Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

"Stop his, why should the others stop? Keep going."

Seeing that the executioners had all stopped, Chen Yi cursed.

The executioners received their orders and immediately continued their executions.

He raised his broadsword high and slashed down fiercely.

These were all veteran executioners; they knew exactly where the most vulnerable part of the neck was.

With one slash, the head rolled off, and blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain.

Local residents who brought children quickly covered the children's eyes to prevent them from developing psychological trauma.

However, most people stared intently at the headless corpse, confirming that the person was indeed dead.

"Excuse me, please make way."

Suddenly a commotion arose.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be several elderly women behind them, holding steamed buns in their hands and squeezing in.

The women looked thin, but they were surprisingly strong, pushing the crowd aside.

He rushed to the corpse like a madman, dipping a steamed bun into the still-hot blood.

Then he turned and left, beaming with joy as he went: "My son is saved! My son is saved!"

"My husband's illness will be cured."

"This time, my wife will definitely give birth to a big, healthy boy."

Upon hearing their words, the onlookers suddenly realized what had happened and remembered this universal folk remedy, which had not been used for a long time since it was changed to execution by firing squad.

They hurriedly went to find steamed buns, then rushed to the corpse to dip them in blood.

"Hurry, hurry, it won't work if you're too late and the blood gets cold."

This madness was so intense that even armed henchmen couldn't stop it.

"Master Yi, this..." Qin Tianqi frowned.

He remained unfazed even when commanding gang members and police officers to engage in a firefight.

I was stunned by the scene of ignorance before me.

"Don't worry about it. Blame the imperial court. If they set up more schools so everyone can get an education, this wouldn't have happened," Chen Yi said.

Upon hearing Chen Yi's words, Qin Tianqi nearly choked on his saliva and said helplessly, "Master Yi, how could everyone possibly study?"

"That's possible." Chen Yi didn't elaborate on the topic.

It's pointless for a gang leader to say all this.

He jumped onto the platform in a few steps and looked at the big boss kneeling on the ground.

The boss saw his colleague, who had been enjoying himself with him just a few days ago, now beheaded and bleeding all over the ground.

His face was as white as plaster on a wall.

"When someone dies, someone will be afraid. When people are afraid, they will be willing to speak. You have something to say," Chen Yi said.

"Master Huo, it's related to Master Huo," the boss said hurriedly.

He was genuinely terrified; his legs trembled violently.

Just as Chen Yi said, he was willing to say anything as long as he could live.

"Tell me about it," Chen Yi said.

The big boss didn't even dare to ask if he could be spared, saying, "I've received word that foreigners have connections in the martial arts world, and they might poison Master Huo."

"Poisoning? What kind of poison? Who poisoned it?" Chen Yi asked.

The mention of poisoning, coupled with the surname Huo, gave him a sense of déjà vu.

So I believed most of it.

The big boss swallowed hard and said, "I don't know, but I have connections overseas. I can inquire around. There's no one in Tianhai with more connections than me. I..."

Chen Yi slapped him on the forehead.

The boss's head was slapped halfway into his chest, silencing him.

Undeniably, the fact that the big boss's tobacco shop could become the largest in Tianhai suggests he must know many suppliers.

Those suppliers must be large families overseas as well.

But to say that they could find out the specific actions and personnel arrangements against Master Huo through this connection is rather laughable.

Therefore, the so-called connections of the big boss are only used for supplying goods.

"Connections? What use are your connections to me? To buy and sell cigarettes?"

Chen Yi withdrew his hand.

He began to think about it.

Master Huo of the Great Xuan Dynasty is comparable to a battleship.

Its strength far surpassed that of Master Huo in his memory.

As for poisoning, as long as it serves as a warning to Master Huo, that's enough.

Of course, for an ordinary martial arts master to meet Master Huo would be an extremely difficult task.

Even the heads of the three major martial arts schools might not be able to meet Master Huo.

But he did have a chance.

Since the Extreme Path is something that concerns the overall situation of the Great Xuan Dynasty, Master Huo will definitely come to check on the situation, and then we will be able to make contact with the other party.

We can remind you then.

"Poisoning Master Huo must be for the sake of the challenge from the Fighting Association. There are still six months until that battle, so poisoning can't be done so quickly. There's still plenty of time," Chen Yi thought to himself.

When a martial arts master reaches the point of internal organ training, their skills penetrate deep into their organs, significantly increasing their resistance to toxins.

Ordinary toxins are just like spicy snacks to Lian Zang.

Not to mention, Master Huo is two major realms higher than Lian Zang.

To kill him instantly with poison, the poison would have to be so potent that it would bubble and emit a pungent, fishy odor that could be smelled hundreds of meters away.

Therefore, it can only be some kind of chronic toxin.

Even if the poisoning is successful, nothing will happen if you give a warning in advance.

There's no need to worry too much about this.

"Don't just stand by and watch, cut off his head too, or people will say I'm being unfair," Chen Yi said to the stunned executioner beside him.

The executioners rushed over to deal with the boss. Several of them grabbed his head and pulled hard, finally managing to pull his head out of his chest.

Then he swung his sword and beheaded him.

His head rolled out and landed among the other opium den owners.

The executions were completed, not one more, not one less.

Then, he stood on the platform and began to speak.

He spoke with the force of a martial arts master, and when he heard it, it sounded like a resounding bell.

"Gentlemen, I am Chen Yi from the dock gang. From now on, I will set all the rules for this dock area. The imperial court's words will have no effect."

Currently, there is only one rule at the dock: never touch white smoke, whether for sale or for smoking.

Once discovered, their fate will be the same as theirs.

Chen Yi pointed to the headless corpses in front of him, and their heads that had rolled down in front of them.

No threat is as effective as these corpses.

The people had different expressions; some were happy that someone had finally come to manage the white smoke.

Some people also worried that the dock gang was so powerful that they didn't even respect the imperial court. If they started doing evil deeds, would anyone be able to stop them?

Some people knew about the dock gangs, who organized strikes, cleaned up opium dens, and clashed with the police. They felt that foreigners were powerful and the government was incompetent, and that these gangsters were the ones who truly cared about the state of the world.

People have different opinions.

Chen Yi was too lazy to guess, nor would he try.

They have no intention of discussing with them how to operate the dock.

He just needs to shape the dock into the way he wants it to be.

"Lewis, how's the filming going?" Chen Yi called out to the person next to him.

On the side of the platform, Lewis set up his camera, and the flash went off frequently.

Just then, he heard Chen Yi call his name.

Lewis looked up from his camera, gave a thumbs-up, and said, "Mr. Chen, all the photos are taken. We just need the newspaper's copy machine to print them into a newspaper."

Chen Yi said, "Don't worry, you'll have those machines."