The Republic of China: From Storyteller to God

"Big brother, what's wrong?"

Hua Lao, carrying a whistle stick, was the first to rush up to the second floor.

The hooligans behind him were also carrying weapons, mostly machetes, with the handles tied to their hands with strips of cloth.

"How did you manage to guard the door?"

Zhao Tianhu angrily shouted at him: "I told you not to let anyone in, how did you let this guy in?"

Kill him! All of you, attack!

He flicked his finger at the calm and composed Liu Che.

"oh!"

Hua Lao responded and charged over, wielding his whistle.

Seeing this, Wang Liu and Qian Er set off again to surround Liu Che.

The brothers behind them followed suit.

Hua Lao strode ahead, running very fast, and overtook Wang Liu and Qian Er in just a few steps.

Wang Liu and Qian Er were both puzzled when they saw this.

This kid usually loves to cheat and hide in the back when fighting, so why is he so brave today?

They probably haven't witnessed that kid's strangeness before.

While he was pondering, Hua Lao had already rushed up behind Liu Che.

But he veered off course, bypassing Liu Che and rushing towards Zhao Tianhu by the window.

"Um?"

Zhao Tianhu, who had been observing the situation, widened his eyes in surprise when he saw him rushing towards him: "You..."

He had barely opened his mouth when he saw Hua Lao raise the whistle in his hand.

call out!

The stick was swung around by Hua Lao, and with a whoosh, it hit him in the back of the knee.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Tianhu screamed and grabbed the windowsill to keep from staggering and falling to his knees.

This scene stunned Wang Liu, Qian Er, and the others behind them, causing them to halt their advance towards Liu Che.

Although they usually had grievances against Zhao Tianhu, the gang leader.

But this guy Hua Lao is really bold!

How could he beat up his own gang leader in front of everyone?

"You lunatic! Are you crazy?! Are you trying to rebel?!"

Zhao Tianhu was both anxious and angry, rubbing his wound and cursing.

The scolding was like a bucket of cold water being poured over Hua Lao, instantly sobering him up.

Seeing Zhao Tianhu's eyes blazing with fury, he panicked and hurriedly explained, "No, Chief, I didn't mean to hit you..."

I promised my brother that if anyone dared to bully him, I would break their legs…

As he spoke, he gradually recalled what had happened outside the teahouse, and his voice grew softer and softer, losing its confidence.

Zhao Tianhu became even more enraged and cursed, "You son of a bitch! Which brother did you promise?"

"It's...him..."

Hua Lao hesitated and looked up at Liu Che, only to meet Liu Che's smiling eyes.

The dizziness finally dissipated completely, and he finally remembered what Liu Che had told him.

What do you mean, brothers from three lifetimes ago?

Are you kidding me?

Am I an ant and is he an aphid?

He was insulting me, saying I should eat his shit!

Hua Lao was furious when he saw Wang Liu, Qian Er, and the brothers behind him looking at him like he was an idiot. He was so angry that he was practically fuming.

"Pah!"

Enraged, she pointed at Liu Che and yelled, "I'll ruin your entire fortune! You dare to play me like that!"

With that, he picked up his baton and charged toward Liu Che.

Liu Che didn't dodge, but just watched him rush over with a half-smile, without even lifting his buttocks.

Seeing Liu Che looking at Hua Lao, Wang Liu behind him had an idea. He took the opportunity to step forward quietly, intending to make a sneak attack.

At this moment, Hua Lao had already rushed up to Liu Che.

He raised his baton, ready to smash it down on his head.

But suddenly he stepped on a longan seed that someone had spat out on the ground, and he slipped and lost his balance.

"oops!"

He quickly tried to use his other foot to firmly plant his foot on the ground and steady himself.

Unfortunately, he stepped on a longan seed with his other foot.

Stab it!

He did a split with one leg in front of the other, and the crotch of his coarse cloth trousers was torn.

"Awoo!"

He was in so much pain that his vision went black, and the baton in his hand flew out of his grasp and into the air.

Only then did Liu Che leisurely raise his hand and take the baton.

Before entering the teahouse, he had already used the "common practice" to sign a spiritual contract with Hua Lao.

Therefore, when Hua Lao attacked him, he had already violated the spiritual contract and suffered a backlash of bad luck.

