Republic of China era: Actor? Please call me Martial Arts Master!

Chapter 22 Staged Accidents: A Tactic to Eliminate All Inheritance

"father!"

Lu Cheng's mind went blank for a moment. He took a step forward and supported the swaying Lu Laogen.

"What happened? Who did this?"

Upon seeing his son, Lu Laogen's last breath vanished instantly.

With a loud "waaaah," the old man squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

"The car...the car is gone."

"My car! Someone impounded it!"

As Lu Laogen continued his intermittent sobbing, Lu Cheng finally understood what had happened.

This afternoon, Lu Laogen pulled up a guest wearing a long gown and holding a brocade box, saying he wanted to go to Liulichang.

As I was passing the entrance to a quiet alley, two people suddenly darted out from the side, not looking where they were going, and ran straight into the car wheel.

Lu Laogen was an old hand; he reacted quickly and squeezed the brake with all his might.

The car stopped, but didn't even touch the hem of the two people's clothes.

But the passenger in the car, as if they had planned it beforehand, dropped the brocade box in his hand to the ground with a "thud".

A pile of broken porcelain shards rolled out from inside.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so people rushed out of the alley, each carrying a short stick, wearing black vests with the character "聚" (gather) embroidered on their chests.

The people at Jucheng Auto Dealership!

The customer insisted that it was an official kiln bottle used by Emperor Qianlong, worth five hundred silver dollars.

That's a staged accident.

It's a scheme specifically designed to wipe out retail investors!

"They said...they said they would pay five hundred dollars in compensation."

Lu Laogen was trembling with sobs, clutching Lu Cheng's sleeve tightly.

"I won't give it to him. I said my son is Lu Cheng, he's a star."

"The fat, dark-skinned guy who was in charge slapped me twice."

"He said... he said Lu Cheng is nothing, he's just looking for Lu Cheng!"

"These are the rules set up for Lu Cheng. If you want to make a living in Nancheng, whether you're an opera singer or a rickshaw puller, you have to pay homage to Master Wan!"

"Finally, they impounded the car and said that if I didn't come up with 500 yuan to redeem it within three days, they would smash the car and break my leg..."

As Lu Cheng listened, his expression grew increasingly calm.

It was eerily calm.

He helped his father up, brushed the dust off the old man's body, and then fetched a basin of hot water to gently wipe away the bloodstains from his father's face.

"Dad, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt... I just feel sorry for the car."

Lu Laogen sobbed, "Chengzi, how about... how about we just bear with it? We don't need the car anymore, we can't afford to mess with those people, they have knives."

"We won't be pulling carts anymore, Dad will stay home and cook for you."

The old man was terrified of being beaten.

Those people were really going all out to kill; the murderous glint in their eyes showed they didn't care about human life at all.

Lu Cheng remained silent.

He simply wiped his father's face quietly and helped him lie down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Then, I took out a good medicine from the cabinet, boiled it, and served it to my father.

Watching my father fall into a deep sleep under the influence of the medicine.

Lu Cheng turned around and walked out of the house.

The wind picked up in the courtyard.

Shunzi and Xiaodouzi, the two apprentices, were hiding in a corner, looking at their master with a frosty face, too scared to even breathe.

Lu Cheng walked to the weapon rack.

He reached out and grasped the large white wax spear.

This gun is a prop from the stage. The spearhead is not sharpened; it's made of tin and is soft.

But the gun barrel was made of fine ash wood, soaked in tung oil for three years, making it both tough and hard.

Lu Cheng's fingers gently caressed the gun barrel.

"Tolerate?"

"In this world, forbearance is a double-edged sword."

"The more you endure, the faster the knife will fall."

"Shunzi" (a type of Chinese character)

Lu Cheng suddenly spoke.

"Here!" Shunzi jumped up and quickly ran over.

"Go, fetch me a basin of cold water."

"Why!"

A basin of ice-cold well water was brought up.

Lu Cheng rolled up his sleeves and dipped his hands into the water.

The cold water stimulated the skin, causing the pores to close instantly, and the internal heat was locked in the bone marrow, brewing and churning.

