Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

The bright moon hangs high in the sky.

The visibility is excellent tonight, illuminating the streets brightly.

It should have been a great time to visit the night market, but today every household had their doors closed.

None of the street vendors could be seen anywhere.

The flyers they received in the morning made them realize that something big was about to happen.

Even those who were illiterate could sense the tense atmosphere around them, and after asking around, they learned what was going on.

At this point, the only ones who would dare to loiter outside are probably gambling addicts from casinos and lecherous old prostitutes.

However, they all do business behind closed doors and dare not open their doors.

Chen Yi was standing on the roof of a teahouse.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing at night creates a rather pleasant atmosphere.

The location is excellent; it offers a panoramic view of the entire dock area.

From his vantage point, he could see the henchmen deployed in the streets and alleys.

Each of them held a gun in their hand, their expressions tense.

A significant number of the henchmen, lacking funds, carried only weapons like axes and hid in even more concealed locations.

If the battle gets into the alley, they can step in and play a significant role.

Chen Yi didn't concern himself with gang affairs, including the personnel arrangements for tonight's clash, which were all handled by his subordinates.

He didn't want to spend his energy on these things; the only thing he needed to focus his energy on was martial arts.

From a distance, you can only see Chen Yi standing still, but when you get closer, you can see his body trembling slightly and moving in small movements.

This is someone practicing a martial art.

Actually, by now, he no longer needs to stay in a fixed training room to practice, nor does he need to perform those martial arts moves.

As long as you keep your body generating the power of martial arts, that counts as practicing martial arts.

Proficiency can increase continuously.

In terms of speed, it's not much different from practicing martial arts in a training room; it still takes a day and a night to master a martial art and gain attributes.

For Chen Yi, watching the firework display and martial arts practice tonight from the top of the teahouse was not a conflicting matter.

Time passed by, and an hour went by in the blink of an eye.

Standing on the roof of the teahouse, Chen Yi suddenly looked towards the boundary between the foreign concession and the dock market.

There, a group of men in police uniforms, carrying submachine guns, were heading towards the dock market.

The number is around one hundred.

"They're here." Chen Yi looked at the group of people; their steps were unsteady and their gait was erratic.

But they have much more advanced equipment; the submachine gun's combat power can easily crush the old-fashioned rifle.

The advanced equipment of the 100-man squad was enough to suppress the dock gang with more than 600 gunmen.

However, the quality of the police officers was not very good, so the two were about the same.

"With my current martial arts skills, I could easily crush them if I attacked them directly."

Chen Yi looked at the patrol officers and thought to himself.

These police officers are easy to deal with; he only needs to kill a dozen or so quickly, and the rest will run away crying for their parents.

If these people are allowed to run into the dock gang, both sides will think the other is trash, which will result in a lot of casualties.

Even so, Chen Yi did not intend to make a move.

"Only through firefights and gun battles can a person be tempered and refined."

"Otherwise, why bother supporting them?"

Chen Yi established the dock gang so that they would become extensions of his will and control the docks.

If you can't bear to see the dead die, and end up becoming a caregiver yourself, then you've put the cart before the horse.

The dock gang has never been tempered, and when faced with a large-scale gunfight, they will probably collapse at the first sign of trouble.

Therefore, these patrol officers are the best whetstones.

As for those henchmen who were shot and killed during the training, they could only blame their bad luck.

If you're going to be out there, you should be prepared to die on the street.

Anyway, the compensation from the gang is sufficient.

Bang bang bang bang.

In the blink of an eye, gunshots rang out from the streets of the dock.

It was the henchmen stationed outside who spotted the police and opened fire.

They were met with the fire of submachine guns.

Da da da da.

Several henchmen were killed on the spot, and the rest fled inside.

Others who heard the gunshots also rushed towards the scene.

A firefight is imminent.

"They've started." Chen Yi thought to himself as he watched the flashes of light and the constant gunfire on the street.

He didn't participate in the competition; he simply watched and practiced martial arts as he went, just as he had initially planned.

The gunfire continued until late into the night before gradually subsiding, thanks to the overwhelming numbers and the officers' wavering fighting spirit.

The end result was that the police abandoned dozens of corpses and fled the dock in panic.

Of course, the situation was even worse for the dock gang, with as many as two hundred of their henchmen dying in the gunfight.

Lack of experience in gunfights, coupled with being outmatched in equipment, led to such a tragic outcome.

Often, when a group of people are shooting together, a burst of submachine gun fire from the enemy can kill a whole bunch of them.

After the fire was over, the henchmen began collecting the bodies and, incidentally, confiscating the submachine guns left behind by the police.

As dawn broke, the streets were bare except for those single-hole doors and the wet streets from being washed.

There was nothing left related to Huojie.

"it's over."

Chen Yi shifted his gaze from the street to what was in front of him.

He had just mastered a martial art to perfection when the proficiency indicator appeared, rewarding him.

[Resistance +1. ]

Another point of resistance has been gained, bringing the resistance attribute to five points.

"In five more days, my resistance will reach ten points. By then, even bullets won't be able to penetrate me," Chen Yi thought to himself.

Only then will he be safe and secure.

Once the fire was over, he no longer needed to stay on the roof of the teahouse.

He jumped to the ground in a few steps and headed towards the warehouse street.

That is now the stronghold of the dock gang.

Upon entering the warehouse street, one can see many henchmen lying on both sides, groaning in pain.

These henchmen were all shot, but they didn't die.

Doctors continued to operate on them, removing the bullets.

More than ten nurses bandaged and treated them.

These people were hired by the gang at great expense from hospitals in the outer concession.

Otherwise, the only option would be to transport the wounded from the dock market to the hospitals in the foreign concession, and the bumpy journey would likely kill many of them.

These doctors didn't want to come; the dockside market was too chaotic, and they had heard about the gunfight.

However, the dockworkers offered an incredibly generous sum of money and engaged in friendly discussions, using their guns to reason with them and appeal to their emotions, which finally convinced them to come.

As Chen Yi walked past the wounded, he also assessed their injuries.

Five of them, though still barely alive, were beyond saving.

Even if given "martial arts secret medicine," they still wouldn't survive.

Living now only prolongs the torment.