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

The main hall's doors were tightly shut, and the narrow alleyway leading to it was littered with corpses. Some were charred black, others riddled with bullet holes, riddled with bullets.

"Aren't you going to get lost?" Chen Che looked around and shouted coldly.

Those gang members who had miraculously survived were overjoyed upon hearing this. They helped each other up and limped towards the alley entrance.

As the dozens of gang members who were still alive gathered together, a burst of rapid gunfire suddenly rang out from the top of the wall, and the figures fell one after another with screams.

Chen Che looked up, about to question Yu Ban, when Chen San tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Young Master, we can't leave any survivors."

On this side, the low growl of the half-human, half-beast only rang out once before abruptly ceasing. Only the crackling sound of flames devouring wood remained in the narrow alley.

The moonlight, like a knife, coldly sliced ​​through the night sky.

Just then, the roof of the Green Gang headquarters suddenly exploded.

With a loud "bang," shattered tiles flew everywhere. It was as if an invisible giant hand had pierced through the center of the roof from the inside.

Smoke and dust swirled along the edge of the hole, as if something inside was breathing. The breathing was heavy and slow, each breath causing the smoke and dust to fall and rise.

A streak of blue light tore through the night, and Wang Jian's figure stood beside the hole, three feet away from the opening.

The moonlight, like a ribbon, cascaded down behind him like a silver waterfall. In the glow of the flames in the alley, his silhouette was edged with a cold, flickering silver.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and the air around him seemed to be crushed and compressed by an invisible hand, forming a transparent turbulence that could be seen with the naked eye.

Wang Jian slightly raised his right foot, as if to take a step, but then stopped.

My toes touched a patch of rubble no bigger than the palm of my hand.

On the opposite wall, a dozen gunmen were aiming their guns, the dark muzzles all pointed at the middle-aged man standing on the roof with his back to the moon.

The rubble gleamed with a cold, bluish-gray light under the moonlight, its edges sharp as blades.

He kicked it, like casually kicking away a pebble in the way while walking down the street.

The rubble shot out.

too fast!

"puff."

A man in black suddenly jerked his head back, revealing a bloody hole in the center of his forehead. Debris pierced through the back of his head, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist.

"puff."

The second one, in the same location, with the same blood mist.

"puff."

The third one.

Three bursts of blood mist erupted almost simultaneously, and three corpses fell from the wall, still clutching their guns, unable to pull the trigger until their deaths.

"Fire!" Yu Ban's voice boomed through the night.

The gunmen on the wall finally came to their senses.

More than a dozen tongues of fire spewed out simultaneously, and bullets rained down on the figure standing on the roof with his hands behind his back.

Wang Jian didn't move. He simply raised his hand slightly, his right hand sweeping the wide sleeve of his robe in front of him.

The bullets struck his sleeves with a soft thud, unable to penetrate any further, and crashed onto the roof tiles with a clang.

Yu Ban then saw clearly that Wang Jian's left hand, which should have been severed at the shoulder, was completely intact.

The left sleeve shattered into pieces in the explosion, and the left arm, exposed in the moonlight, was covered with a layer of bluish-green scales, like the skin of some cold-blooded animal.

"You guys go first!" Yu Ban ordered the men in black behind him.

He bit his lower lip, jumped down from the wall, and stood side by side with Sun Congzhou, Chen Che, and Chen San.

Wang Jian lowered his eyes and looked at his left arm, which was covered with green scales.

The scales twitched, making a very faint rustling sound, like a snake's tongue slicing through a withered leaf.

"You did a great job," he suddenly said, his voice so calm it sounded like self-mockery. "I underestimated you."

As Wang Jian finished speaking, the alley became so quiet that you could hear a needle hitting the ground.

Sun Congzhou suddenly raised the tip of his sword, the blade drawing a cold arc in the moonlight.

The sound of a sword ringing out rang out, and a figure rushed towards Wang Jian like a shooting star.

Chen San was faster than him.

Crouch low, lunge forward, and move close to the ground—another "instant burst of speed".

His figure left a trail of afterimages on the bluestone slabs, and he drew his short sword, the blade pointing directly at the person standing on the roof with his back to the moon.

The remaining half remained unmoved.

He stood there, gripping his specially made short pistol in both hands, his eyes fixed on Wang Jian's left hand.

He was waiting, waiting for Wang Jian to reveal a flaw.

Wang Jian did not react to the attacks from Sun Congzhou and Chen San.

He merely lifted his right foot slightly, his toes touching a patch of rubble beside him.

"Young Master!"

Chen San shouted, his voice filled with anxiety.

Chen Che was already in a state of preparation.

Just as the rubble was about to fly out, he raised his hands, and two tactical batons slid out of his sleeves, connected with a "click," and crossed in front of his chest to protect him.

"clang!"

The tiles struck each other, sparks flying everywhere.

The tile veered off course, flying out at an angle and embedding itself in the brick wall behind it with a "thud," leaving only a dark hole.

Sun Congzhou's sword has arrived.

The sword tip pierced Wang Jian's throat, as fast as a fleeting glimpse.

Wang Jian finally made a move.

He merely turned slightly to the side, the tip of the sword gliding past his neck.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and flicked his index and middle fingers against Sun Congzhou's sword.

"Ding!"

A tremendous force surged through the sword into Sun Congzhou's arm, numbing his tiger's mouth and nearly causing him to drop the sword.

Sun Congzhou's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped back, only to see that Wang Jian's left hand, covered in scales, had already been raised.

Chen San has arrived.

The short sword was raised from below, the blade slashing towards Wang Jian's left arm.

The blade reflected the moonlight, moving swiftly and fiercely, accompanied by a whistling sound as it cut through the wind.

Wang Jian did not stop.

He abandoned Sun Congzhou with his left arm and went straight for Chen San's blade.

"clang!"

The blade struck the scales, sending sparks flying.

His left arm remained completely still, without even a white mark.

Chen San's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw Wang Jian's eyes.

Those eyes were looking at him, their gaze indifferent, like watching a moth drawn to a lamp.

Then Wang Jian clenched his left fist.

He threw a punch.

It was just a simple punch, without any fancy moves or techniques.

But the moment the punch was thrown, the air produced a muffled sonic boom, and a visible shockwave spread outwards, causing the roof tiles to ripple like waves.

Chen San drew his sword to block.

"clang!"

The short sword instantly concave into a twisted curved surface.

The force of the punch did not diminish, and it struck Chen San's chest directly.

Chen Che's double sticks have arrived.

He had somehow landed on the roof, his long staff crossed in a cross shape, blocking the punch for Chen San.

The fists and sticks struck each other, producing a dull thud.

"Thump!"

Chen Che was thrown backward by the shock, and Chen San was also pulled backward.

The two tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing heavily into the alley. They staggered back several steps before finally regaining their balance.

Chen Che raised his head and looked at the roof.

Wang Jian still stood there, backlit by the moonlight.

He raised his left hand, looked at the few slightly raised scales on the back of his fist, and gently smoothed them with his right hand.

The scales lay flat and returned to normal.

"Not bad," he said softly, his tone unreadable, whether it was praise or something else. "Three people, and they managed to withstand one of my moves."

His gaze fell on Chen Che: "Especially you."