Leave None Behind

In Puhai, at the Old Zha Police Station.

"You guys were beaten up like this by a yellow-skinned monkey?"

Mr. Albert, the chief inspector of the British Commonwealth concession and a distant relative of royal noble blood, was extremely angry.

Before him, the Indians, with their broken limbs, bruised and swollen faces, who had been conscripted to serve as police in Xinghan, were as limp as their curry paste, groaning on the ground like squashed, smelly horse dung on the road, attracting attention.

"Sir, that wasn't just any yellow-skinned monkey. That was a yellow-skinned monkey that can sink warships."

"He is Hanuman! The Son of the Wind God!"

"Mortal guns cannot catch up to gods. Hanuman disappears with the wind at any time, and when he reappears, he's right beside us! Hanuman, forgive us!"

Hanuman, the monkey god from Indian mythology.

The Indian police officers had mistaken Huo Yuanjia for Lan Yi.

The Indian police officer, with a red cloth wrapped around his head, spoke with a strong curry scent. The rich curry smell even made his English come out with a twist. The old white man Albert had to ask several times before he could barely understand what this dark and stupid ape was saying.

Damn it, these Indians were as intellectually inferior, lustful, and incompetent as their African relatives.

Albert cursed inwardly, his eyes almost spitting fire.

As a distant relative of the royal family, this gentleman was naturally not a fool to have attained the position of chief inspector.

He hadn't expected these lowly monkeys to bring back their target. A dangerous being capable of sinking ironclad ships and flying freely in the sky could not be dealt with by Indian monkeys.

But it was infuriating that these monkeys were so incompetent that they couldn't even bring back a single piece of useful information.

Mr. Albert selectively ignored the fact that a team of pure-blooded British Commonwealth lads were also present at the scene and were equally incompetent and useless.

"Cheer up, Albert, think of it as entertainment."

Beside him, a bearded white man in military uniform carefully wiped his saber. He had once used this saber to chop off many pigtails, heads that filled him with respect.

"Colonel Kent, if Downing Street investigates, you can happily find entertainment. But your uncle, our dear Prime Minister's Secretary-General, will definitely come to see me with a whip."

Albert took a deep breath and added irritably.

"After I'm dismissed and return home!"

"The ships have sunk anyway, and more ships belonging to those annoying Junkers and French have sunk," Kent sneered, shaking his head. His saber was almost fully polished.

"...Well, now that you mention it, it does count as entertainment."

The British Commonwealth hated the French the most.

Whether it was the long and bloody wars of the past or the later "head-selling" assistance from the French king, it had made the British Commonwealth people deeply resentful. As for the Junkers, it was purely because they were needed for the upcoming feast.

So, the thought that they had suffered the same fate as him made Albert suddenly feel much happier.

"Knowledgeable Colonel Kent, what do you think could fly in the sky?"

Albert's question made the calm and collected Kent frown.

This expert, who had traveled across continents and fought with Negro natives, Indian warriors, Yin warriors, and Fist Cult shamans, and who was also an expert in resolving native issues in the concessions, a cruel executioner with blood on his hands, had never actually seen a super-being that could fly in the sky, unleash lightning, and sink ironclad ships.

Colonel Kent wasn't unfamiliar with things that science couldn't explain.

While posing as an explorer hunting in the African continent, he had encountered super anacondas and terrifying giant crocodiles, as well as sorcerers who could perform minor tricks.

Those pesky little mice could indeed cause some trouble when one wasn't paying attention.

But once the guns and cannons roared, the result was always a tragic death.

This Thunder Angel who suddenly appeared in the Far East was truly outrageous. Guns and cannons had no effect on him, and it seemed he also had the ability to create other supernatural beings.

"Perhaps it's an extraterrestrial visitor," Kent casually blurted out, which was very close to the truth.

"Why would aliens help these yellow-skinned monkeys?"

"Feeling good or feeling bad? When I was hunting in the Amazon, I would watch cannibals slaughter each other and, depending on my mood, help one side... or kill them all."

Now it was hunting time.

Kent desperately wanted to add an alien trophy to his private collection. It would be far more valuable than any anaconda or crocodile.

A red-headed police officer rushed over to report.

"The Dongyang people have mobilized."

Among the ironclad ships that had been capsized and sunk into the river, there were naturally Dongyang warships. The Dongyang, who had finally managed to turn the tables, were now deploying troops from the concessions, their slogan being "Severely punish the branch."

"Let the Dongyang people go, let them fight first," Albert commanded.

This order was also echoed by the representatives of other powers.

When it came to Far Eastern affairs, the powers always had clear heads.

The Dongyang were leashed like dogs, the barbarians were intimidated by dogs, and civilized people held knives and forks. When the situation at the table changed, they would loosen the leashes and let the Dongyang, who feared retaliation the most, test the waters.

These were hundreds of soldiers, armed with guns and cannons, well-trained, and with strict military discipline.

If that Thunder Angel could handle this with such ease as well...

The powers would have to reconsider their objectives and policies in the Far East.

In this era, "well-trained" and "strict military discipline" referred to the deployment of small units, with preparation times measured in hours. And in this land whose spine had been broken, officers would intentionally indulge their soldiers to vent, in order to maintain their soldiers' cruelty and fighting will.

In summary, twelve characters: burn, kill, rob, plunder, rape, abduct, loot, commit every evil.

If the soldiers are not allowed to vent, the soldiers who fight for the empire will shoot their officers in the back.

From Lan Yi sinking the warships to the people of Dongyang demanding to send troops to severely punish the branch, sixteen hours had actually passed. For the empire's colonial era, arranging everything and mobilizing within sixteen hours could indeed be called lightning speed. After all, sixteen hours might not even be enough for the ministers of a decadent court to spit at each other and pull each other down on the throne.

But for Lan Yi.

Sixteen hours was enough for him to create two hundred Qi Cultivation martial artists and four Great Accomplishment Qi Cultivation martial artists.

And one of these four Great Accomplishment Qi Cultivation martial artists had already successfully broken through to Spirit Cultivation.

To Lan Yi's surprise.

The only Spirit Cultivation martial artist by Lan Yi's side at this moment was not Huo Yuanjia or Zhao Jian.

But a rickshaw puller.

His name was Geng Liangchen. He had handsome features and sharp eyes. Although he was a humble rickshaw puller, he possessed a fearless, rebellious spirit. It was said that he admired Huo Yuanjia and came from Jinmen specifically to participate in the Jingwu Gymnastics Association.

He never expected to encounter Lan Yi's bestowed martial arts.

"One Spirit Cultivation, three Great Accomplishment Qi Cultivation, two hundred Qi Cultivation."

"You still have Destiny Clusters activated by me within your body."

"Go, leave no Dongyang person alive. If you can't even do this..."

Lan Yi, whose skin was pale and whose aura was sinister, slowly replenished his spiritual energy in the dawn light as he unfolded Cang Hua. He didn't finish his sentence, but the air became several degrees colder and more dangerous.

Geng Liangchen, with his pale skin and sinister aura, had a terrifying darkness in the space behind his head. He bowed respectfully from the bottom of his heart.

"As the Immortal Master commands, not one will be left alive!"