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Just then, Cheng Yi walked towards the Jeep parked by the roadside. The sunlight fell perfectly on his profile, outlining his strong jawline. His eyes were fixed firmly on the distance, as if it were the battlefield he was about to head to.

As the two women watched his retreating figure, the awkwardness in their hearts suddenly vanished.

Yes, what an ambitious man Brother Cheng is! When he said he wanted to kill the Japanese devils and save China, the light in his eyes was even more intense than the sun.

Such a person is a hero willing to sacrifice his life for his country. For them to know him, admire him, and even marry him—isn't this a blessing earned over many lifetimes, an opportunity only possible when their ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke?

How could I have had such a thought? It was utterly disrespectful to heroes!

Xin Di secretly pinched himself, his face flushed, and he secretly glanced at Cheng Yi's back. He made a vow in his heart: He must never have such a ridiculous idea again. He must follow him closely, even if it is just to serve him tea and water, he will be willing to do so.

Wang Di took a deep breath and straightened his chest. Being able to follow a man like this, even if the road ahead was fraught with danger, was a thousand times better than being trapped in the pawnshop, waiting to be casually married off by his father to a mediocre person.

She gave Xindi a look, and the two sisters smiled at each other. Their previous confusion and awkwardness were completely replaced by a sense of inexplicable peace and anticipation.

"Let's go." Cheng Yi opened the car door, turned around and smiled at them, "Let's go to the walled city first, so you can protect yourselves."

Xindi and Wangdi quickly followed, their steps becoming much lighter.

Sunlight streamed through the alleyways, casting long shadows behind them, seemingly foreshadowing a new and extraordinary life that was slowly unfolding with the man's footsteps.

At a street corner not far away, Ai Di stopped and watched the three of them get into the jeep, his big eyes sparkling with curiosity and stubbornness.

She clenched her fists and ran towards the Kowloon Walled City—she wanted to see what kind of person this "King of the Walled City," who could make her sisters willingly follow him and terrify her parents, really was.

The jeep hadn't gone far when the roar of the engine was suddenly interrupted by a sharp screech of brakes.

Cheng slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the pavement, and the car came to a stop just in front of a rickshaw—the driver had recklessly blocked the car in the middle of the road.

Cheng looked closely and saw that the man pulling the cart was a burly man with arms thicker than an average person's thighs and a back as straight as a door.

"Huh? Aerial acrobat, Teacher Xu?" Cheng Yi couldn't help but laugh.

This character is one of the few upright characters played by Teacher Xu. Although he is a supporting character and doesn't even have a proper name, he left a strong mark on the plot - especially the scene where he was willing to die to save Xin Di and Shen Fang, which is still touching to this day.

Just as he was about to speak, Xin Di, who was beside him, suddenly leaned out of the carriage window and asked with concern, "Brother driver, are you alright? Did I scare you just now?"

The driver glanced at Xindi, said nothing, pulled the rickshaw and turned to leave, but his steps were heavier than when he came.

Cheng raised an eyebrow, started the car and chased after them, rolling down the window and calling out, "Brother, do you have time to chat for a bit? It won't take up much of your time."

The driver stopped, turned around, and said in a muffled voice, "I was in the wrong for blocking your way. I apologize."

"That's not why." Cheng Yi got out of the car. "I just wanted to say a few words to you, and then I'll leave."

The driver glanced at Cheng Yi, then at Xin Di and Wang Di who had gotten off the rickshaw behind him. After hesitating for a moment, he stopped the rickshaw by the roadside and waited for him to speak.

"What is your name, sir?" Cheng Yi asked.

“I don’t have a name,” the coachman said in a muffled voice. “Everyone just calls me coachman.”

"Hello, driver," Cheng said with a smile. "I see you have a strong build; you'd be a good candidate for martial arts. With the country in crisis right now, would you like to join us in fighting the Japanese devils?"

The driver was taken aback, his eyes widening suddenly. He instinctively looked at Xindi and Wangdi: "You... those two women, are you with you too?"

"Expel the Tartars and restore China, regardless of gender or age." Cheng Yi said firmly, "They can carry guns and provide medical care; they are no less capable than men."

A strange light flashed in the driver's eyes. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "I have no home or job, all I have left is this rickshaw. If you need my help, I'm willing to do whatever I can."

“Okay!” Cheng Yi readily agreed. “Then do me a favor. There’s a man named Shen Fang living next to the pawnshop we just left. Go there and wait for him. He’ll come out tonight. Tell him that Cheng Yi sent you to pick him up. Take him to the entrance of Kowloon Walled City and tell the gatekeeper, ‘Cheng Yi sent you.’ Someone will then lead you to me.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a roll of banknotes and stuffed it into the driver's hand: "Take this money first, buy some things. By the way, do you know Xindi and Wangdi's younger sister, Aidi?"