Just then, a figure suddenly pounced on him from behind.

Wang Liu had already seized the opportunity and punched him in the back of the head.

Wang Liu used all his strength in this punch; the wind from the punch was fierce and even stirred Liu Che's hair.

However, Liu Che remained seated firmly in his chair, only twisting his wrist to flick the tip of the baton behind him.

Then, as if it had eyes, the tip of the baton accurately struck the Xiaohai acupoint behind Wang Liu's right fist, just below his elbow.

Xiaohai acupoint belongs to the Small Intestine Meridian of Taiyang, also known as Zhouququan, or commonly called Majin.

When Wang Liu was struck by the baton, he felt his arm, which had been holding back power, go numb on one side instantly, and his entire right side stiffened.

His fist stopped three inches behind Liu Che's head, unable to advance any further.

Liu Che gripped the baton and thrust it backward.

Wang Liu grunted, hugged his arm, and took two steps back. He couldn't lift his right arm anymore.

In an instant, the entire teahouse fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

If Liu Che had only been dodging and hadn't actually made a move before, then...

So that last blow was Liu Che's first move.

With just a light blow, he defeated Wang Liu, the left protector of the Shahe Gang.

Now, even a fool could see that he was no ordinary person.

An awkward silence fell over the teahouse.

Liu Che slowly sipped his tea, while the Shahe Gang members behind him formed a circle, but none of them dared to step forward.

Only Chen Xiangwan on the stage was still reciting the rhyming tale of selling yellow horses.

Just then, another series of hurried footsteps came from the stairs.

Soon, Wong Fei-hung led several members of the militia and rushed in.

The broker followed timidly behind, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Liu Che sitting calmly at the table in the crowd.

Huang Feihong spotted Liu Che at a glance.

There was no way around it; Liu Che was surrounded in the center, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Ok?

It's him?

Huang Feihong raised an eyebrow and recognized Liu Che.

But he didn't talk to Liu Che. Instead, he led his militia brothers straight toward Zhao Tianhu.

When the members of the Shahe Gang saw Huang Feihong appear, they were as nervous as mice seeing a cat.

A few brave ones tried to block the way, but the militia brothers following behind Huang Feihong quickly pushed them aside, clearing a path for them.

"Zhao Tianhu, what are you doing here with so many people? Are you causing trouble?"

Huang Feihong stared at Zhao Tianhu and questioned him in a deep voice.

He knew Zhao Tianhu and the Shahe Gang's background very well, so he naturally wouldn't give these thugs a friendly look.

Seeing Huang Feihong appear, Zhao Tianhu actually felt relieved.

However, on the surface, he still snorted coldly, arrogantly raising his head: "What? I brought my brothers here for tea, is that not allowed?"

"Drinking tea is fine."

Huang Feihong glanced at the smashed tables and chairs: "But do you need to make such a fuss to drink tea?"

"Is it any of your business?"

Zhao Tianhu glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Huang Feihong, have you forgotten that you're no longer the Black Flag Army instructor? You're just a traditional Chinese medicine doctor now."

Upon hearing this, the militia members behind Huang Feihong looked indignant and wanted to step forward, but Huang Feihong raised his hand to stop them.

With a faint smile, Wong Fei-hung said, "Even ordinary people should be reasonable. If you're just drinking tea, then drink tea. But if you break the boss's tables and chairs, you have to pay for it. Otherwise, how can the boss do business?"

"Which eye of yours saw me break the tables and chairs?"

Zhao Tianhu glared at the shop owner behind the counter.

Seeing this, the teahouse owner quickly came out from behind the counter, cupped his hands, and tried to smooth things over: "No one broke the tables and chairs. It's just that the tables and chairs I bought were of poor quality and should have been replaced a long time ago."

"Here you go!"

Zhao Tianhu shrugged: "Did you hear that?"

"Are you being unreasonable?"

Huang Feihong stopped smiling.

"What does it mean to be a scoundrel? You need to have solid evidence to back up your claims."

Zhao Tianhu pulled out a contract from his pocket and pointed it at Chen Xiangwan on the stage: "He owes me money through usury, and I'm here to collect the debt."

Paying back debts is a matter of course; that's real evidence.