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

Gu Yanqiu saw Lin Ji from afar, her eyes lit up, she straightened up, and walked down the steps. She looked Lin Ji up and down carefully, her eyes filled with worry.

"Uncle Lin, were you not in the martial arts hall last night?"

Lin Ji flicked his sleeves, showing off his brand-new clothes: "Haha, it's not in the Martial Arts Hall."

"Hey, wasn't this concession just demarcated? The old man tidied up the things in the old courtyard in the east of the city." Lin Ji waved his sleeves, sighed, and walked straight into the martial arts hall.

"Ahem!" Gu Yanqiu coughed lightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Uncle Lin, have you forgotten? Your hidden strength has already been exposed?"

Lin Ji stopped abruptly and clicked his tongue softly.

How could he have forgotten about that?

Lin Ji turned around again and gave an embarrassed smile: "I guess I'm just getting old."

"Uncle Lin, you went to the east of the city last night, didn't you? A lot of refugees broke into the streets and alleys of the south of the city last night. Tonight, I heard that the Japanese stronghold in the east of the city was attacked at night. This matter is related to you, isn't it?" Gu Yanqiu was as straightforward as ever, and looked at Lin Ji with his smile gone.

After glancing at Gu Yanqiu's spirited features, Lin Ji no longer hid it. This girl was quite familiar with Liu Qingzhu, and he would find out about this sooner or later.

"How is Qingzhu? Is she alright?" Gu Yanqiu asked worriedly, then muttered to herself, "You good-for-nothing Liu Qingzhu, you didn't even call me when something good happened."

Lin Ji nodded slowly, but then he looked up at Gu Yanqiu. This girl had been waiting for him at the entrance of the martial arts hall so early in the morning; she must have something to ask him: "Instructor Gu, did you wait for me for something?"

Gu Yanqiu nodded slightly, took out a letter wrapped in kraft paper from the hidden pocket of her plain-colored training clothes, unfolded the letter, and handed it to Lin Ji.

Lin Ji looked at it with a puzzled expression. The handwriting on the letter was delicate and beautiful, yet it also showed signs of age.

It is a letter home.

A letter from Gu Yanqiu's home.

The letter was filled with longing and concern for his daughter.

Finally, there was a sense of surprise, shock, confusion, and anticipation.

"Yanqiu, you're not joking about your mother, are you?"

"When are you coming back?"

Gu Yanqiu gently raised her fingers and took the letter from Lin Ji's hand: "Uncle Lin, I borrowed a car from Wu Tang, and I asked the principal for leave. We'll set off this morning."

"morning?"

Lin Ji suddenly looked up, still somewhat incredulous.

Are we really going to see our granddaughter?

He never imagined that he would see his granddaughter again one day.

"Yes, my home is in Xincheng next door, and the Martial Arts Hall doesn't provide us with a driver. My driving skills aren't very good yet, so we need to set off immediately. If we're fast, we can still make it back to the Martial Arts Hall tonight." Gu Yanqiu said, already heading towards the Martial Arts Hall.

"Okay, okay!" Lin Ji agreed repeatedly and followed Liu Qingzhu to the backyard of the martial arts hall.

Inside the carport in the backyard.

Several black Buick cars were parked there.

Lin Ji followed Gu Yanqiu straight to one of the cars.

"Gurgle!"

"Gurgle!"

Gu Yanqiu seemed quite inexperienced, failing to start the car on his first two attempts.

Lin Ji, sitting in the passenger seat, slowly said, "Don't rush. First, depress the clutch, then shift to neutral, and then start the engine."

Gu Yanqiu glanced at Lin Ji with a puzzled look, then turned around and began to follow Lin Ji's instructions.

"Boom!"

The vehicle started.

Gu Yanqiu's face lit up with joy, and she turned to look at Lin Ji: "Uncle Lin, you can drive?"

Lin Ji blushed slightly, looking at the buttons on the car's center console: "I do know a little bit about them."