The driver tightened his grip on the banknotes and nodded: "I've seen her a few times, she's a stubborn girl."

"That's good," Cheng Yi said. "You can ask her later if she wants to come to Kowloon Walled City. I'm afraid she might get lost if she tries to find her way here, and it could even cause trouble."

After he finished speaking, he glanced back at the shadows at the street corner, where a small figure seemed to flash by.

He patted Xindi and Wangdi on the bottom and said with a smile, "Let's go."

The two women blushed and followed Cheng Yi into the car.

After the jeep drove away, the driver slowly loosened his grip on the banknotes, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He stared in the direction the car had disappeared, his facial muscles twitching as he exhaled a breath of stale air, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

On the train, Xindi couldn't help but ask, "Brother Cheng, I understand why you had the driver pick up Brother Shen, but why did you also have to pick up Aidi? She's still so young..."

“I just saw a little girl peeking around outside the pawnshop. She looks a bit like you, so I think it must be her.”

Cheng Yi smiled and said, "Since she's curious and wants to come, I'll give her a chance. If she's thought it through by tonight and doesn't want to cause trouble, that would be best; if she insists on coming, I'll give her the right to choose."

As they were talking, the car had already arrived at the entrance of Kowloon Walled City. Cheng Yi stopped the car, waved his hand, and the jeep vanished into thin air.

Xindi and Wangdi were so shocked that their mouths were agape, and they couldn't close them for a long time.

"Don't be surprised," Cheng Yi said with a smile. "You'll see even more incredible things in the future."

We entered the walled city and headed straight for the underground boxing ring.

From afar, the deafening shouts could be heard. In the center of the field, Twelve-Road Tan Tui A-Qiang was training a group of young men, all of them bare-armed, their fists swinging with fierce force.

Judging from their appearance, most of them were unruly, and two of them had bandages wrapped around their heads and arms, clearly indicating that they had been disciplined for being disobedient.

As soon as Cheng Yi walked over, the noisy scene instantly quieted down. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, their eyes filled with awe, and even their punches and kicks became much more disciplined.

Cheng Yi sighed inwardly: I hope these children will never have to use this strength.

He called over Ah Gui, who was supervising nearby, and whispered, "Prepare some saltpeter, sulfur, charcoal, fuse, and tin can for me. I need them."

Although Ah Gui was a rough man from the walled city, he had somehow learned some English and was quite knowledgeable about these chemicals. He nodded and replied, "Don't worry, Brother Yi, I'll take care of it right away."

Before long, the training instructor was changed to Ah Sheng, who practices Hung Family Iron Wire Fist.

He was shirtless, with ten gleaming iron rings on each arm, which jingled as he swung them, each move carrying immense power.

As Cheng Yi watched, he couldn't help but think of his "Super Hung Family Iron Wire Fist Ultimate Secret Manual," and his hands started itching. He silently stood at the back of the line and started practicing along with them.

The first few moves were fine; his moves were exactly the same as Ah Sheng's, or even more standard.

But the gap became more and more obvious as time went on—when he exhaled, the word "Hi" carried a heavy sonic wave, causing the surrounding youths to retreat in unison; with every move he made, the wind from his fists could create sonic booms, and the bricks and stones under his feet were shaken and sent flying.

Everyone was so frightened that they all scrambled to a distance. Even Ah Sheng stopped, staring wide-eyed at Cheng Yi, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Brother Yi truly is a genius! The internal strength of his Iron Wire Fist has reached such a level, it's unheard of!"

Xin Di and Wang Di stood aside, their hearts pounding with excitement, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Cheng Yi—their man was so incredibly strong!

After finishing his punches, Cheng Yi realized that he was all alone. He was about to make a joke when he was drowned out by A Sheng's flattery and the applause of the crowd. Feeling somewhat disheartened, he waved and led the two women back.

As evening fell, Cheng Yi was tinkering with homemade bombs in his room, carefully filling the prepared gunpowder into a tin can when someone came to report: "Brother Yi, there are three people looking for you at the city gate. They've gotten into a fight with the brothers of the Twelve-Road Tan Leg style. The leader of those guys is incredibly skilled in martial arts!"

Cheng Yi's heart stirred, and he quickly got up and led his younger brothers, Xin and Wang, to the city gate.

Sure enough, the coachman, Shen Fang, and a girl with pigtails were standing there, while Shen Fang was locked in a fierce battle with the Twelve-Road Tan Leg style.

