymen and humiliating the people—how is this any different from the behavior of foreigners?"

……

"Old Wang, just stop here."

Outside the window, the man in the short jacket directed the vehicles to park, then turned and shouted loudly at the laborers inside the warehouse:

"Hurry up, last truckload, unload and go home to rest."

Outside the vehicle, the laborers all looked up.

His eyes were dull and lifeless; he could almost be described as a walking corpse.

A flash of hatred crossed Zhao Qiaosheng's eyes. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock the driver unconscious, two figures emerged from the bottom of the warehouse, chatting and laughing.

"Foreigners?"

One of them, dressed in a black satin short jacket, had one hand behind his back and was holding a pair of clips. Yet, he wore a slightly obsequious expression and bowed to the foreigner beside him. It looked extremely strange.

The other man, dressed in a black suit and wearing a top hat, held a walking stick in both hands, a satisfied smile on his face, and occasionally glanced down at the person next to him and said something.

"He's a foreigner."

The driver, thinking the menacing figure beside him was questioning him, hurriedly began to explain:

"I heard that most of the Zhang family's businesses have foreigners backing them up."

Zhao Qiaosheng's eyes narrowed, and he delivered a karate chop to the back of the driver's neck, causing the driver's head to tilt and his body to fall to the side.

"Old Wang... get out of the car quickly, the boss and the others have prepared a late-night snack, have a bite and go back to rest."

Seeing that the driver was not getting out of the car for a long time, the man in the short jacket frowned, took a few steps forward, and prepared to check.

"Brothers, get ready to go."

Zhao Qiaosheng leaned back and shouted towards the rear window of the driver's seat.

Lin Ji was among them.

Lin Ji had exceptional hearing and overheard the entire conversation between Zhao Qiaosheng and the driver. He learned that the Zhang family had colluded with foreigners to poison the people with opium.

The ugly face of the wealthy man surnamed Zhang in the courtroom eighty years ago resurfaced in Lin Ji's mind.

Lin Ji couldn't help but grit his teeth slightly, his blood surging within him.

Since his age has reverted to seventy, Lin Ji's mindset has changed. He no longer takes a calm attitude towards everything as he used to.

"What a Zhang family! Today, this old man is not only avenging myself, but also for the people of Jiangcheng."

Lin Ji thought to himself and followed the others as they filed out of the carriage.

The Tongmenghui sent a total of seven people, including Zhao Qiaosheng.

Apart from Zhao Qiaosheng, who was at the Dark Force level, the comrade who had previously provided the warehouse idea had also entered the Bright Force level. The other five were all at the Bone Refining level.

Including Lin Ji, there is a total of one hidden strength cultivator, two visible strength cultivators, and five bone refiners.

A small warehouse.

The gatekeepers were all small fry, and there were fewer than ten of them in total.

Seeing so many people pour out of the truck with a "whoosh" was enough to terrify them.

Lin Ji ignored the miscellaneous fish and green skins.

As soon as her heels touched the ground, her eyes glanced at the middle-aged man in the satin jacket.

The man looked more like the wealthy man surnamed Zhang from back then than Zhang Shijie.

Lin Ji twisted his foot, causing his blood and qi to surge, and the dust on the ground rippled outwards from Lin Ji as the center.

next moment.

Lin Ji shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

In just a few breaths, he arrived in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man and the Westerner were horrified when they saw several figures rush out of the truck. They hid at a distance and watched the truck. They were shocked to find that the thugs who rushed out of the truck were heading straight for them.

"Mr. Zhang, what's going on...?"

The foreigner stumbled backward in panic, shouting in terror at the middle-aged man beside him.

"Please calm down, the Jiang family will handle this..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Lin Ji's ghostly figure had already arrived, his white hair flying wildly, terrifying beyond belief. His withered hand reached out and gripped the man's neck.

"Are you a member of the Zhang family?"

The man's face flushed red as he struggled to utter a single word: "Yes."

Lin Ji suddenly loosened his grip and narrowed his eyes.

The other person reached up to cover their neck, their eyes showing no fear but only contempt.

"Why are you saying the Zhang family is scared? You cowards!"

Lin Ji ignored his words, his eyes sharpened, and he pressed on with a question:

"Who is Zhang Guangzhen to you?"

The man was visibly taken aback, seemingly not expecting such a question, and asked in a puzzled tone:

"You recognize my grandfather?"

Lin Ji's expression remained unchanged, his eyes as calm as still water, as he reached out and gripped the man's neck once more.

"You can go die now!"

Then Lin Ji twisted his wrist.

"Click!"

The man's neck bones were crushed.

Lin Ji casually put the body down, and it fell to one side.

The foreigner, who had retreated quite a distance, watched as the man was killed in seconds. Trembling, he pulled a syringe from his pocket and was about to inject himself with it.

Lin Ji moved his feet and pounced again.

A straight punch, like a mountain-piercing blow, came from a distance.

The distance of two or three zhang was covered in the blink of an eye.

boom!

The foreigner was thrown away and crashed heavily to the ground, his syringe rolling on the floor.

The seven members of the Tongmenghui had already dealt with the miscellaneous fish and were inspecting the opium goods in the warehouse when they saw this scene and all looked up.

"Brother Zhao, who is this old man... he's so irritable."

Zhao Qiaosheng also looked suspicious, as this was completely different from the father-in-law he remembered.

Zhao Qiaosheng glanced at Lin Ji, then turned to the others and said, "We'll talk about it later. The goods have been found; once they're found, they're ready to be loaded onto the truck!"

"Found it!"

In a corner of the warehouse, the expert called out to the crowd.

"Okay, hurry up, load it up and let's go."

Zhao Qiaosheng was the first to rush towards the wooden crates containing opium. Just as he lifted a crate of opium, a sharp shout echoed throughout the warehouse behind him.

"grandson!"