"You're being too modest." Gu Yanqiu started the car, and it slowly drove out of the city.

……

Inside the governor's mansion.

Commander Chen Tianze paced back and forth in the conference room.

"Commander, a call from the provincial capital."

The adjutant held a dial-up phone in front of him.

"Hey, General."

Chen Zetian quickly took the phone, and a deep, stern shout came from the other end:

"Chen Zetian, you can't even manage a small city like Jiangcheng?"

"You've caused so much trouble."

"Do you know that Prince Jingren was the most promising prince to compete for the next Emperor of Japan? He's dead. Do you think Jiangcheng will be any better off? Don't think I don't know that you deliberately let those vicious thugs run rampant in Jiangcheng. At least have some restraint. It's better than what those Japanese and Westerners think."

The person on the other end of the phone cursed twice, but seeing that Chen Zetian remained silent,

"The Japanese troops stationed in the provincial capital, along with the Sixth Prince of Japan, will arrive in Jiangcheng soon to personally oversee Prince Jingren's case. This time, you must capture that Zhao Qiaosheng for me, no matter what!"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone before the voice continued, "At least bring back a decent scapegoat!"

"Yes, General!"

Chen Zetian then uttered three words.

"Click!"

A busy signal came from the other end of the phone.

Chen Zetian handed the dialer to his adjutant, his gaze sharp as he looked out the window.

"Zacks, didn't you want the land in the east of the city? Let's see how you deal with that now."

……

The headquarters of the Green Robe Gang.

A large mansion in the south of Jiangcheng.

"Killed Prince Jingren?"

Du Qingyi's purple clay teapot froze in mid-air. She abruptly turned to look at Liu Qingzhu in the hall: "That Prince Jingren is a genuine peak-level expert in internal energy cultivation!"

Liu Qingzhu nodded slowly and said in a cold voice, "It was killed."

Du Qingyi scrutinized Liu Qingzhu, her eyes filled with disbelief: "You mean, you, along with the Sea Dragon Gang and the Alliance, handled this matter?"

Seeing that Liu Qingzhu seemed unwilling to speak, Du Qingyi withdrew her gaze, sat back down in her armchair, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"There must be another expert involved, otherwise, with Jingren's late-stage internal strength, this would be difficult. Since the advisor is unwilling to tell me, I will not ask."

"Boss, what are your plans next?" With Jiangcheng in chaos, Liu Qingzhu was more concerned about the fate of the Green Robe Gang.

"Now, this is going to be interesting."

Liu Qingzhu asked in confusion, "What do you mean by that, Chief?"

"Most of the eastern part of the city is the territory of the Gelaohui. Now that Japan has suffered a blow, that guy Zack will definitely not let go of this fat piece of meat in the eastern concession easily." Du Qingyi put down the purple clay teapot and looked into the courtyard through the front hall.

"I've already given the orders, Gelaohui. This time, I want to see how they manage to survive in this three-way attack."

……

It was almost noon.

Lin Ji and his companion finally arrived at the edge of Xincheng after a bumpy journey.

Lin Ji had mentally criticized Gu Yanqiu's driving skills countless times.

If there's a pit, go for it.

There are piles climbing up.

Simply.

Lin Ji became the helmsman of this jeep.

"Uncle Lin, you really know how to drive? Your skills are much better than those of the instructors at the martial arts school."

"I'm a hundred years old, what can't I do?" Lin Ji explained his unreasonable behavior with his usual routine.

"We'll reach Xincheng soon, please walk this way," Gu Yanqiu pointed out the road to Lin Ji.

Lin Ji suddenly turned the steering wheel, and a city appeared hazily before the two of them.

however.

Both of them were shocked.

"Someone's there!"

The road into the city was blocked by two rows of wooden barricades.

Behind the barricades stood a group of heavily armed and well-equipped Japanese soldiers.

"Who goes there! Stop right there!"

He saw a black car.

The dark muzzle of the gun was suddenly pointed at Lin Ji and his companion.