Wash your hands and face.

Lu Cheng unbuttoned his long gown, took it off, folded it neatly, and placed it on the rattan chair.

Inside, she was dressed in a black, tight-fitting short outfit, with a red silk sash tied around her waist.

This outfit is very similar to the "night-walking clothes" he wore when he played Zhao Yun storming Cao Cao's camp on stage.

"Keep an eye on the house."

"Take good care of the advisor."

Lu Cheng picked up the white wax spear and strode towards the door.

"Master Cheng, where are you going?" Little Bean cried out in a sob.

Lu Cheng paused in his steps.

He turned around and grinned.

That smile, in the darkness, was as white as snow.

"Go get the car."

……

Jucheng Auto Shop's compound is located on an open area in the southern part of the city.

This was originally a horse stable of a former Qing dynasty prince; it was a large place with high walls.

It was already late at night.

But inside the car dealership's compound, the lights were on and the place was bustling with activity.

Several bonfires were burning in the middle of the courtyard, with whole sheep roasting on top, sizzling and dripping with oil.

Dozens of shirtless men, or men wearing sheepskin coats, were drinking and playing drinking games around a bonfire, their mouths full of foul language.

In the very center of the yard, the brand-new "Speedy" rickshaw lay abandoned in the mud like a wronged little wife.

There were several black footprints on the genuine leather seat.

There was even a drunk man standing in the back of the truck, unbuckling his belt, trying to urinate inside.

"Hahaha, let's add some 'spice' to Boss Lu's car!"

On the steps of the main house sat a fat, dark-skinned man, as tall as an iron tower.

His face was full of fat, his bald head was shiny, and he was holding a leg of lamb in his hand, eating it with his mouth dripping with oil.

This is Wan Qi.

He was nicknamed "Iron Arhat".

"Damn it, I thought Lu Cheng was some big shot."

Wan Qi threw the bone away and spat.

"It's past midnight, and you don't even dare to fart."

"Looks like he's just an actor who only dares to show off on stage. Looks like we got our money from the Qinghe Troupe for nothing!"

"Seventh Master is mighty!"

The henchmen below started shouting in unison.

"That's right. In this southern part of the city, dragons have to coil up, and tigers have to lie low. Who dares to bare their teeth at our Jucheng Auto Shop?"

Just before the man had even urinated...

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang.

That heavy, red-painted door covered in iron.

It was actually kicked open from the outside!

It's not about pushing it away.

The bolt on the back of the door was kicked off!

The two heavy doors crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, instantly poured into the warm courtyard.

All sound ceased abruptly at that moment.

The man who was standing on the car to urinate was so frightened that he shuddered and held back all his urine, almost bursting out of his bladder.

All eyes were focused on the doorway.

There, a person was standing.

Dressed in all black, his posture was as upright as a pine tree.

He carried a large, white gun, its tip dragging on the ground, carving a deep furrow in the snow.

Lu Cheng.

He walked into the courtyard step by step.

With each step, the snow beneath our feet crunched crisply.

It's like stepping on everyone's hearts.

"Whose pants weren't tucked in properly, and you got exposed?"

Wan Qi stood up, his eyes filled with malice, and grabbed a thick-backed cleaver.

"Lu Cheng?"

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while you choose the path to hell but refuse to walk it."

"Since you're here, don't leave."

"Brothers, get him! Cripple him!"

With a single command from Wan Qi.

"Kill them!!"

The dozens of thugs in the courtyard, already half-drunk, grabbed sticks, machetes, and iron rulers from the sidelines and pounced like a pack of hungry wolves.

Dozens of people are fighting against one.

To an ordinary person, this would be a certain death.

Even those disciples who have developed Ming Jin (a martial arts skill) in martial arts schools, without real skills, would be in serious trouble.

But there was not a ripple in Lu Cheng's eyes.

At this moment.

The familiar handwriting resurfaced in his mind once again.

But this time, it's not a task, it's a state of being.

[Current Status: Zhao Zilong's Character - Loyal and Courageous]

[Effect: Courage +300%, Physical Strength +50%]