"So even Commander Li's son is a good-for-nothing," the man sneered.

Li Changzhou glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and saw a man in his forties with a pale face, who, in the dim light, looked like a dead man lying in a coffin.

Li Changzhou indeed couldn't hear his heartbeat, and didn't even notice him before he made his move.

"A wise man submits to circumstances," Li Changzhou said with a fawning smile. "Brother, just tell me what you need. How much money do you want? Which guy in jail do you want to save?"

"Money? I'll take your life!" The man stabbed the knife deeper, and blood seeped from his neck.

"No, no, no! Brother, let's talk this out! Let's talk this out!" Li Changzhou hurriedly shouted, shrinking back like a complete novice.

The man didn't follow up with the knife; instead, he grabbed the man's suit collar, pulled him in front of him, and stared at him with eyes like nails.

"Eat it." The man handed over a white pill.

"W-what is that?" Li Changzhou looked down, staring in fear.

"You think you can just eat because I tell you to? You want to die?"

"Eat! Eat!" Li Changzhou reached out and took the white pill, examined it briefly, and put it in his mouth.

After confirming that he had actually eaten it, the man said quickly in a low voice, "If you don't want to die, come to the Pear Garden at 8 pm on April 28th to listen to the 'Spring Emperor' play."

After saying that, without waiting for Li Changzhou's reply, he opened the car door and jumped out in a flash.

The car door shook twice, and the gunshots seemed to find their way in.

Inside the carriage, Li Changzhou raised the fingers that had held the pill, and the king cobra stood up, its forked serpent licking at him.

He raised his left arm again, and the king cobra gently bit down.

"Interesting." Li Changzhou rubbed the cut he had made with the knife with his right hand, rolled the blood into a bead, and put it into his mouth.

I thought that once I arrived in 1928, I wouldn't have any rivals, but I ended up witnessing so many strange and wonderful things in just one night.

Liu De had a visualization technique, and the person hiding in the car also had a visualization technique to weaken their aura.

These two aren't particularly strong, but there are definitely stronger people in Song City.

April 28th, which is the day after tomorrow.

The king cobra released its grip and disappeared into thin air, the two carefully made fang marks slowly healing.

"Second Master." Liu De returned, his face stained with blood and filled with ferocity. "The first assassin was shot dead in a hail of bullets. The second one was rescued by reinforcements."

"Forget it, let's go back."

"Yes," Liu De replied, then shouted towards the Lin mansion, "Come out and clean the floor!"

Just as Lin Ziwen and the others came out, Li Changzhou's three cars drove away.

"It's over!" Lin Ziwen lamented, beating his chest and bowing his head in regret.

"What happened? Is Master Li injured?" Mrs. Lin asked anxiously.

Lin Ziwen had no time to pay attention to her at this moment. A guest who hadn't left yet said, "Master Li was assassinated here, and the Lin family didn't step forward to help. That's why he's in trouble."

His words carried a hint of mockery and amusement.

The Lin family was already in a bad situation, and now they have offended Master Li, who is about to take charge of Songcheng. Who will care about their feelings now?

“Those people have guns, what can we do? Will Master Li blame us for this?” Mrs. Lin’s face grew paler and paler as she spoke.

Lin Yin looked at the bullet holes at the door, the shattered car, and the corpse pierced by bullets, her face equally pale.

Li Changzhou didn't take the assassination attempt seriously. Firstly, since the start of the game, he had been ambushed by other players. While ambushing other players wasn't commonplace, it wasn't anything to be alarmed about.

Secondly, he still had his younger sister and Miss Yang on his mind.

Third, he was more concerned with whether he could learn something from the dungeon than with the mission itself. Now that two experts had suddenly appeared (one of whom was a subordinate, but it would take some time to discover), it suited his needs perfectly.

Liu De followed beside the Second Master and saw that he walked unhurriedly, not taking the assassination attempt seriously at all. He couldn't help but admire this young master who had returned from abroad. He was indeed worthy of being the son of the warlord.

The temporary marshal's mansion was luxurious and extravagant. Not long ago, Li Xinghua had moved in with his seven wives. Soldiers were stationed in Songcheng to prevent any disturbances.

Grandpa Li, Li Bichang, was also there, but he had found a Western-style building to live in outside.

Li Erye, also known as Li Changzhou, had been abroad for many years. Upon his return, he was asked by Commander Li to stay at the Commander's Mansion. This was not only because they had not seen each other for many years, but also to protect his second son, who had no trusted confidants.

After passing through countless courtyards and covered walkways, and through several moon gates, I finally saw the female servants of the mansion, including old women and girls as young as twelve or thirteen.

Those who saw him from afar would avoid him; those who couldn't avoid him would at least bow and call out, "Second Master."

When has Master Li ever been treated with such respect?

He reminded himself: Li Changzhou, you are a successor to communism, you must not be corrupted, you must be a healthy successor to communism.

The courtyard was brightly lit, with electric lights everywhere. You could see jujube trees, willow trees, peony flowers, and a series of beautiful large water vats filled with lotus flowers.

The Gene Era

There were many more flowers and trees, but because it was dark, Li Changzhou couldn't recognize them—mainly because he didn't know their names at all.

"Second Master, the Commander-in-Chief wants you to go to the living room." A maid came over.

"Okay, thank you." Li Changzhou nodded and walked towards the living room.

The living room is in a Western style, with a red carpet laid at the entrance, making it look like a European palace.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard laughter and chatter.

"I only ate two meals and didn't touch anything, so where did this 'eight' come from?" A woman's voice was loud and a bit noisy, but her tone was quite beautiful.

"You lost money, are you planning to renege on your debt?" Another woman spoke, speaking in a soft, gentle voice; she was actually from Suzhou.

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