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

Chapter 88: The lawn-cutting game is so much fun!

"beggar?"

Shen Jinluan looked at Liu Qingzhu with a puzzled expression.

Liu Qingzhu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, as if he had guessed something, looked up at the thug, and said coldly:

"Let him in."

The thug hurriedly ran out.

From time to time.

A commotion came from outside the door.

"Hurry up, old beggar. If the advisor gets impatient, I might not be so polite to you."

"hurry up!"

however.

Footsteps outside the door remained slow.

The soles of the shoes scraped against the ground, making a "scratching" sound.

After a while, a beggar came in, carrying a ceramic pot and reeking of alcohol.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Liu Qingzhu's usually cold face flashed with surprise, and she uttered a name that surprised everyone:

"Young Master Liu!"

Lin Ji's pupils contracted slightly.

He had seen this person before.

That day, I passed by the entrance of Li Jinsi's car dealership.

The man was curled up on the ground.

Upon hearing Liu Qingzhu call out this person's name, a thought arose in Lin Ji's mind:

beggar!

"Master Liu."

The beggar stumbled and fell at the feet of the many thugs in the hall, but he was completely unaware. He raised his wine cup, took a sip of wine, and then scrambled to his feet.

With a swift movement, he snatched the foreign gun from a thug's body, tossed the ceramic pot in his hand into the air, and the foreign gun he had been carrying on his shoulder suddenly fired.

"Bang!"

The pottery jar exploded in mid-air.

A stream of clear water flowed out from it.

The beggar fell to the ground and rolled over, the clear stream spilling into his mouth.

"Cool!"

"What brings you here, Young Master Liu?" Liu Qingzhu asked in a cold, detached tone, seemingly unconcerned about the beggar's performing abilities.

The beggar lay on the ground, his mouth still reeking of alcohol: "The concession has just been established, and hundreds of beggars and vagrants have already disappeared from the city. Since the advisor is in the mood to settle accounts with the Japanese, this old beggar also wants to go and seek justice from the Japanese."

"Where did you get this information?" Liu Qingzhu asked instead of answering immediately.

This is also a concern for Lin Ji and Shen Jinluan.

Only a few people knew that he had taken the initiative to visit them.

There was absolutely no way this matter could have leaked out, so how could this old beggar know so much?

What if the plan is exposed?

Wouldn't these people be delivering themselves to the Japanese and losing their lives for nothing if they went looking for them?

"Hahaha, others may not know me, but Master Liu, you certainly do! Do you need to hear this information from others?" The beggar rummaged through his clothes before opening his cloudy eyes to look at the broken wine jug. He clicked his tongue, his tone full of regret. "Just tell me, do you need my help?"

Liu Qingzhu hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking:

"OK!"

Then she turned to Shen Jinluan and said, "Let's set off, Chief Shen."

……

Under the night.

Three teams advanced towards the east of the city from three different directions.

The beggar disappeared as soon as he left the Sea Dragon Gang's stronghold.

Liu Qingzhu told the two not to worry about his whereabouts and then went with them to the east of the city.

The moon was setting in the west.

The group finally arrived at the Japanese stronghold in the east of the city.

The three teams were all highly skilled.

They have all disappeared into the streets and alleys.

The area east of the city is barren.

Most of the houses on the street are low-rise.

Unlike the bustling south of the city, which has small buildings with two or even three stories.

Therefore, some sounds can be heard clearly.

In front of a large courtyard.

Two large iron doors open opposite each other.

A black Jeep was parked in front of the door.

The bright lights on the door made the moonlight in the sky seem much dimmer.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers in uniform stood in front of the gate, each with a samurai sword at their waist.

At the entrance, seven people dressed in loose kimonos were bowing at a ninety-degree angle.

The door of the black Jeep slowly opened.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit got out of the car.

Everyone exclaimed, "Prince Jingren!"

Prince!

Lin Ji was slightly taken aback.

The brothers of the Japanese Emperor?

Did the Japanese start laying the groundwork at this time?

Why would a prince be sent from just Jiangcheng?

in the dark.

King Jingren, pressing down his wide kimono, bowed slightly to the crowd.

"His Majesty the Emperor is aware of Takeda's martyrdom and will soon hold a funeral for him of the highest honors in the country."

"Our nation, Japan, will remember every hero who sacrificed their life for their country!"

Jingren spoke in a grand and dignified manner, and everyone who heard him wept bitterly.

Just then.

Jingren suddenly turned his head to the side.

A streak of black light brushed past his ear.

"call out!"

Although the black throwing knife did not hit Jingren, it pierced deeply into the chest of the person at the front of the team.

The man suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"who!"

Jingren suddenly turned around and stared into the darkness.

He reached up from his waist, raised his hand, and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

"Good idea!"

"That's the peak of internal strength!"

In the darkness, Liu Qingzhu's keen eyes immediately discerned Jing Ren's strength.

"Do it!" Liu Qingzhu ordered in a low voice.

"call out--"

Shen Jinluan pinched her hands together and held them to her mouth.

A melodious whistle escaped from her lips.

moment.

A total of twenty-four gun barrels emerged from the darkness.

"Bang!"

……

The flames lit up the entire sky.

This instantly disrupted the Japanese forces' formation completely.

Jingren ducked behind the jeep, but the rest of the people weren't so lucky.

Gunfire erupted.

Of the seven people who were there to greet him, only four managed to hide behind the jeep.

"Baka!"

These Japanese were well-trained; they formed a defensive line after only three breaths of panic.

A squad of musketeers peeked out from behind cover and opened fire in the direction where Lin Ji was hiding.

"I'm going to find that prince. You all be careful."

Liu Qingzhu left a sentence, drew a three-inch short sword from his waist, and crept out into the darkness.

The sounds of fighting gradually subsided.

The gun ran out of gunpowder.

Shen Jinluan shouted in a low voice, "Brothers, charge!"

The remaining less than ten members of the Sea Dragon Gang charged out.

"Old man, watch out!"

Then Shen Jinluan gave Lin Ji a deep look and also went out.

"The same to you."

Lin Ji followed closely behind.

Lin Ji did not choose any of the people behind the jeep, but instead rushed straight into the hundreds of Japanese soldiers.

He carried the samurai sword that Liu Qingzhu had brought back that day on his back.

The weapon itself isn't a good weapon, but the material is good material.

The samurai sword is drawn.

The narrow blade reflected the light onto Lin Ji's eyes.

His deep, predatory gaze, coupled with his thick white hair, terrified the Japanese soldiers, who retreated in fear.

Lin Ji's aura suddenly surged, and his aura swirled around him. With a "whoosh," his samurai sword sliced through the air and struck the Japanese soldier's face.

"The sword of Commander Takeda...it was him! He killed Commander Takeda!"

"what!"

The Japanese soldier had just uttered the words.

Lin Ji's samurai sword severed his head.

Lin Ji's blade flashed incessantly.

In the blink of an eye.

A dozen or so human heads flew into the sky.

"elder brother!"

Get out of the jeep.

One person stared at the samurai sword in Lin Ji's hand.

His face suddenly darkened, and he drew the same samurai sword from his waist as Lin Ji, ready to rush out.

At this time.