Republic of China: From Street Performer to War God in a Chaotic Era

"Aphrodisiac?!"

Lu Guan abruptly cut off his sense of smell, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

really!

The fox's tail has finally been revealed.

The first few batches of medicine were all made with clean, high-quality ingredients, in order to give him a taste of the benefits and lower his guard.

And sure enough, this batch of medicine was mixed with this kind of despicable and dirty stuff!

This is definitely not some ordinary, low-class sleeping potion or arsenic. That pungent, penetrating fox scent is clearly the malevolent bodily fluid or aura left behind by some powerful "fox spirit."

If a martial artist attempting to break through a barrier were to swallow this substance without any precautions, the fox-spirit poison would travel along with his boiling blood and qi, directly invading his internal organs and the eight extraordinary meridians.

At that time, one's masculine energy will not only become nourishment for evil spirits, but one's mind will also be completely controlled by this aphrodisiac, turning one into a vessel for others to exploit.

"What a ruthless scheme, what a vicious and cunning heart."

Lu Guan sneered, grabbed the packets of poisoned herbs, walked to a rat hole in the corner of the wall, crushed some powdered herbs and sprinkled them at the entrance of the hole.

A moment later, a starving dead rat cautiously poked its head out and swallowed the powdered medicine whole.

In less than three breaths.

The rat convulsed violently, its eyes turning bloodshot, and it began to tear at its own flesh until it was disemboweled and blood flowed all over the ground before it died stiffly.

And the withered corpse still emitted that strange peach blossom fragrance.

Lu Guan watched this scene quietly.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

"Since you guys enjoy playing dirty tricks so much, then today I should go and visit those 'friends' on the list."

He turned and walked to the old camphor wood opera box, took out a black mask and tight-fitting night clothes for night walking, and put them on.

Then, he took out the "Dark Account" left behind by Greyhound from his pocket.

As the ledger was opened, Lu Guan's gaze fell upon a line of text in the moonlight.

"On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, twenty silver dollars were presented to Detective Zhao of the South City Police Station as a token of respect. Also, two 'red pills' were delivered by Zhang Mazi, a human trafficker from the south of the city, and were handed over to a Japanese cargo ship by Detective Zhao's trusted confidant..."

They colluded with gangs, oppressed the local people, and even trafficked people to the Japanese!

Even without the mission of the "Creation Stage," Lu Guan would absolutely not allow such a beast, whose sons are born without an anus, to live.

"Tonight, I'll use you as the first sacrifice for this 'Hidden Rat' shadow puppet."

Lu Guan tucked the account book back into his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, the poisoned iron dagger slid into his palm.

The shadow puppet of the "Mouse Hiding" felt slightly warm to the touch.

"Stealth, open!"

As soon as Lu Guan had a thought, all the vital energy and blood in his body was instantly locked inside by a shadowy force, without leaking out at all.

From the outside, he seemed to blend into the darkness.

Lu Guan pushed open the back window and flipped out like a ghost.

……

At midnight in Tianjin, the cold wind howled, swirling the remaining snow on the streets into a flurry of motion.

On the edge of the French Concession in Nanshi, a magnificent two-story villa was still brightly lit.

This is the private residence of Detective Zhao of the Nanshi Police Station.

In those chaotic years of war, it's easy to imagine how much blood and tears of impoverished people were soaked in the bricks and tiles of a detective in the police station who could afford to live in a Western-style building on the edge of the French Concession.

Outside the Western-style building, a large iron gate was tightly locked, and two fierce wolfhounds, each half a person's height, were kept in the yard.

Normally, at the slightest sound or disturbance, these two beasts would bark incessantly.

However, tonight, when a dark figure slid in along the two-meter-high courtyard wall, the two usually extremely alert wolfhounds seemed to have become blind and deaf.

They lay in their kennels, not even lifting their eyelids.

This is the supernatural power of [Mouse Concealment]... concealment and shielding of one's presence!

Under the influence of this supernatural power, Lu Guan's yang energy and body odor, which belonged to a living person, were completely erased. In the senses of the beast, he was just a cold wind, a mass of lifeless air.

Lu Guan landed on the snow in the courtyard and, using his Night Vision ability, scanned his surroundings.

The study on the second floor of the Western-style building was lit by a dim, yellow light.

Lu Guan did not take the stairs; instead, he came to the base of the Western-style building and dug his fingers into the gaps between the bricks.

"Click, click..."

His terrifying finger strength, which was just beginning to develop, allowed him to walk on the smooth brick wall as if it were flat ground.

In just a few breaths, he climbed to the window of the second-floor study.

Through the glass window, Lu could see the scene inside.

In the study, the charcoal fire burned extremely brightly.

A balding, middle-aged man with a bloated belly was wearing an expensive silk robe and leaning back on a leather sofa.

He held a large opium pipe in his hand, puffing out smoke with a sweet, cloying aroma.

On the rosewood coffee table in front of him, there were a dozen or so gleaming gold bars and stacks of French Concession banknotes piled up haphazardly.

This man was none other than Detective Zhao.