Shen Fang displayed a perfect balance of offense and defense, advancing and retreating with measured steps. His Eagle Claw Iron Shirt technique was so powerful that it forced the Twelve-Road Tan Leg technique into a perilous situation.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Twelve-Road Tan Tui had no intention of killing Shen Fang; he simply wanted to familiarize Shen Fang with the offensive and defensive tactics.

"Stop it, everyone," Cheng Yi said.

Everyone stopped immediately. When Shen Fang saw Cheng Yi, he knelt down with a thud and excitedly shouted, "Disciple greets Master! Master taught me divine spear techniques, which I will never forget!"

Cheng Yi helped him up and patted him on the shoulder: "Make good use of your skills to protect your country, then my teaching you will not have been in vain."

He then looked at his younger brother, who was standing to the side with a stubborn yet curious look in his eyes, and smiled, "Since you're here, come in."

As the group ventured deeper into the fortified village, Cheng Yi had a dog meat hot pot prepared in a spacious stone house.

The charcoal fire was blazing, and the meat broth in the pot was bubbling and boiling. Pieces of dog meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat floated up and down, coated in red oil. The aroma, mixed with the mellowness of rice wine, filled the damp air and dispelled some of the winter chill.

The group sat around a low table, picking up scalding hot pieces of meat with chopsticks, dipping them in minced garlic and vinegar, and discussing their next plans.

When things got interesting, Shen Fang would suddenly stand up and demonstrate a few moves of his newly learned Eagle Claw Iron Shirt technique. Ah Sheng would occasionally raise his hand to block, and the two would exchange a few moves, drawing cheers from the crowd.

The driver was a man of few words, but he was the most generous. Whenever someone raised a glass, he would drink it down in one gulp. With each swallow, a bowl of rice wine would be gone, and a rosy glow would gradually spread across his dark face.

Xindi, Wangdi, and Aidi, three girls, sat to the side, whispering to each other, occasionally glancing at Cheng Yi with a hint of shyness and dependence in their eyes.

After the men had drunk their fill and the table was a mess of cups and plates, the women would get up in unison to clear the dishes and wipe the table. Their movements were natural and smooth. Even Ai Di, who had just arrived in the village, joined in the chores, completely unaware that she had quietly taken on the role of Cheng Yiyi's attendant.

After tidying up, everyone sat down again. Cheng Yi looked at Ah Sheng of the Hong Family Iron Wire Fist, Ah Gui of the Five-Brother Eight Trigrams Staff, and Ah Qiang of the Twelve-Road Tan Leg beside him and said, "You guys go outside and keep watch. I have something important to tell them."

The three men clasped their hands in agreement, turned and went out. The heavy wooden door creaked shut, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

The remaining Shen Fang and the coachman immediately sat up straight, their expressions solemn; the three women, though they didn't know what Cheng Yi was going to say, also looked over curiously.

"Shen Fang, show them what you've got," Cheng Yi said.

Shen Fang nodded and stood up, first unleashing a few moves of Eagle Claw Iron Shirt.

He moved with the agility of a hungry eagle swooping down on its prey, leaping and bounding through the not-so-spacious stone house with light, nimble steps as if walking on flat ground. His ten fingers were bent like hooks, and with a sudden grab, he pried off several pieces of stone from the corner of the wall. The strength of his fingers astonished the three women, who stared wide-eyed.

They had lived next door to Shen Fang for many years and never imagined that this refined and progressive young man possessed such skills.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Fang took a deep breath, stood in the center of the room, and shouted.

In an instant, flames erupted from his head, quickly spreading to his entire body, turning him into a human torch, and the surrounding air suddenly heated up. The coachman who was slightly closer to him instinctively took two steps back to avoid the scorching heat.

Cheng Yi casually picked up a chopstick and threw it over. Before it even touched the flames on Shen Fang's body, the chopstick was ignited by the high temperature, turned into a spark, and instantly burned to ashes.

"Hiss—" Everyone gasped, their eyes filled with horror.

“This is the Fire element from the Five Elements,” Cheng Yi said slowly. “Besides that, there are the other four elements: Metal, Wood, Water, and Earth. The Metal element allows one to become entirely metallic, impervious to blades and spears, and can also manipulate metal and summon lightning for attacks; the Wood element excels at repair and healing, and has a natural affinity with plants and animals; the Water element can transform into water or ice, controlling rivers and ice; the Earth element can merge with the earth, moving freely through the soil, and can both throw boulders and trap enemies with mud. Which one are you interested in?”

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.