You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

"Just sit in the car for a while, don't look around, and don't say anything."

Uncle Liu whispered some instructions, then got off the car with the men and started moving the boxes. He took out a cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and supervised the process.

A moment later, he seemed to remember something, looked over again, then got into the truck, took out a dark object from his waist, and handed it to Gao Zhan.

"Do you know how to use it?"

Gao Zhan nodded.

So, a Mauser pistol was shoved into Gao Zhan's hands.

Gao Zhan really knows how to use a gun, back in his hometown, back here in his hometown.

He's proficient with both long guns and short guns, of course, he learned them here; in his previous life, he had only ever handled guns in games.

Uncle Liu went up to the second floor, and the boxes on the car were quickly unloaded, the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty space.

The cloth covering the back shelf of the truck was also removed, allowing Gao Zhan to see his surroundings clearly.

It appeared to be a warehouse, but it was empty, with only a few carts and scattered large wooden crates.

Gao Zhan sat on the edge of the back of the car, his legs dangling, a Mauser pistol casually placed beside him. He closed his eyes and began to circulate his internal energy, while also resting his mind.

All the boxes have been moved upstairs, and now only Gao Zhan is left downstairs.

The warehouse fell silent, with only the faint buzzing of the tungsten filament in the overhead light bulbs.

From afar, that soft female voice drifted over again, this time clearer than it could be heard on the street, damp and close to my ear.

Gao Zhan closed his eyes and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

This big city is truly a blessing, family.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the sound of a car engine came from outside.

The sounds stopped as the car entered and exited, followed by the opening and closing of the car door and the sound of leather shoes stepping on gravel.

As the sound drew closer, Gao Zhan opened his eyes.

Several men in gray suits and fedoras stood there. One of them wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a straight nose, and exuded a refined air.

The other three were muscular and tall, and looked like bodyguards.

As he passed Gao Zhan, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses glanced at Gao Zhan and looked him up and down.

Gao Zhan also looked at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment without saying a word.

The bespectacled man looked away and went upstairs.

The clanging sound echoed up the stairs and gradually faded into the distance.

After a while, a second car arrived. This time, three people got out; they were all burly, wearing dark coats and their hats pulled low.

The man in the lead walked quickly, going upstairs without stopping.

The noise upstairs finally became noticeable. The wooden planks provided poor sound insulation, and one could vaguely hear people talking, occasionally punctuated by a laugh or two.

Gao Zhan closed his eyes again. As a martial artist, his five senses were sharp, so he could hear the sounds from upstairs very clearly.

But he didn't care. He preferred listening to the soft, melodious singing of the singer in the distance to business matters.

As the breath gradually settles, a ball of heat slowly rotates in the dantian, moving up the spine vertebra by vertebra, reaching the shoulder blades, and then slowly retreating, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Occasionally, a syllable or two would leak down from upstairs, mixed with the distant, garbled voice of a singer.

As he continuously activated the Dragon Elephant Heaven-Connecting Technique and listened to the distant, decadent music, time passed by, second by second.

The Dragon Elephant Heaven-Reaching Technique is a martial art from Gao Zhan's hometown. He practiced it in his previous life, and he continues to practice it after transmigrating. Moreover, in terms of his biological age, he started practicing it earlier than in his previous life.

With the experience from his previous life, his progress naturally far surpassed that of his previous life.

Gao Zhan suddenly opened his eyes when he heard a soft sniffling sound coming from upstairs.

Back in my hometown, my sixth uncle was quite a rascal. When he got into a fight with someone, he would sniff first.

Because Gao Zhan was skilled in martial arts and had strong combat abilities, he would often go with him to discuss matters and support him.

If things don't go well, then this is a signal to take action.

Gao Zhan slid down the edge of the carriage, his feet landing silently. He grabbed his pistol and went up the stairs.

"Gentlemen, let's talk this out. Let's talk this out."

As Gao Zhan went upstairs, he heard his sixth uncle's voice.

You could tell he was a little nervous; he was genuinely nervous.

After all, this kind of gang is not like the ones in the countryside, where even Uncle Liu could give him a Mauser pistol, let alone them?

No one answered him, and then the sound of both insurance policies being turned on was heard.

