Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

Chen Yi, carrying the iron box, did not return to the dock, but instead took a stroll around the Iron Body Martial Arts School.

Find a bathhouse, take off your clothes, and go in to wash.

Covered in blood, sticky and thick, it was really uncomfortable.

Iron Body Martial Arts School's bathroom is actually a shower room.

Chen Yi turned on the water valve, and clean water gushed out. He stood under the water to rinse himself.

As the blood plasma washed away from my body, the nauseating, sticky feeling finally disappeared.

After washing up, Chen Yi walked out of the bathroom.

A gust of wind blew outside, and he felt a refreshing coolness.

Nothing feels better than killing someone and then taking a shower.

Chen Yi looked around. The clothes on the ground were covered in blood and were definitely unwearable.

I need to find some clothes.

Although he feared nothing, neither the imperial court nor foreigners could intimidate him.

But there's no need to go out naked in broad daylight.

"I remember seeing a large room just now; it must have been Luo Ping's residence. His clothes must be quite nice."

Chen Yi walked into the Iron Body Martial Arts Hall.

Luo Ping was about the same size as him, and he could wear all the clothes.

Upon entering the inner room, a casual push caused the door lock to break.

Behind it lies a rather Western-style bedroom.

Clothes rack, wardrobe, full-length mirror, sofa, coffee table, gramophone.

Chen Yi walked to the table and turned on the phonograph.

The folk tunes from that period were immediately played.

"Flowers fall and water flows~"

Spring has vanished without a trace.

"Only the intoxicating east wind remains everywhere."

The melody is melodious and graceful, quite nice.

Then, Chen Yi walked to the wardrobe and opened it.

What appeared in his eyes were rows of hanging suits, shirts, and vests.

Below them were pairs of gleaming leather shoes.

Without a doubt, this is the wardrobe of an upper class, filled with elegance.

However, half of the wardrobe was partitioned off with wooden boards, specifically for hanging a suit and a pair of leather shoes.

There was also a transaction slip next to it.

Chen Yi took it and looked at it.

The handmade suit costing six thousand dollars and the custom-made leather shoes costing two thousand dollars were only delivered yesterday.

"This outfit alone is enough to keep all the dockworkers busy for a month or two."

Of course, this refers to the wages received by the laborers.

Chen Yi took out the suit and examined it. The fabric felt excellent to the touch, and there wasn't a single seam in sight. It truly lived up to its reputation as a top-quality handmade item costing six thousand dollars.

He wore a suit jacket and shiny leather shoes.

Chen Yi looked at himself in the full-length mirror next to him.

Wow.

What a fine gentleman!

This was a completely different appearance from the blood-covered demon in front of him, who was filled with murderous intent.

Furthermore, martial arts masters, unlike combat experts, do not have unnaturally muscular physiques.

But it's obviously much thicker than the average person's.

It can hold up a suit.

It possesses a beauty that combines gentlemanly elegance with strength.

"Not bad, not bad. Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. This is what a gang leader should look like."

After admiring the clothes and shoes in the wardrobe for a while, Chen Yi found a bag and packed it all up and took it with him.

After rummaging around for a bit, I found a box in the cabinet. Inside was a stack of large-denomination silver dollars.

He took all the silver dollars, put them in his pocket, and also took the phonograph with him.

Chen Yi left the room and returned to the banquet hall.

In the hall at this moment, the bloodstains had oxidized and turned black, exuding an eerie aura.

Chen Yi walked over, grabbed Luo Ping's leg, and dragged him outside.

While dragging Luo Ping along, he hummed a tune from that era along with the gramophone that was still playing.

We walked towards the dock.

Passersby encountered along the way saw Chen Yi dressed in a suit and tie, yet dragging along a person whose fate was unknown.

They quickly made way for Chen Yi, only daring to observe him from a distance after he had passed.

There were some respectable people who had attended Iron Body Martial Arts School banquets.

Looking at the person being dragged away, I felt that the person was somewhat familiar.

Upon closer inspection, his expression changed drastically.

My whole body is shaking.

His companion, standing nearby, asked with concern, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Should we call a doctor?"

"Look, look closely at the person being dragged," he said, pointing in Chen Yi's direction.

Upon hearing this, his companion looked closely at the person on the ground.

His eyes widened in surprise: "Isn't that Master Luo? Why is he being dragged away? Is he unconscious or dead?"

"How would I know?"

"Something's happened! Something really bad has happened!"

Chen Yi made no attempt to conceal his actions, dragging Luo Sheng away.

As a result, Master Luo, the owner of the Iron Body Martial Arts School, was apparently knocked unconscious and taken away.

The news gradually spread within a small circle of respectable people in the foreign concession.

But it was still broad daylight, and it wasn't yet time for the Iron Body Martial Arts School's evening banquet.

Therefore, the tragic state of affairs inside the Iron Body Martial Arts School has not yet been discovered.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have spread within a small circle of respectable people, but would have been like a thunderbolt, shaking the entire foreign concession and even Tianhai.

Warehouse Street.

A man in a suit and tie walked straight towards us.

The henchmen standing guard outside called out from afar, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

The other person did not reply, but strode over.

The henchman became wary and silently pressed his hand against the pistol at his waist.

If the other party doesn't speak, he'll draw his gun.

"What, you don't recognize me? Are you going to shoot me?"

Upon seeing the henchman's actions, the man finally reacted, glaring and cursing.

The henchman recognized the voice, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the other person's face. Sure enough, he saw a familiar face.

He quickly stood up straight and shouted, "Master Yi!"

Chen Yi walked over, cursing, "Are you going to shoot me, you brat?"

The henchman said guiltily, "Master Yi, I... I didn't see clearly. This is the first time I've seen you dressed like this."

Chen Yi, having reduced his strength, kicked him, causing him to stumble. He cursed, "Look carefully next time! This dress of mine is very expensive, you know? Six thousand silver dollars! You'll have to pay for it if you damage it!"

The henchman apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Master Yi."

"Alright, you're being cautious, but don't fire the gun recklessly. What if he's some upper-class mute who's come to discuss business with me? If you kill him, you'll lose a lot of money, which you can use for tea."

Chen Yi wasn't an unreasonable person; after kicking the henchman, he threw him a dollar.

With his current resistance, although he hasn't tried it directly, he's really not afraid of bullets.

He was afraid that his newly acquired, six-thousand-dollar handmade suit, which he hadn't even had a chance to wear properly, would be ruined.

That really breaks my heart.

Once the henchman received the silver dollar, he knew the matter was over, and the heaviness in his heart from Chen Yi's scolding turned into relief.

He grinned and said, "Master Yi, you look really good in that outfit. So classy. No wonder you're Master Yi, you're so impressive."

"Go away, stop flattering me."

Chen Yi kicked him again, threw Luo Ping's body down, and ordered, "Find a few people and hang him up there."

It refers to the matter of hanging corpses on poles.

The henchman shouted, "It's Master Yi!"

"Keep up the good work, I believe in you."

After offering a casual word of encouragement, Chen Yi walked into Warehouse Street.

"Hello, Mr. Yi."

"Master Yi looks really impressive in that outfit."

"Master Yi's outfit is so high-class."

Along the way, whenever they encountered Chen Yi's henchmen, they would flatter him and offer him compliments.

Chen Yi smiled and tossed a silver dollar to each of the sycophantic lackeys, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"If I'm not high class, who is?"