Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

The matter concerning the three martial arts schools can be said to have come to an end.

They made a pact to reach the pinnacle, but because they need to cultivate their spiritual realm, it won't begin for the time being.

Whether he reached the pinnacle or not was irrelevant; a trip to the three major martial arts schools was all that mattered to Chen Yi.

The greatest gain, however, was in those seemingly insignificant martial arts techniques at the end.

"Sixty-five martial arts manuals! If I could master them all and acquire their attributes, how powerful would I become?"

Even after returning to the warehouse area and entering his training room, Chen Yi's smile remained.

Martial arts realm is irrelevant to such matters.

He will show others what pure numerical dominance really means.

The left punch deals high damage, the right punch deals high damage, the body is incredibly tough, and the health bar has multiple bars.

This is what a true martial arts practitioner looks like.

"I'm not thinking about it anymore, let's start practicing."

In the training room of the warehouse, Chen Yi took out a book of external martial arts and began to practice on the spot.

He had already made a plan: to first stack up his punching power and resistance to ten.

This will enable me to have some ability to protect myself in this chaotic world.

Then we can consider the matter of martial arts realm.

He currently has a punching power of 4 and a resistance of 3. Considering that he can learn a martial arts manual a day and gain these attributes...

He still needs thirteen days to achieve his goal of self-preservation.

The time wasn't too long or too short; in short, I practiced until I was done.

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Chen Yi focused solely on practicing his martial arts, ignoring everything else.

The dock gang's affairs were no less numerous.

The first thing to be affected was the opium den.

The dock market, casinos, brothels, and opium dens were all located in the inner part of the area, which was called the inner dock street.

At this time, the White Opium Den was located on the street inside the dock.

More than ten white tobacco dens opened here in one go. Through the half-drawn curtain, you can see the smokers lying inside, smoking white tobacco with long pipes.

These people all had sunken cheeks and dark circles under their eyes.

Some people are so poor that they sell their possessions, even their wives and daughters, to afford cigarettes.

Given his appearance, it's safe to say he couldn't afford to eat.

There are also some people whose clothes are made of expensive materials, and whose cheeks are sunken and whose eyes are dark.

Then you can't say you can't afford to eat.

The real reason is that after inhaling the white smoke, one feels light and blissful, incredibly comfortable.

I don't want to be in this state for a single moment, so how could I find time to eat?

Even when they ate, they didn't have much of an appetite and finished their meal in no time.

It can be said that no matter whether one is poor or rich, once one starts smoking white cigarettes, one becomes ruined.

All he could think about was smoking white cigarettes and how to get money to smoke them.

In comparison, the business of opium dens can be described as terrifying.

Every day, a worker would carry a box of silver dollars to exchange for convenient receipts.

The owner of the opium den was not a philanderer, but a man who indulged in debauchery every day, only ordering the most popular dancers in the nightclubs and drinking only high-end whiskey imported from foreign countries.

Newspapers often report stories like this: a famous dancer is taken in by a mysterious VIP who spends a fortune to outbid the son of a merchant guild.

That mysterious distinguished guest is most likely the owner of the opium den.

This ocean money arrived much faster than the Chamber of Commerce.

Today, however, all the owners of the nearby opium dens gathered together.

His face showed displeasure.

"Has the dock gang gone mad? We offered them the same share as the Green Gang, but they refused. They're demanding that we shut down the opium dens. Have they lost their minds?"

"Are they trying to play the hero here at the docks? A bunch of gangsters, dogs, thinking like that?"

"What a bunch of idiots. Do they even know who's behind us?"

"They definitely don't know, otherwise how could they dare to say something so ridiculous as to tell us to close down? You should know that here, the Governor's Office has a quota, the Consulate has a quota, and even some of the Grand Martial Arts Masters of the Martial Arts Association have quotas."

The owners of the opium dens spoke one after another, their tone filled with disdain.

Talking to a bunch of gangsters who know nothing is simply lowering their standards.

However, one of the opium den owners looked outside with worry in his eyes: "Although the dock gang members are lowly, they do have some strength. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to replace the Green Gang overnight."

They've got their eyes on us now. If we take action directly, I'm afraid…

However, outside the White Opium Den, several henchmen were constantly peering inside, watching them intently.

One of the opium den owners said, "Don't worry, I've already sent someone to the concession to find him. The orders from the Governor's Office and the Consulate will be delivered to that dockworker soon."

Then the dockworker will realize how foolish he's been and what kind of trouble he's gotten himself into.

Don't even mention closing down; the dockworker will come kneeling down and apologizing to us in a little while, believe it or not.

He had the most opium dens in the neighborhood, so he was also known as the big boss.

One of the bosses said, "An apology is a given, and kneeling is also an option. This guy from the dock is tough; he dared to fight Iron Body Martial Arts School when he first started out. Can he really kneel down?"

"Iron Body Martial Arts School is nothing. Making him kneel is giving him a chance. He can still get a share of the Green Gang. He either kneels down and becomes a dog to enjoy wealth and luxury, or he is wiped out by the police station's inspection department. Even a fool knows which to choose."

"Besides, he's a guy who's always trying to get ahead. He was willing to risk his life for that little bit of money at the southern dock back then. Do you think he'll stick to his guns?" the boss said.

Hearing these words from the big boss...

The owners of the white opium dens, whose brows had been furrowed from being watched by the dock gang, relaxed.

They all laughed and said, "That makes sense."

Those who can become owners of opium dens are naturally intelligent people; if you put yourself in their shoes, you'll know how to choose.

Not to mention Chen Yi, who wasn't that smart.

Knowing the background of the White Opium Den, and given another chance to be a lackey, how could a dockworker not want to be one?

But some people are worried: "What if the dock gang takes action before the news from the concession arrives?"

Although we have dozens of gunmen under our command, we've already eliminated the Green Gang; those gunmen are simply not enough.

The big boss laughed and said, "Don't worry, I've already had someone investigate. The dock boy isn't in charge. The dock gang is now all managed by Four-Eyes. I've already sent someone to contact Four-Eyes. He'll have more money than he could spend in several lifetimes to keep him from making a move for a few days."

He couldn't possibly refuse something like that.

After all, taking a few days off to act is no big deal and doesn't constitute disobeying the dockworker's orders.

It'll only take a few days.

Moreover, once the news from the concession arrives, the dockworker will have to thank Four-Eyes for not taking action these past few days.

Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble.

The other bosses laughed and said, "In that case, we can rest assured."

Inside a teahouse in the dock market.

Qin Tianqi looked at the item wrapped in oil paper, which was handed to him by his subordinate leader.

He asked, puzzled, "What is this?"

If you squeeze the contents through the oiled paper, it feels thick.

It contained something very thick.

"Brother Tianqi, you'll see when you see it," said the henchman in front of him.

Qin Tianqi frowned and looked at the leader, whose name was Zhang An.

He came from a manual labor background, was particularly brave in fights, and was considered a decent talent.

If he could achieve further merit, he planned to recommend him to Chen Yi.

But instead of doing anything, these guys just send him things.

If you think you can take a shortcut by giving gifts, you'll disappoint him greatly.