Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Chapter 65 The Rescue Begins

It was quite a distance from Sandu'ao Wharf to Shanghai, and it took him two whole days to travel from Shanghai to Sandu'ao Wharf by boat.

Now, in less than half an hour, he could see the cluster of buildings stretching across the ground from the horizon.

Shanghai is quite easy to recognize; it is undoubtedly the most prosperous place in the entire country of China.

From the air, you can see a large cluster of buildings, a sight you can't see anywhere else, but he's seen enough of that view already.

He had come here once before Fei Peng evolved, but it took him more than two hours to fly here last time. Now it only took him less than half an hour. Moreover, Fei Peng did not use his full strength, otherwise the speed could have been even faster.

Although it cannot compare to the Golden Light Master's Golden Escape Flowing Light or the Fire Escape of the Fire Virtue Sect, which can reach a hundred miles away with a single thought, it is far superior in terms of mobility.

Moreover, escape techniques are not the same as speed. Fei Peng's speed is unmatched. As long as his flight is not restricted, Fei Peng can move freely in any situation.

Zeng Su patted Fei Peng on the neck and pointed in the direction of the French Concession.

Feipeng changed direction and flew southwest.

The layout of the French Concession differed from other concessions. The streets were wider, and the plane trees lining the roads grew into large trees within a few years, their canopies forming a continuous canopy that, from the air, resembled a dark green canopy covering the streets, making it exceptionally beautiful.

recognize.

The road is lined with rows of Western-style houses, and occasionally a French tricolor flag can be seen fluttering gently in the wind on the rooftops.

Another country openly occupies its territory and establishes a state within a state; this is the dilemma that China faces today.

It outwardly claims to be a country, but in reality, it has long been corrupted and riddled with holes, a piece of fat meat being devoured by countless wild beasts.

Why did he accept this mission? It wasn't just for the fifty-six pieces of spirit jade, but because he wanted to do something for the country.

Although it is unknown whether the young marshal in the north will use the abilities of these two gentlemen to fight against foreign enemies, at least a spark should be left behind. Perhaps this spark can change something.

Feipeng landed silently on an open space deep in the alley, its claws lightly touching the ground without making a sound.

Zeng Su jumped off Fei Peng's back, straightened his clothes, and then waved his hand to dispel the [Five Elements Revolving in One Water Shadow], a technique he created based on the Tang Clan's Illusionary Body Miasma.

However, it cannot be considered a complete spell. It can only confuse the view from a distance. If you get close, you can still be detected. It is far from reaching the level of the Tang Sect's "illusionary body miasma that comes without a trace and goes without a trace".

In short, it's just the application of Qi, but apart from him and Xuanhei, probably no one else can do it.

Instead of wearing the Trinity School's signature white long gown, he changed into a dark gray coarse cloth short jacket and a round-brimmed hat, looking like an ordinary boy.

He waved and put the flying awning into the wooden sign. Then he walked onto the streets of the French Concession and began to look for the location of the contact person, referring to the information given by Zhang Defu.

However, it was unusual for a Chinese person to walk on the streets of the French Concession, and soon two French police officers stopped Zeng Su.

The two men spoke to Zeng Su in French with unfriendly expressions. Although Zeng Su did not understand French, he was certain that what they said was not nice.

"Phew~"

Zeng Su took a deep breath, suppressing the evil thoughts that welled up in his heart, and then handed over the pass that Li Defu had given him.

The two French police officers took the identification and looked it over. Then they carefully examined Zeng Su's face. The blurry photo of the man made it impossible to make out anything, and besides, in their eyes, all Chinese people looked the same.

Finally, the two exchanged a few words in English and threw the certificate back to Zeng Su.

"Yellow—monkey, I'll be watching—you—" a French policeman said to Zeng Su in broken Chinese before leaving, his tone and expression revealing his extreme discrimination against Chinese people.

I can't hold back anymore!

Zeng Su raised his head and gave the French policeman a bright smile.

"I'll send you something nice in a bit, I hope you like it."

