All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

The young man thought for a moment and then said.

"I've already taken care of those two representatives. With you taking out these four, there should be five or six guards left!"

Bai Jiaxuan nodded and said.

"Now, do as I say!"

The young man nodded, his still-uninjured hand gripping the pistol tightly, his gaze resolute.

Bai Jiaxuan looked at the pistol in his hand. Not bad. It was a Type 26 pistol made by the Japanese, with a six-round magazine. This pistol was quite powerful.

Bai Jiaxuan nodded and said.

"Wait, after I take out these guys, you rush into the front carriage, fire a few shots, and drive those first-class dignitaries this way. Let's muddy things up first. If your teammates haven't shown up by then, you can take the opportunity to get off the train!"

The young man nodded seriously, his eyes filled with determination.

Bai Jiaxuan then spoke to Lu San.

"Give him that gourd bottle. It contains my own secret formula for gun poison. It has hemostatic, antibacterial, and local numbing effects, lasting for 24 hours. Once you're safe, have a doctor remove the bullet, and then sprinkle some of this stuff on him!"

The young man's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the gourd bottle that Lu San handed him. He had just personally experienced the magic of this medicine powder, and he said hurriedly.

"Thank you for saving my life and giving me medicine. I don't know your name, but if we are destined to meet again in the future, I will definitely repay you!"

Bai Jiaxuan waved his hand dismissively and said.

"Alright, stop with that nonsense. China is so big, we'll definitely never have a chance to meet again. I saved you this time purely because I don't like those little Japanese!"

The young man gave a wry smile, clasped his hands in a fist salute once more, and said nothing more.

At that moment, the search team members arrived next door. Bai Jiaxuan smiled and, in a flash, left the private room.

The young man and Lu San and his group heard five gunshots ring out outside the carriage: "Bang bang bang..."

Before the others could even process what was happening, Bai Jiaxuan had already returned to the carriage, his gun still emitting smoke. He blew on it and said casually.

"Five bullets, one shot kills, one left. Don't waste it. Alright, now charge out!"

The young man looked at Bai Jiaxuan with a mixture of admiration and shock. Who was this man? His marksmanship was so amazing, and his martial arts were even more exceptional. He himself had been learning martial arts since he was four years old, but in front of him, he was like a child.

But now is not the time for young people to think too much. He took a deep breath, put the gourd bottle into his pocket, and then, with one arm hanging down and the other holding a pistol, he rushed out!

The young man rushed out of the carriage and strode towards the VIP first-class carriage at the front.

Bai Jiaxuan watched the young man's retreating figure and spoke to Lu San and Zheng Mang.

"Alright, let's pack our luggage and find a chance to sneak into the third-class carriage. Stay close to me. If there are any more search personnel later, we'll jump off the train!"

Lu San and Zheng Mang were still in shock. Zheng Mang hadn't said a word, but the way he looked at Bai Jiaxuan had already changed. His eyes were shining, and Bai Jiaxuan knew at a glance what this kid was thinking. He was definitely thinking of staying by his side for the rest of his life.

Bai Jiaxuan didn't sit still either. He quickly dragged the four corpses to the passageway. There was no blood on them, and they didn't know who had killed them.

The young man rushed into the front carriage. Two gunshots rang out, followed by his shouts of shooing people away. Then, the dignitaries in the first-class carriage hurriedly crowded into the second-class carriage.

Passengers in several second-class carriages also leaned out to look, and the carriage quickly descended into chaos.

Bai Jiaxuan was calling to the group to squeeze into the third-class carriage amidst the chaos when suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rang out outside the carriage, followed by a burst of gunfire.

Bai Jiaxuan hurriedly returned to the carriage and looked out the window, where he saw seven or eight horses chasing after the train.

In this era, trains couldn't outrun horses in a sprint. Soon, several horses were running alongside the train. After Bai Jiaxuan had killed nine people on the train, there were no other soldiers left except for a few train police officers.

As gunshots rang out outside the train window, no one on the train dared to show their face.

Bai Jiaxuan quickly saw from the window that the young man named Tianjin had jumped off the train and was successfully caught by his companions, who then helped him onto the horse they had prepared for him.

Seeing that they had succeeded, his companions quickly stopped their horses.

