Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

"Is that so? Don't worry, the newspaper will still be yours," Chen Yi said, patting Lewis on the shoulder.

Lewis sensed something amiss in his words and said, "Mr. Chen, this... isn't quite right..."

That's what he said, but the expression on his face clearly showed that he was full of excitement.

He had heard about seizing power by relying on gang support when he was still in the Kingdom of Velen, from legends about the Mafia or other gangs.

I never imagined I'd be involved myself now.

"Don't worry, since you've done things for me and done them very well, I'll definitely make sure you don't suffer any losses. The newspaper's president is afraid of the shareholders, so he listens to them."

I will let him know that I am someone he should be afraid of too.

Chen Yi said.

Lewis's dismissal from the newspaper had already given him pause for thought.

He needs to control some newspapers.

He had been thinking about this for a while, after all, no one understood the importance of public opinion better than him.

I was just busy with other things, and since Lewis and his newspaper were available, I didn't get around to doing it.

Now that we have control of the dock area, we can proceed with this matter.

"Take good photos first, capture today's execution properly. I'll tell you about the newspaper matter later," Chen Yi promised.

Lewis nodded vigorously: "No problem, Mr. Chen, this is exactly what I wanted to do."

He moved all the photo developing machines to Warehouse Street, showing he had no intention of giving up his journalism career.

This guy has a deep affection for the reporters.

"Not bad, not bad, keep up the good work, I have high hopes for you," Chen Yi said with a smile.

After leaving the cubicle, he walked back and found Qin Tianqi and the others.

"Tianqi, I want to take over the newspaper behind Lewis, as well as the other newspapers in Tianhai. Can you do it?" Chen Yi asked.

"The newspapers, they all have backers, but their influence is quite weak. How does Master Yi plan to take them down, through diplomacy or force?" Qin Tianqi asked.

"Of course it's the martial arts. We'll take down the president and the shareholders behind him, and let our people take over," Chen Yi said.

He wasn't one to engage in violence, but since the other party's shareholders were connected to Bai Yan, he couldn't be blamed for eliminating a menace for the people.

Moreover, they even kicked out Lewis. He was so dedicated to his work, and they couldn't tolerate that. It's clear that this isn't a good newspaper, and they should have changed management.

"That newspaper office is in the concession, so it's not easy to get in, but it's not a big problem," Qin Tianqi said.

The concessions could only stop ordinary people; they couldn't stop those with connections.

Passes and such are easy to obtain.

"There are other newspapers as well, they've all been looking into the news. It seems they haven't reported on the dock incident. I think it's possible they're mouthpieces for the foreigners, and they've had someone do it," Chen Yi said.

Qin Tianqi's lips twitched.

I'd like to say that things aren't exactly glorious on our side either; some newspapers just don't like gangs.

But he would definitely do as Master Yi said, so he nodded and said, "No problem, Master Yi."

Chen Yi then returned to the training room to practice, satisfied.

Although he can practice anytime, anywhere now, he is still more used to practicing in the training room.

Before you knew it, the sun was high in the sky.

The sun was high overhead, and it was as hot as ever.

At this time of day, the streets are usually deserted, with people seeking refuge from the sun in the shade.

But today, the middle of the street is crowded with people.

Those people came from all walks of life: shop owners, laborers, long-term workers, and all sorts of people who made a living at the docks.

In the middle of the street, several people were forced to kneel, their bodies tightly bound with hemp ropes, unable to move.

His face was pale, his lips were dry, and there wasn't a single patch of good flesh on his body, showing that he had been tortured terribly.

He was especially singled out and given special attention by the big bosses of many opium dens, which made him even more miserable than others.

The other bosses didn't even have the strength to speak, but the big boss still had energy.

He looked around at the dock gang gunmen who were holding guns and on guard, then at the people around him, and finally focused his gaze on the young man who was slowly walking towards him, surrounded by the dock gang leader.

Chen Yi.

He had known of Chen Yi's existence for a long time. As the boss, he had a habit of reading newspapers and was very sensitive to what was happening at the docks.

At the time, I thought Chen Yi was ruthless enough; as long as he didn't die, he could make a name for himself.

After all, this world has no room for weakness; only those who dare to fight and seize opportunities have a future.

He never expected that the other party would gain momentum so quickly and, as soon as they seized control of the dock market, would target the opium den.

This has turned him from a powerful boss with a vast network of connections throughout the company into his current miserable state.

An empty sensation and waves of pain kept coming from beneath him; he was the unlucky guy being used as a warning to others.

Even so, the boss's will to survive remained strong.

He can't die yet. Even if he gives up all his wealth, the money he gets from selling the antiques and paintings he has in certain places will still be more than he can spend in several lifetimes.

He hadn't enjoyed himself enough, so he really didn't want to die.

"These wicked people, their day has finally come."

"Hahaha, Mom and Dad, did your spirits see this? These beasts from the opium den have gotten their comeuppance."

"This Master Yi is truly a reincarnation of an Arhat, capable of capturing demons and evil spirits."

The onlookers felt incredibly relieved to see the appearance of the opium den owners.

In this area around the docks, whose home hasn't been affected by the white smoke?

Even if you don't have it at home, your relatives definitely do.

At this moment, looking at the owner of the opium den, he spat out all sorts of foul language and threw the rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and all kinds of filth and dirt in his hand onto the execution platform.

To vent more of the anger in my heart.

"The time has come," the henchman who was in charge of keeping track of the time shouted at the top of his lungs.

Then several executioners came up, each carrying a ring-pommel sword in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

These executioners were all quite old, around sixty years old.

They used to work for the imperial court, but later many executions were carried out by firing squad, so they lost their jobs.

They barely make ends meet by doing odd jobs paid daily.

Unexpectedly, they were approached by members of the dock gang and asked to return to their old ways.

He took a sip of baijiu, spat it onto the broadsword, and then raised the broadsword toward the severed head.

"Chen Yi, you can't kill me! I have a secret, a huge secret! You can't kill me!" the boss cried out.

"Wait a minute." Chen Yi waved his hand.

This guy's description is quite interesting; it's a shocking secret.

He doesn't care at all if it's just begging for mercy, threats, or promises of benefits.

But he was curious to know the earth-shattering secret.

The old executioners immediately stopped.

This unexpected turn of events gave the owners of the opium dens a glimmer of hope for survival.

They all looked at the big boss with expectant eyes.

You absolutely must deliver on your earth-shattering secret; our lives are all in your hands.

The people's cursing stopped abruptly, and they stood there stunned.

Could it be that these beasts selling white cigarettes are going to survive?