After saying that, Zeng Su turned and left. The two French police officers, unaware of what Zeng Su meant, simply shrugged and continued patrolling the streets.

"Cough cough cough!"

Not long after, the French policeman who could speak Chinese suddenly started coughing because a cloud of dust, from who-knows-where, had entered his mouth and nose, making him very uncomfortable.

"Hehe~~"

But as the dust accumulated, he soon found it difficult to breathe, covering his neck with both hands and breathing heavily with his mouth wide open.

Seeing this, his companion quickly helped him to sit down on the steps.

But then, with a soft "pop," a ball of flame suddenly emerged from the French constable's mouth and nose.

"Ugh~~"

The intense pain caused it to writhe and thrash on the ground, letting out hoarse roars, followed by spurts of blood.

It kept overflowing from its mouth and nose.

The companions nearby were completely bewildered, having no idea what was happening. They could only forcefully hold the other person down, mimicking their struggles to cause further injury.

Soon a large crowd gathered around.

Meanwhile, Zeng Su coldly withdrew his gaze from a street corner in the distance.

With enough imagination, the Five Elements Cycle and the Dust Explosion can be used in many ways. This dust storm is very weak, but even a weak one explodes from the most delicate part of the human body. This person will most likely not die, but will suffer the most painful torment.

Killing someone is the easiest thing, but torturing someone requires skill and technique.

Zeng Su's technique was excellent.

"Phew~"

He let out another long sigh of relief, this time feeling incredibly relieved, exhaling all the pent-up frustration in his heart, and then continued walking forward.

He repeated the address on the letter to himself many times before finally finding the alley, since he couldn't read French.

The alley was not deep, and there were three- or four-story buildings on both sides. After he entered the alley, two French women walked towards him. When they saw him, they immediately showed a disdainful look, and then they hid to the side in fear.

Zeng Su declined to comment and walked straight past. The only solution to this situation is for the country to become strong.

Zeng Su walked to a black wooden door and, as agreed in the letter, knocked on the door knocker three times, once with one long knock and once with one short knock.

Soft footsteps came from inside the door, then the door opened a crack, and a bloodshot eye peered out through the gap.

"Who?"

"They're from eastern Fujian," Zeng Su said. "They're carrying seafood."

The eye behind the crack in the door sized him up and down for a few seconds, then the door creaked open.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a gray-white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing two lean but strong arms.

There was another person hiding in the corner behind him, holding a gun and ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

The middle-aged man looked at Zeng Su and frowned.

"You're the one sent by Boss Zhang from eastern Fujian?"

"Yes." Zeng Su nodded.

The middle-aged man frowned even more, his gaze sweeping over Zeng Su from head to toe several times. It wasn't that he thought Zeng Su was a spy or anything, but rather that the other man was just too young!

"How old are you?" he asked.

"That's enough," Zeng Su said, not wanting to explain or answer such questions.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then stepped aside to let Zeng Su cross the threshold and enter a small main room.

The main room was dark, with only a kerosene lamp burning on the table, its flame low and illuminating only a small area of ​​the tabletop.

Two people were sitting at the table.

One was a thin man in his early thirties, wearing a gray cardigan, holding a cigarette in his hand, the red glow of the cigarette butt flashing in the darkness.

The other was an old man, wearing a dark blue long robe, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face, clearly a veteran who had been navigating the world of martial arts for many years.

The old man was the one who was standing in the corner just now.

The middle-aged man closed the door, walked to the table, and sat down. He turned up the flame of the kerosene lamp, and the dim yellow light illuminated the entire room.

"Old Wei, is this the person sent by Boss Zhang from Mindong?" The thin man's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he hadn't rested well lately and had caught a cold.

The middle-aged man, referred to as Lao Wei, nodded, then turned to look at the overly young Zeng Su and said somewhat uncertainly, "Probably! Boss Zhang mentioned in his letter that he knows a capable person with extraordinary methods who can get Mr. Zhou and Mr. Chen out of Shanghai safely."