As Tian Jin rode on his horse, his eyes scanned the windows of the train. Soon he spotted Bai Jiaxuan at the window. The two exchanged a quick smile, but didn't say anything more. Everything was understood without words, and this brief encounter officially came to an end.

Bai Jiaxuan watched as the figures outside the car window gradually disappeared, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then threw the pistol in his hand out of the car window and said to Lu San and Zheng Mang.

"Let's go, and watch my eyes later!"

The three of them squeezed into the third-class carriage with the flow of people. After a long time, the train police officer saw that there were no more gunshots and hurriedly came out to give instructions.

The train police officers in this carriage clearly lacked experience in handling such situations. The Japanese high-ranking military representative had been assassinated, and all of the Japanese security forces around him had been wiped out. They were simply unable to cope with this kind of scene.

At this moment, the dignitaries on the train also started to make a fuss. In order to quell the situation, the train police hurriedly moved the bodies scattered in the carriages to the restaurant, making everyone feel like they were back in their own carriages.

Bai Jiaxuan's worries were unfounded; with the three of them dressed like this, no one suspected them from beginning to end.

In fact, several passengers in the next carriage heard faint voices outside the carriage, but perhaps fearing trouble, none of them stood up.

Perhaps due to a shortage of manpower, or perhaps the train police witnessed the assassin jumping off the train and being picked up by someone, or perhaps the incident had too great an impact and the high-ranking officials on the train were causing too much trouble, so they could only temporarily refrain from pursuing the matter.

And just like that, Bai Jiaxuan and his two companions miraculously ended up at the Shanghai Railway Station. When they got off the train, they were still a little incredulous, and the whole thing was over!

Bai Jiaxuan didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he took the two men, each carrying a burlap sack, and quickly left!

The dazzling prosperity of Shanghai captivated the three country bumpkins who had just arrived in the city!

Looking at the bustling metropolis, Bai Jiaxuan was quite curious. It seemed he should find a place to stay for the time being!

Just then, a child selling newspapers on the street shouted loudly.

"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale! Huo Yuanjia of the Jingwu School fought with the Japanese martial arts master Ryuichi Akutagawa, and Huo Yuanjia was beaten to death, vomiting blood!"

Bai Jiaxuan's eyes sharpened when he heard the newspaper boy's shout, and he immediately called out to Lu San and the other man.

"Let's go check out the Jingwu School!"

Chapter 15

Upon hearing Bai Jiaxuan say he was going to the Jingwu School, Lu San and Zheng Mang behind him both looked puzzled, clearly neither of them had ever heard of the Jingwu School.

However, Bai Jiaxuan did not explain further. He had only taken a few steps when he realized that he did not know where the Jingwu School was and had to ask for directions!

However, it wasn't that complicated. Bai Jiaxuan led Lu San and the other person to the rickshaw stand on the side of the street, waved to the other side, and three rickshaws saw someone waving and quickly ran over.

The rickshaw pullers were all strong men, each with a towel draped over their shoulders and wearing simple gray jackets. The long hours of pulling rickshaws had given them dark complexions and well-developed muscles.

However, no matter how dark they were, they weren't as dark as the farmers who worked in the fields every day. When the group pulled the cart closer, they saw that the people waving were three farmers carrying burlap sacks.

Judging from their attire, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Bai Jiaxuan and his two companions were not locals, but rather poor souls who had come to Shanghai to make a living, especially Lu San, whose clothes were covered in pudding.

When the three rickshaw pullers saw the three men, their faces fell. One of the young men didn't even want to say a word and turned to leave.

An older master quickly called out to the young man to stop, and then stepped forward to ask Bai Jiaxuan and the other two.

"The three of you, do you need a car?"

Bai Jiaxuan nodded and said.

"Masters, how much does it cost to go to Jingwu School?"

Upon hearing the name Jingwu School and observing the attire of Bai Jiaxuan and his companions, the master shook his head and said...

"Are you all going to the Jingwu School to learn martial arts?"

Bai Jiaxuan shook his head and said.

"Hey guys, it's not like we're not paying you, why are you asking so many questions?"

Hearing Bai Jiaxuan's impatient words, the old master smiled and said.

"One person will be assigned to the Jingwu School!"

Just as Bai Jiaxuan was about to agree to the price mentioned by the master, he heard Lu San shout from behind him.

"You're robbing me! Six cents could buy so many steamed buns!"

