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

Shen Jinluan raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes at Lin Ji:

"The Fengxi gang had a Western-style medical clinic in the north of the city, and I took it over without hesitation."

Shen Jinluan lowered her raised left leg, held the pipe in her hand, and looked at Lin Ji with less of the flirtatious look and more of a serious expression:

"The people of the Fengxi gang are truly hateful. On the surface, they run clinics that treat illnesses and sell medicine, but in private... they do inhumane things for the Japanese."

Recalling the events of the past few days, Shen Jinluan frowned involuntarily. She glanced at Lin Ji, and seeing his deeply furrowed brows, she continued:

"The underground walls of the clinic are made of iron and copper, and there are three whole layers of them."

"As soon as we entered the underground, a stench mixed with disinfectant hit us. The dimly lit basement was full of illegally converted prison cells, and inside the cells were beggars and vagrants who had disappeared recently."

"Is there another floor?" Lin Ji asked.

"On the third underground level, the environment was surprisingly clean. There were two operating rooms, and the walls were filled with glass jars containing human organs. There was also a corpse on the operating table." Shen Jinluan was stunned, her eyes still showing shock.

"It can't be called a corpse; it's not completely dead yet."

"On the operating table, the emaciated body had its entire chest cavity cut open, the ribs were pulled apart by traction ropes on both sides, and several organs were missing from the chest cavity, with only the heart, which had expanded several times its size, still beating slowly."

As Shen Jinluan recalled the scene, she gripped her pipe tightly, a fierce glint in her eyes.

"A somewhat deranged Japanese doctor sat beside the operating table. His assistants held a knife to his neck, but he continued to mutter incantations and keep taking notes."

"What does it say on it?" Lin Ji's voice trembled slightly.

Shen Jinluan glanced at Lin Ji, noticing something was off about him, but didn't press for an explanation, and continued:

"After liver removal, the heart rate increased by thirty-two beats per second."

"After kidney removal, the heart rate increased by seventeen beats per second."

"Injecting neurotoxin caused the heart rate to decrease by 71 beats per second."

"After injecting the foreign blood agent, the heart expands 1.5 times, effectively resisting the toxin's erosion of the nerves, and the heartbeat returns to normal at 91 beats per second. The test subject loses consciousness and briefly obeys commands."

"As he wrote this... the Japanese doctor suddenly pulled a gun from inside his clothes and shot himself in the head, a bizarre smile on his face as he died." Shen Jinluan swallowed hard, gulping down her saliva. "How could foreigners be so insane!"

She looked at Lin Ji, whose eyes revealed a glint that suggested he already knew the true nature of the Japanese.

"The Japanese are training living suicide soldiers!" Lin Ji took a deep breath, unable to suppress the seriousness on his face, and turned to ask, "You said you're in trouble, is it because of this?"

Shen Jinluan was taken aback upon hearing this, but immediately understood the purpose of the Japanese experiment.

"Yes, the Gelaohui took action that very night and recaptured the hospital. They acted swiftly and decisively, and all the brothers stationed there were killed. I'm worried they might retaliate... so I'd like to ask you to join forces and strike first."

Shen Jinluan got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, took out a brand new long gown and handed it to Lin Ji. Finally, she made up her mind to join forces with Lin Ji.

"Okay!" Lin Ji took the long gown and nodded in agreement.

Shen Jinluan was taken aback.

With a hint of surprise in her peach blossom eyes, she looked at Lin Ji.

You agreed so readily?

She was all prepared.

"What did you say to the Green Robe Gang about this?" Lin Ji didn't see the change in Shen Jinluan's expression and started changing his clothes in front of her.

Shen Jinluan blushed slightly and glanced at Lin Ji with a hint of surprise.

The old man's skin became even more solidified.

"I've already sent someone to report it."

"Okay, I'm going out for a bit." After changing his clothes, Lin Ji looked out the window.

This matter is of great importance.

This is no longer something that a small Sea Dragon Gang and an old man like myself can handle.

Lin Ji flipped over and jumped out of the second-floor window, disappearing into the darkness.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Shen Jinluan's eyes, and she pulled her thighs, which were exposed outside the hem of her cheongsam, inward.

in the dark.

Lin Ji traveled all the way.

My mind was filled with Shen Jinluan's description.

Japanese!

Desperate!

In front of the welcoming building.

Lin Ji peered through the door panel.

The shopkeeper was fiddling with the keyboard in his hands, doing so idly.

Lin Ji noticed that no one was around.

He squeezed sideways into the hall.

Manager Liu looked up.

"Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

"We won't stop for a meal or stay at the inn." Lin Ji leaned forward and whispered the code he had heard from Wang Siwei that day into the innkeeper's ear.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's expression hardened, revealing a hint of difficulty.

Just then.

The curtain at the back door of Xinbinlou was slowly lifted.

"Shopkeeper, let him in."

Lin Ji looked up and saw the young man named Ziyi.

Lin Ji stepped forward and followed Zi Yi into the backyard.

"Old Master Lin, I haven't told you yet, but my surname is Chen." Chen Ziyi walked ahead in a low voice, then turned and asked, "It's only been two days since we last met, is there something you need to see Brother Zhao?"

"Some," Lin Ji replied simply.

inside the house.

The lights were dim and yellowish.

Several unfamiliar faces appeared.

Upon seeing Lin Ji enter, the group became more wary.

Lin Ji's gaze fell on the man in front of the table, and he couldn't help but take another look.

Why does this person look so much like Zhang Shijie?

"Old man."

Zhao Qiaosheng was overjoyed to see that the visitor was Lin Ji:

"Please rest for a while, sir. We still have things to discuss."

"Okay." Lin Ji stood aside without saying anything more.

Zhao Qiaosheng continued his previous remarks under the lamplight:

"A rough estimate suggests that nearly two hundred people have gone missing in Jiangcheng. Tell me the results of your investigation."

"Good!" Wang Siwei's injuries had mostly healed. Standing in the light, he spoke softly: "I had someone talk to the headmen of each alley about this matter, and we have a general idea of ​​where the missing person went. It's the Gelaohui."

"The Gelaohui?"

"They sided with the foreigners after just one round in the ring."

"Yes, foreigners must be behind them."

Inside the cabin, the group continued their discussion in hushed tones.

"Yes, let's continue our investigation in this direction. What exactly are they trying to do by kidnapping these missing people? Let's find out who's behind this."

Zhao Qiaosheng spoke up, silencing the crowd, and turned to look at the man who looked remarkably like Zhang Shijie:

"Shih-hao, your task is to continue distributing leaflets, inciting students to march, and spreading the word to put pressure on the authorities. With your identity as a guarantee, the foreigners can't do anything to you for the time being."

"Yes. I understand." The man nodded and clenched his fist.

"Shihao?" Lin Ji was puzzled, recalling how Xiao Jinglan had addressed Zhang Shijie as the second young master of the Zhang family.

Could it be... that this is the eldest son of the Zhang family?

"Let's call it a day then!" Zhao Qiaosheng stood up first and turned to face Lin Ji.

In the shadows.

Lin Ji's voice was old yet powerful.

"etc!"

"They're not Westerners, they're Japanese!"

Everyone was astonished.

Even Zhao Qiaosheng was no exception.

"A Japanese?"