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

His eyes were fixed on the alley entrance, where the three burning rickshaws were reduced to skeletons, and the flames were much smaller than before.

"We have to push the car away!" Lu Qi shouted to Li Zuyi.

Another scream erupted behind him. Li Zu turned around and saw that seven or eight more Green Gang members who had been charging with them had been shot down by bullets from the wall.

The crowd was in complete chaos. Some people were lying down to avoid bullets by hiding behind piles of corpses, some were frantically banging on the door that had been engulfed by flames, and a few were still climbing the wall like madmen, only to be riddled with bullets and fall down.

The alleyway turned into a living hell.

Li Zuyi gritted his teeth and refused to look back.

He lashed out with his whip, grabbed a corpse from the ground, and hurled it against the wall.

The corpse knocked over two men in black, and he used the opportunity to rush forward seven or eight steps.

Lu Qi followed closely behind, and the two were less than twenty steps away from the alley entrance.

The heat from the flames hit me, making my skin sting.

The frames of the three rickshaws were burning red-hot, and the wheels had long since turned to ashes, leaving only the iron frames leaning precariously at the entrance of the alley.

"Attack together!" Li Zuyi roared, wrapping his soft whip around the frontmost vehicle frame and pulling it backward with force.

Lu Qi rushed to the frame, grabbed the scorching hot iron frame with both hands, and his palms sizzled and emitted plumes of smoke.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and pulled with all his might along with Li Zu.

The frame shifted, but couldn't be pulled apart.

Another vehicle frame was inserted diagonally behind it, and the two vehicles were tangled together, stuck against the wall, and could not be pulled out at all.

"Kick it away!" Lu Qi roared, his hands already a bloody mess.

The flames swirling opposite suddenly and eerily lowered for a moment.

As if an unseen force cleaved through the heatwave, several dark figures walked toward the charred ruins.

The faces of the two leaders were sometimes clear and sometimes ferocious in the leaping firelight. The one in front was tall and slender, and the firelight cut a sharp line between light and shadow on his face.

He glanced indifferently at the gruesome scene of corpses lying in the alley, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

The person who was half a step behind tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the long whip in Li Zuyi's hand, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Chen Che and Chen San stopped, their boots landing precisely on the edge of a pool of blood that had not yet congealed.

Chen Che's gaze passed over the burning vehicle frame and stared intently at Li Zuyi and Lü Qi.

Sun Congzhou stood three steps behind them in the shadows, without saying a word.

Only a few dozen figures remained active in the alley, mostly gang members with relatively high martial arts skills, barely managing to protect themselves amidst a web of bullets and flames.

Chen Che waved to Yu Ban on the wall, like a conductor's gesture. The hail of bullets instantly fell silent, with only a few sniper shots rang out as a warning to any foolish gang member who tried to rush towards the alley entrance.

"Li Zuyi, the leader of the Blazing Fire Hall, and Lü Qi, the leader of the Sharp Metal Hall, are both compassionate towards their soldiers and brave in battle. I admire you both," Chen Che said, clasping his hands in a fist salute. "But things have come to this point, and it would be futile to struggle any longer. Why don't you two leaders abandon the darkness and embrace the light? The four great families will certainly treat you with respect."

"Fuck your mother!" Li Zuyi cursed, and kicked the joint where the two rickshaws were stuck together. The rickshaws were kicked in half, revealing a passage.

Li Zuyi's snakeskin whip hissed as it lashed out at Chen Che's throat.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Chen San's figure blurred as he stood in front of Chen Che, his short blade meeting the long whip in Li Zuyi's hand. The whip coiled around the short blade a few times, and Chen San pulled hard, but the blade could not cut the whip.

Using the force of Chen San's pull, Li Zuyi exerted force with his feet, his figure suddenly became blurred, and in the next instant he was already in front of Chen San.

Chen Che turned to look at Sun Congzhou, who silently nodded.

Chen Che flicked his wrist lightly, and with two soft "tap" sounds, two tactical batons emerged from his sleeve, their three sections joined together by mortise and tenon joints.

The flames divided the alley into two halves, one bright and one dark.

Lu Qi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly straightened up. His hands were already a bloody mess, but when he slowly put a pair of brass knuckle dusters on his hands, his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

"You." Lu Qi raised his head and stared at Chen Che, his eyes like those of a trapped beast. "Come here."

On the other side, Li Zuyi's long whip and Chen San's short blade had already clashed.

Chen San moved with incredible speed, as fast as a shadow. The short blade in his hand was only about a foot long, but it transformed into a dazzling display of cold light, each strike grazing Li Zuyi's vital points.

He didn't seek to kill with a single blow, but rather to strike one after another, each strike faster than the last, like a relentless tide.

Li Zuyi's long whip was not ideal to use in this narrow alley, but he still managed to wield the nine-foot-long whip so skillfully that it was impenetrable.

The whip tip sometimes flicked like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Chen San's throat; at other times it swept across like an iron rod, forcing Chen San to dodge.

His whip technique was fierce and domineering, each lash possessing the power to split stone and shatter monuments. A strike to the wall would leave a deep mark, a strike to the ground would send shards of stone flying, and the bluestone slabs beneath his feet would be trodden with fine cracks.

Chen San dared not accept the challenge head-on.

He didn't back down either.

He was waiting for Li Zuyi to reveal a weakness.

Meanwhile, Lü Qi also made a move.

Without probing or feinting, Lü Qi stomped his feet on the ground, launching himself straight at Chen Che like a cannonball! His right fist, adorned with a brass knuckles, spun out from his waist, the wind from the punch already hitting Chen Che before it even arrived, pushing the flames around Chen Che to the sides.

Chen Che's eyes narrowed slightly.

He took a half step back, his short stick blocking his chest.

"clang!"

A deafening crash of metal colliding rang out, sending sparks flying!

Lu Qi's punch landed solidly on the tactical baton. Chen Che's arm jolted, his hand went numb, and he was pushed back three feet by the force of the punch.

Lu Qi gave him no chance to catch his breath, and followed up with a second punch that broke through the wind.

This punch was even lower, aimed directly at Chen Che's lower abdomen.

Chen Che pressed down with the end of his staff, barely managing to block it. But Lü Qi's third punch arrived, a sweeping left fist aimed straight at Chen Che's temple.

Chen Che dodged to the side, and with a flick of his three-section staff, the tip of the staff pointed towards Lü Qi's throat like a nimble snake.

Lu Qi neither dodged nor avoided, and his right fist slammed into the stick from below.

"clang!"

The tactical baton was smashed and bounced high into the air, leaving Chen Che wide open!

A cold glint flashed in Lü Qi's eyes. He gathered power in his left fist, aimed the four copper spikes on his knuckle duster at Chen Che's heart, and threw a punch.

If this punch lands, it will surely pierce through the chest.

At the critical moment, Chen Che firmly gripped the bluestone floor with both feet, and his body leaned backward, almost parallel to the ground.

Lu Qi's fist grazed past the tip of his nose, the force of the punch scraping blood from his face.

Chen Che tapped the ground behind him with his tactical baton, using the force to spring back like a taut bowstring.

Chen Che swept his left-hand stick across Lü Qi's neck, while his right-hand stick thrust straight at Lü Qi's ribs, both sticks striking simultaneously.

Illuminated by the flames, the dark staff resembled a black dragon awakening, its scales shimmering with a dark golden molten luster.