A Life of Attributes Starting as a Nobleman in the Republic of China Era

The embroidered ball that Wang Jian tossed high into the air tumbled, its red silk shimmering like a burning cloud in the firelight. Before it even hit the ground, it was struck by a bullet mid-air.

"boom!"

Another loud bang.

This explosion was far more violent than the previous one, with flowing flames scattering in all directions like a shower of flowers. The spilled liquor ignited instantly, and a sea of ​​fire roared up, spreading simultaneously from the center of the alley to both ends, instantly engulfing half of the narrow lane.

The fire was most intense at the entrance to the inner hall.

The wooden door frame had been ignited, flames licking at the door panel and crackling. The group of men in blue robes had nowhere to retreat, their backs pressed against the scorching door panel, desperately pounding on it and shouting hoarsely.

"Open the door!"

"We're on the same side! Open the door!"

"Boss! Boss, save us!"

There was complete silence inside the door; there was no response.

More and more people tried to break down the door, crowding into the narrow area at the entrance. In front of them was a sea of ​​fire, and behind them was the tightly closed door. Gunfire continued from the high walls on both sides, and people were shot and fell every second.

"Charge towards the alley entrance!"

Li Zuyi's voice boomed from the center of the crowd. He was engulfed in flames, half of his sleeve was burned off, and the exposed flesh on his arm was charred black.

The five hundred men here are all elite members of the Green Gang, and also his brothers who share his life day and night.

His eyes were bloodshot as he frantically swatted at the flames leaping from his body, then jumped onto the rickety octagonal table and hissed as he pointed toward the alleyway.

"Follow me and rush to the alley entrance!"

His voice abruptly stopped.

Because he saw it too...

At the entrance of the alley, three rickshaws loaded with hay were pushed side by side into the narrow alley.

The man in black pushing the rickshaw let go and turned to run. The rickshaw slid down the slope at the alley entrance, getting faster and faster. The hay on the rickshaw was already soaked in kerosene, emitting a pungent smell in the air.

The moment the flames on the ground touched the rickshaw's wheels, "Whoosh!"

Flames climbed up the wheels, instantly igniting the entire cart of hay. The flames shot skyward, completely blocking the alleyway entrance.

The moment the flames on the ground touched the rickshaw's wheels, they burst into flames with a "whoosh."

Flames quickly climbed up the wheels, igniting the entire cart of hay in the blink of an eye. The flames shot into the sky, completely blocking the alleyway.

A wall of fire stood in front, and a sea of ​​fire followed behind. Gunshots rang out from the high walls on both sides, like popping beans, incessantly.

Li Zuyi stood on the octagonal table, watching helplessly as the three burning rickshaws at the alley entrance completely blocked his last chance of survival.

Flames licked the brick wall at the alley entrance, and waves of heat hit him. Even from dozens of steps away, he could feel his beard and hair being roasted and curled slightly.

"Put it on the wall!"

He shouted hoarsely, pointing to the high wall.

Before the words were even finished, the gun barrels of the men in black on the wall all lowered and swept towards the disciples in blue robes who were trying to climb up.

How can flesh and blood outrun bullets? The first seven or eight people to leap up were riddled with bullets in mid-air before they even reached the edge of the wall. Their bodies crashed down, crushing several people behind them.

Li Zuyi stared intently at the three burning rickshaws at the alley entrance, then turned to look at the tightly closed door inside.

The flames on the door panel had already licked the lintel, and the wood was crackling and popping as it burned.

The room remained deathly silent, without any movement.

Wang Jian is inside.

"Boss!"

Someone was still desperately pounding on the door, their voices hoarse from shouting, their hands bloodied and mangled.

"Stop shouting!"

Shen Hai, the leader of Gengtu Hall, kicked the man away and threw the wine jar in his hand into the air. He sank slightly, then suddenly leaped up.

While in mid-air, he lightly tapped the wine jar for leverage and lunged straight at the gun-wielding man in black on the high wall.

Gunfire erupted again, all aimed at Shen Hai.

Shen Hai, nicknamed "Water Hawk," was famous for his lightness skills and quick wit, which made him a favorite of Wang Jian.

He unleashed all the lightness skills he had honed over twenty years. His body darted like a hawk, barely dodging the first volley of bullets. He tapped the wall three times with his toes, somehow managing to rise more than ten feet higher before landing steadily on top of it.

The man in black on the wall clearly hadn't expected anyone to be able to rush up through the hail of bullets, and hurriedly turned his gun around.

late.

Shen Hai flicked his right arm, and two short knives slid out from his sleeve. The blades were narrow as willow leaves, gleaming with a cold, bluish light.

He crossed his hands, and two short knives flew out of his grasp.

Two screams rang out almost simultaneously. Two men in black on the wall collapsed, clutching their throats, their Mauser rifles falling to the ground.

The Mauser rifle fell into the alley, and two Green Gang members rushed up to pick it up and fired at the wall.

Wang Jian held a grand banquet for his guests. Only a few disciples guarding the alley entrance were carrying heavy firearms, but they had all been dealt with by the men in black.

The remaining two hundred or so Green Gang members then realized what was happening. Those carrying concealed weapons pulled out flying stones, copper coin darts, and sleeve arrows; a few even had pistols in their pockets, and they all hurled them at the wall.

In an instant, the alley was filled with the sounds of hidden weapons whistling through the air, mixed with gunshots from the walls and the howling of flames, weaving together a web of death.

Shen Hai darted and weaved across the wall, his movements as elusive as a ghost. Lacking a suitable weapon, he could only rely on his agility to dodge oncoming bullets while searching for an opportunity to seize another rifle.

"Master Shen, take this!"

Li Zuyi's voice came from the alley. He raised his hand, and a short sword made of fine steel flew out of his hand, heading straight for the top of the wall.

Shen Hai sidestepped a volley of bullets, reached out, and caught the short knife steadily. The moment the knife was in his hand, his demeanor changed abruptly.

When he was empty-handed, he was just a nimble bird; now that he has the knife in his hand, he is a fierce tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep.

With a loud shout, Shen Hai leaped up and charged towards the densest concentration of men in black.

Suddenly, a tall, slender figure blocked his way. The newcomer was carrying a gleaming black rifle, seemingly made entirely of metal, the model of which Shen Hai couldn't discern.

The gun was more than half a foot longer than a regular Mauser rifle, with a thicker barrel and a dark muzzle as thick as an adult's thumb. The hand holding the gun had distinct knuckles and was as steady as a rock.

The person who came was Yu Ban.

Shen Hai did not retreat or dodge; instead, he rushed towards Yu Ban's gun barrel.

The dagger flashed a cold light across the night sky, aiming straight for Yu Ban's throat!

Yu Ban's pupils contracted slightly.

Shen Hai's lunge was a suicidal move—using his own life to gain a chance to get close.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

Shen Hai's body twisted suddenly in mid-air as he lunged forward, a bullet grazing his shoulder and kicking up a cloud of blood.

His shoulder was ripped open, the flesh rolled back, revealing the white bone.

But he didn't stop, not even frown.

He pushed off the roof tiles with his feet, accelerating again and crashing straight into Yu Ban!

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Li Ban wanted to fire again, but it was too late. The rifle was too long and would only become a hindrance at close range.

He acted decisively, sweeping the butt of his rifle horizontally towards Shen Hai's temple!