Beside him stood a heavily armed policeman with a burly face, bowing and scraping as he reported something.

Lu Guan pressed his ear against the glass, and the sounds of conversation inside the room could be faintly heard.

"Detective, that bastard Greyhound has been missing for several days. The Canal Gang is still searching the whole world for that Baoding Insect King."

"The delivery date for that batch of 'Red Pills' we ordered from Greyhound is fast approaching. If we miss the shipping schedule from the Japanese, we'll be in trouble..."

Detective Zhao impatiently exhaled a smoke ring and sneered.

"What's the panic? That bastard Greyhound must be desperate from losing, probably vanished somewhere. Just because he's not here doesn't mean we can't get the goods ourselves, right?"

He sat up and tapped the gold bars on the table with his pipe.

"There are many refugees in the area south of the city."

"Tomorrow, take a few brothers, change into plainclothes, and grab a few attractive teenage girls on the street. Just say they're suspected members of the Southern Communist Party, throw them in jail, and sneak them out the back door tonight, right?"

"These days, human life is cheaper than grass; who cares about the lives of a few poor people?"

Upon hearing this, the armed patrolman immediately gave a thumbs up and flattered, "Detective, you're truly brilliant! This is a risk-free business; if we brothers follow you, we'll be living the high life."

outside the window.

Upon hearing this conversation, Lu Guan's eyes burned with such intense killing intent that it almost materialized.

For their own selfish gain, they are worse than animals!

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the poisoned iron dagger.

The study window is locked from the inside, so forcibly breaking it will definitely make a noise.

But Lu Guan had no intention of hiding. To deal with such a wicked beast, one must use the most violent and terrifying methods to make him die in extreme fear!

"call--"

Lu Guan took a deep breath and instantly severed the connection with the [Hidden Rat] shadow puppet that was pressed against his chest.

"boom!"

The instant the concealment was lifted, a pure Yang Tiger Fist intent, mixed with overwhelming killing intent, instantly enveloped the entire second-floor study.

"Bang!"

The thick windproof glass, along with the wooden window frame, was shattered by Lu Guan's violent kick.

Glass shards rained down on the building like a storm.

"Who goes there?!"

Detective Zhao and the patrolman inside the house were shocked.

The patrolman reacted quickly, instinctively reaching for his sidearm at his waist.

However, his hand had only just touched the holster.

Lu Guan, like an angry tiger descending from the sky, crashed into the house.

The Eight Extremes Killing Move... Tiger Climbs the Mountain!

Without a word, Lu Guan lowered his body and slid directly in front of the patrolman, his right shoulder colliding with the man's chest.

"Click."

Before the patrolman could even scream, his entire sternum collapsed instantly, crashing through the wooden door of the study with a loud bang, and he fell onto the corridor, clearly beyond saving.

One-hit kill!

This is the absolute dominance of a Ming Jin martial artist in a confined space!

"ah--"

Detective Zhao was so frightened that he dropped his opium pipe and scrambled to crawl under the table.

"Have mercy, sir! How much money do you want? Take all the gold bars on the table, just don't kill me!"

Lu Guan, with only his eyes visible through his mask, walked step by step to Detective Zhao, stepped on his back, and pinned him to the ground like a toad.

"Isn't it too hot to handle dirty money earned with human lives?"

"Who...who are you? I am a detective from the French Concession. If you kill me, you will have nowhere to hide in the entire Tianjin city!" Detective Zhao was still making his last desperate struggle.

"Go down and ask the King of Hell."

Lu Guan flipped his wrist, and the iron dagger in his hand turned into a streak of black light.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced Detective Zhao's back, pinning him firmly to the Persian carpet.

The poison spread instantly, and Detective Zhao convulsed a few times before quickly becoming a cold corpse.

Pulling out the dagger, Lu Guan casually wiped the bloodstains off Detective Zhao's silk robe.

He walked up to the rosewood coffee table, looked at the pile of gold bars and banknotes, and unceremoniously pulled out a cloth bag from his pocket, emptying all the hard currency.

In chaotic times, money is a resource, the capital for him to continue to grow stronger.

He felt no remorse as he took the blood-stained money.

After doing all this, Lu Guan took out a piece of white paper that he had prepared in advance from his pocket, dipped his finger in Detective Zhao's blood, and wrote four big characters on the wall in a flamboyant style.

[The killer is Wang!]

His handwriting was messy and unrestrained, revealing a sense of unruliness.

Shifting the blame eastward.

In the eyes of the canal gang, the Insect King from Baoding was a living devil, so let him continue to bear the blame.

"Buzz—"

Just then, a tremor came from the [Stage of Creation] deep in Lu Guan's mind.

The handwriting appeared in a swirling motion.

[Nighttime Gathering Progress Update!]

[Slay a wicked man burdened with heavy karma and seize his ill-gotten gains!]

[Current progress: 1/3!]

Lu Guan watched the progress bar in his mind.

Two more are needed.

He reactivated the [Mouse Concealment] shadow puppet, instantly concealing his aura, and his entire being merged back into the darkness.