At this moment, Gao Zhan, who had not made a sound the whole time, finished climbing the last step and suddenly appeared in the sight of the three men who had raised their guns.

Gao Zhan was also stunned when he saw the weapons in the hands of the three men.

The two men on either side were holding something he was very familiar with: a submachine gun. To be more precise, it should be a Thompson submachine gun, M1919 or M1921.

I don't know, but regardless of the type, it's not exactly a weapon that should exist in this era.

According to the timeline in my hometown...

But this is not Gao Zhan's hometown.

Just like what Uncle Liu didn't finish saying, no matter how high or powerful a martial artist's skills are, what can they do?

Under the powerful ships and cannons of the foreigners, they were nothing more than a pile of meat.

After a brief moment of reflection on how quickly the world's technology had advanced, Gao Zhan pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots rang out in the warehouse, only to be quickly swallowed back by the walls, leaving behind a lingering buzz.

Two of the three bullets pierced the bridge of their noses, instantly destroying their brainstems and exiting from the back of their heads, bringing with them a mass of red and white matter.

The third bullet hit the hand holding the gun.

After three shots were fired, the air was thick with smoke, and only then did the screams of the only survivor rang out.

He crouched down, his left hand gripping his right tightly, blood seeping from the wound and dripping onto the dusty floor.

At this moment, Gao Zhan also released the trigger, his index finger resting on the trigger guard, the muzzle still emitting blue smoke.

Then he looked at his uncle.

When Sixth Uncle saw Gao Zhan's gaze, he also lowered his raised hand.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then walked to Gao Zhan's side, looked down at the two people lying on the ground, and then glanced at the one squatting on the ground groaning.

He turned his head, cupped his hands in a fawning manner towards the bespectacled man, and said:

"Second Master, you flatter me. My nephew is from the countryside and has a heavy hand."

The bespectacled man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Gao Zhan for a while. His face remained expressionless, showing neither surprise nor anger.

"Your nephew?" he asked.

"Yes. They're just country bumpkins who arrived today, they don't know the rules." Uncle Liu smiled, took the gun from Gao Zhan's hand, and tucked it into his waistband.

"That country bumpkin has a quick temper, sir, please don't take it to heart."

The bespectacled man grunted in response.

He stood up, straightened his suit, and tilted his head at his entourage.

"Old Tang, your nephew," he stopped at the top of the stairs, "take him to my place sometime."

"Huh!?" Uncle Liu was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly.

As he spoke, he patted Gao Zhan on the back and urged, "Why don't you hurry up and thank the Second Master for his appreciation?!"

Gao Zhan obediently bowed in the same manner as his sixth uncle, and the second master nodded in response.

At this moment, Sixth Uncle glanced at the one who was still alive, "Second Master, this..."

"Whatever, you handle it."

After saying that, the second master casually went downstairs.

The bodyguards followed, the continuous sound of leather shoes echoing down the stairs, growing fainter and fainter.

Gao Zhan was still standing there, the blood on the floor had already spread to his feet.

Just like Uncle Liu said, he really is a rascal.

If a martial artist can live comfortably in the countryside with few rivals, then naturally some blood will be drawn.

"What do you mean, Sixth Uncle?" Gao Zhan also glanced at the person on the ground.

Uncle Liu pondered for a moment, then walked over and squatted down in front of the man.

He tore a piece from his sleeve and used it to bandage the man, saying as he did so:

"You see, in today's matter, everyone is acting in their own self-interest. You know the Second Master, he may seem cold on the outside but is warm on the inside. The fact that he asked me to handle this matter just now means he left room for maneuver."

"If we really have to leave no one behind..."

He paused and tightened the strip of cloth even more.

"If I may be so bold as to add something, this Pucheng is neither too big nor too small. Everyone here has rice in their bowl and soup in their pot."

"This shot today will be one you'll remember for the rest of your life, but at the end of the day, you're still alive." Uncle Liu raised his eyelids and glanced at the man.

"If you can continue this business in the future, then continue. If not, you can find another port; there's no need to drive them to the brink of ruin."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and took a step back.

"Master Teng, please rest. I'll have someone take you to the hospital."

The man didn't answer, but leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his gaze shifting between Uncle Liu and Gao Zhan.

"Send Master Teng to St. Mary's Hospital," Tang Liu ordered.