When the other workers heard Lu San's Hanzhong accent, they all looked at him with disdain. This was normal; whether in this era or in later generations, people from Shanghai tend to look down on people from other places.

Don't underestimate these rickshaw pullers. Although they do hard labor, one of them earns more than ten families in Bailuyuan combined. Rickshaw pulling is hard work, but it's a coveted job for ordinary people. Owning a rickshaw is a sign of success.

Bai Jiaxuan didn't blame Lu San for being ignorant. He took out the money bag Lu San had given him, poured out all the money, counted it, and found that he only had one yuan and six jiao, which wasn't even enough for the bus fare.

However, Bai Jiaxuan wasn't stingy. He weighed the money in his hand and said...

"Master, it's just one dollar and sixty cents left. Will you take the three of us to Jingwu School?"

The other workers had been watching Bai Jiaxuan's actions closely. Seeing the money bag he pulled out of his pocket and the money he poured out, they were even more certain that these three were poor out-of-towners looking for work in Shanghai.

However, what Bai Jiaxuan said next surprised them. After all, they were all from humble backgrounds, and the old master still had some conscience. He smiled awkwardly and said...

"Gentlemen, Shanghai is expensive. I see this is your first time here, so you should keep some money on hand. If you really want to go to Jingwu Gate, you can walk there. It only takes about an hour if you walk fast!"

Bai Jiaxuan was surprised that the old craftsman was a decent person, so his attitude immediately became more amiable. He smiled and put the money into the money bag, then threw the money bag and the old craftsman to him.

"Masters, this is all we have. Please divide it among yourselves. It is indeed our first time in Shanghai, but we are not short of money. Alright, it's almost noon. Let's finish this quickly so you can go home and have lunch!"

The rickshaw driver, having received the money, smiled helplessly at the other two. The other two didn't say anything more, pulled the rickshaw over, and even offered to help take the burlap sacks from the group, but Bai Jiaxuan waved his hand, indicating that it wasn't necessary.

After reaching an agreement, Bai Jiaxuan invited Lu San and the other man to get into the car.

It was Lu San and Zheng Mang's first time riding in a rickshaw, so they were a little cautious and awkward. However, Bai Jiaxuan was very generous. After getting into the rickshaw, he even changed his sitting position to make himself more comfortable.

The three rickshaws sped off towards Jingwu Gate, one after the other. Lu San and Zheng Mang stood ramrod straight, gripping the rickshaw handles with constipated expressions.

Bai Jiaxuan ignored the two guys and looked around the streets.

After all, it was 1912. There were still quite a few people on the streets who hadn't cut their queues. Cars were almost nowhere to be seen. Occasionally, a rickshaw would pass by. Every street was bustling with people. The prosperity of the city was even greater than the cities Bai Jiaxuan had passed through.

On the street, middle-aged people with long braids and wearing long gowns brushed past young people in modern clothes and with short hair, creating a strange yet harmonious scene.

Foreigners pass by from time to time, and the locals have long been accustomed to them. In fact, these foreigners have even hired a large number of people to work for them.

From 1845 to the present day, the concessions in Shanghai have existed for more than half a century. This city has gathered conspirators and ambitious people from dozens of countries around the world. They are constantly trying to plunder the country's wealth, and they even think about dividing the country and becoming its masters.

Many of the Chinese people on the street were dressed in pudding-like clothes, and there was even a group of poorly clothed children who surrounded the well-dressed pedestrians and begged for money.

As expected of Shanghai, it's quite a magical city. The upper class turns a blind eye to the poverty of the lower class, or rather, they are powerless to change it and can only go with the flow.

Bai Jiaxuan was in a heavy mood the whole way. He was powerless to change anything. He was still just a passerby in this world. As he was lost in thought, his master turned into an alley and stopped in the middle of the alley. His master called out, panting a little.

"We've arrived! We've arrived at the Jingwu School!"

After driving for two hours without rest, all three drivers were sweating profusely and steaming. Bai Jiaxuan felt the six cents was worth it, so he got off the bus with a smile and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

As soon as Bai Jiaxuan got out of the car, the old driver who had driven him sighed and said...

“Young people, if you want to learn martial arts, I suggest you go to other martial arts schools. Now that even Huo Yuanjia is dead, what future does the Jingwu School have!”

Bai Jiaxuan did not answer the old master's question, because he was not obligated to.