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

Huang Su's corpse swayed back and forth in mid-air, with a large part of its tongue sticking out from its purplish-red face.

Dong Yi cried out "Ah!" and snuggled into Chen Che's arms.

As the autumn sun shone brightly, the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the Bund Avenue gradually increased, all stopping to watch and letting out suppressed gasps of surprise.

Chen Che put one arm around Dong Yi and pressed the back of her head with the other, burying her in his chest.

His eyes, however, remained fixed on Huang Su's corpse.

Huang Su's hands hung down at her sides, her fingertips were clean, not like she had struggled violently before she died.

The rope had cut deep into his neck, leaving deep marks and his skin turning bluish-purple.

His face was up, his eyes were half-open, and his pupils were already cloudy, so he must have been dead for some time.

Was he killed first before being hanged?

Chen Che's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the hem of the dark purple vest.

Bloodstains.

It was a very small puddle, which turned dark brown after drying and was almost completely covered by the dark fabric of the vest.

But Chen Che could see it clearly: below his left rib, where his kidney was, there was a pool of blood. The wound was small, like a stab wound from a dagger, a fatal one.

The body had just been thrown down from the third floor, clearly a show for Chen Che.

The killer is still inside the Peace Hotel!

Chen Che tensed up immediately and hugged Dong Yi even tighter.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The police station was right next to the Peace Hotel. The sound of whistles grew louder as several figures in black uniforms pushed through the crowd and squeezed towards the hotel entrance.

The leader was a constable with a full beard. He looked up at the hanging corpse and spat.

"What bad luck! To bring me this bad luck so early in the morning!"

The constables behind him scrambled to move a ladder and untie the ropes.

Chen Che's gaze swept across the crowd and across the street.

All are normal.

The flower girl, the newspaper boy, and the old man who sold tofu pudding a few days ago are all gone.

Almost everyone was staring at Huang Su's corpse, and no one paid any attention to him.

The ladder was set up, two policemen climbed up, and the body was lowered down with a thud as it hit the ground.

Chen Che withdrew his gaze, put his arm around Dong Yi, and walked towards the entrance of the Peace Hotel. Suddenly, a tall, thin man in a long robe, seemingly unintentionally, blocked his way.

The man was about fifty years old, extremely tall, and as thin as a bamboo pole. His gray-blue long robe hung loosely on his body, and when the wind blew, the hem of the robe swayed back and forth against his calves.

He had a long, narrow face with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a pair of old-fashioned round sunglasses perched on his nose, from which two points of light could be faintly seen.

What's most striking is the back of his head, where a gray and white braid hangs down, draped over his thin shoulders and back.

"Ahem," the man coughed twice and said, "Excuse me." He stepped aside and slipped past Chen Che.

It's hard to explain, but Chen Che just felt that this person was somewhat unusual and didn't fit in with the people around him.

Chen Che's pupils suddenly contracted as he activated his "Intent".

That invisible force, condensed from the sea of ​​consciousness, acted like an iron gate, crashing down on the tall, thin man.

Everything around them remained unchanged, but the air suddenly froze in the small space between Chen Che and the tall, thin man.

An invisible aura emanated from Chen Che, like the banner raised before a veteran general on the battlefield, or like an emperor opening his eyes after a long slumber in an ancient tomb deep in the mountains.

This is not murderous intent.

It was deeper, heavier, and colder than any murderous aura.

It was Ren Zhan's "intention" that he taught him.

Chen Che's own cultivation level, plus the "momentum" nurtured within his body by the two primordial life souls, Cangming and Chongchi.

It was as if an ancient ferocious beast was perched atop the abyss, exuding an indifferent and oppressive aura as it looked down upon ants.

Chen Che condensed this "intention" into a line and pressed it straight down on the tall, thin man.

The meaning fell silently.

And then... nothing happened.

The tall, thin man's steps did not falter, and even the trembling of his braid was not disturbed.

The hem of her bluish-gray long gown fluttered gently, and she walked steadily northward step by step in her cloth shoes with their multi-layered soles.

Chen Che's "intention" was like a punch thrown into the void.

The oppressive force descended upon the tall, thin man as if it were falling on someone who didn't exist. There was no resistance, no opposition, not even the slightest feedback.

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped out from Chen Che's back.

There is only one possibility.

This person's martial arts cultivation had reached a point where Chen Che "posed no threat" to him.

At this time, such a master appeared.

So suspicious.

Chen Che bit his lower lip slightly, wanting to chase after him.

Something moved in my arms.

Dong Yi.

The girl was still buried in his chest, her hands clutching the front of his long robe, her body still trembling slightly.

"Young Master Chen," Manager Zhao greeted him, his expression composed, but a hint of panic in his eyes. "Go back to your room quickly, I'll escort you upstairs."

Chen Che breathed a sigh of relief and said to Dong Yi, "It's alright, let's go upstairs."

Dong Yi nodded.

Chen Che put his arm around her shoulder and followed Manager Zhao toward the stairwell.

"Manager Zhao, what's going on?" Chen Che asked in a somewhat stern tone in the elevator.

"Master Chen and the other managers are in the room. Let's go up and explain to everyone together." Manager Zhao looked somewhat embarrassed.

Chen Che's suite was right across from the elevator. Manager Zhao knocked on the door, and Uncle Qian opened it.

Upon opening the door, Chen Qichuan, Zhao Yuping, Richard, Lü Mai, and a well-off woman in her fifties whose name was unknown were sitting around the sofa.

Mike, Dong Yi's personal bodyguard, and Lu Yu, a retainer of the Chen family of Jinling, stood to the side.

Aside from Mike and Lu Yu, Chen Che had never met them.

"Che'er?" Chen Qichuan looked surprised. "Why have you been discharged from the hospital?"

He rushed forward, patting Chen Che's entire body as he said, "You were so badly injured, and you're all better in just one day?"

"The injury wasn't serious to begin with, Dad, don't worry." Chen Che grasped Chen Qichuan's hand and asked, "Who are these uncles and aunties?"

"These are all your father's good friends and partners in Shanghai..." Chen Qichuan introduced them to Chen Che one by one. "They will all be your elders in the future. You can ask them for help if you have any difficulties."

Everyone present greeted Chen Che warmly, saying that the young master of the Chen family lived up to his reputation and was a handsome and talented man.

The well-to-do woman's surname was Gong, and her given name was Xin. She was a wealthy businesswoman in Hong Kong and the owner of the Peace Hotel.

After exchanging pleasantries, Chen Qichuan winked slyly at Chen Che, gesturing for him to sit down beside him, and then said to the plump woman, "Madam Gong, please continue."

Gong Xin nodded, looked at Chen Che, and said, "Young Master Chen may know that there is an unwritten rule in the Shanghai underworld and legitimate world: no matter how great the grudge, no one is allowed to draw their swords inside the Peace Hotel. Anyone who dares to break this ironclad rule will be an enemy of the entire underworld, and will have nowhere to hide in heaven or on earth."

Gong Xin smiled and said, "That's exactly why our shop can charge such high prices."