Old Wei's tone was clearly skeptical.

Although he had guessed that Zeng Su was probably an extraordinary person, he had seen many extraordinary people before. To be honest, apart from a very few, most extraordinary people were just a little stronger than ordinary people.

With a gun in hand, he is no match for ordinary superhumans, a fact he has proven many times.

No matter how you look at it, Zeng Su doesn't seem like a powerful superhuman.

The old man didn't speak, he just looked at Zeng Su, and suddenly a golden light flashed in his eyes.

This old man was also an extraordinary person, but his talent for cultivating Qi was not strong, and he had not achieved much in his life. He only mastered one technique called "Golden Eyes," which could greatly enhance eyesight and also had the ability to see through illusions and perceive Qi.

The old man quickly looked away after just one glance, because he saw an unusually powerful Qi on Zeng Su. You know, the other party possessed such powerful Qi without even using Qi, so how strong must he be?

The old man immediately understood that the young man before him was at least a first-rate existence among the extraordinary people.

Zeng Su also sensed the old man's gaze. Using magic to investigate others was considered very impolite in the world of supernatural beings, but he didn't care.

"Please sit down first!" Old Wei pointed to a chair next to the table.

Zeng Su sat down and took off his round-brimmed hat, placing it on the table.

The light from the kerosene lamp illuminated his face, revealing a very youthful face, but his eyes were calm, not at all like the expression one would expect at his age.

Old Wei stubbed out his cigarette on the edge of the table. He couldn't worry about anything else now. Since the person had arrived, he had to get started.

"Boss Zhang said you can take people away?" Old Wei asked.

"Yes," Zeng Su said.

"How do I get there?"

Zeng Su glanced at him and replied, "How I get there is my business. What you need to do is bring the two gentlemen to this place."

Old Wei glanced at Zeng Su but said nothing more. Instead, he pointed to the two people next to him and introduced them: "This is Dali."

The thin man nodded to Zeng Su.

"This is Monkey King!"

The old man actually stood up and bowed to Zeng Su, then said apologetically, "I was being presumptuous just now, please don't mind, young friend."

Zeng Su waved his hand in response.

"It's okay, I don't care about these things."

After bowing to Zeng Su again, the Marquis sat back down.

This scene greatly surprised Lao Wei and Dali, because Monkey King was the strongest among them. Despite his age, he was extremely agile and powerful, wielding two guns with one hand. He once single-handedly wiped out almost an entire company of troops.

The fact that Monkey King was so polite to Zeng Su—no, it should be described as respectful—means that Zeng Su was very powerful, at least on par with Monkey King.

Old Wei and Dali immediately put away their contempt for Zeng Su. They were seasoned veterans of the underworld and knew what to do at what time.

"I won't go into details, I'm sure Boss Zhang has already explained everything clearly to you," Old Wei said, this time using a respectful form of address. "Besides the three of us, there are others keeping watch in various locations. Now that you've arrived, we'll begin our operation immediately. Do you need any time to prepare?"

Zeng Su shook his head.

"No need, I can do it anytime. As long as you get the two gentlemen there, I can send them away immediately."

Old Wei nodded happily. Seeing Zeng Su's confident appearance, the pressure on them lessened a bit. Following an expert would always increase the safety factor. Then, the three of them immediately prepared to set off. They were not a makeshift team; everyone was a seasoned veteran of the underworld. This time, they had gathered together because of Boss Zhang's organization.

They have been in this place for a long time, have a pretty good grasp of the surrounding situation, and have already made a detailed plan. They are 80% confident that they can rescue the people from their place of detention.

The problem was figuring out how to get the person away after the fight had begun.

Now that Zeng Su is here, all the procedures are in place, so it's best to act as soon as possible.

After the three left, Zeng Su was the only one left in the house. He didn't stay inside. Seeing that it was almost time, he pushed open the door and sat down in the alley.

As soon as the person arrives, he will immediately release Feipeng to carry them away, thus minimizing the chance of error.