June Collection of Books in Shanghai

Word Count: 50489 (1-5) Prologue:

The Bloodshed at the Ferry Crossing

Summer 1917, Wusongkou, Shanghai.

"Crack—"

A bolt of lightning flashed, and instantly, the sky brightened!

"Boom—"

Like the roar of the heavens, a muffled rumble of thunder followed!

"Splash—"

Large raindrops poured down from the sky, and as far as the eye could see, the world in the rain was a gray blur!
This was a small ferry crossing in the Wusongkou area of Shanghai, and Anyuan Inn was
the only inn within a three-mile radius of this small ferry crossing—

"Young Master, with this heavy rain, it seems we won't be able to deliver the goods today."

The speaker was a man in his thirties dressed in gray. He was standing at the entrance of Anyuan Inn, looking out from inside. The raging storm outside made him frown. He continued, "Such a violent storm is a once-in-a-century event. The Huangpu River must be quite turbulent. No boatman will be willing to help us with this trip."

At this moment, a young man in a blue robe came to the gray-clad man's side, also looking out the door, and sighed, "This wretched rain, of all times, it came just when we were almost at our destination! Alas...
what can we do? Our cartloads of goods can't withstand even a little moisture! Now we can only wait for the rain to stop."
The young man in the blue robe was surnamed Meng, and his given name was Yan. He was the young master of "Huilong Old Shop," the largest medicinal herb shop in Yuyao, Zhejiang, and could be considered a wealthy young man. Upon closer inspection, Meng Yan appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Though dressed as a scholar, he possessed a tall and upright posture, and his appearance was refined and handsome.

This time, Meng Yan was transporting several cartloads of valuable medicinal herbs from Yuyao to Shanghai. Originally, after entering Shanghai, he would rent a small boat at the Wusongkou estuary and sail downstream along the Huangpu River, reaching his destination in about half a day.
However, at this crucial moment, a torrential downpour struck! Those cartloads of valuable medicinal herbs, of course, couldn't afford to get even a drop of rain on them. Fortunately, before the rain started, Meng Yan had his men move the herbs from the carts to the inn's lobby.

"Wang Biao, stop looking. This rain isn't going to stop anytime soon." Meng Yan patted the gray-clad man's shoulder and continued, "It might be another day or two. Have the men come over, have some food and drink, and rest a bit. They've all been working hard these past few days escorting the carts."

"Yes, young master." Wang Biao, the gray-clad man, went to greet them.

Meng Yan turned and walked into the inn's lobby. He thought to himself: "Wait a day or two? It's easy to say, but if I really have to wait a day or two, won't I have to wait another day or two to see Xiaoya?" Thinking of his beloved wife, Chu Qingya, Meng Yan felt a surge of heat in his heart! Especially when he thought of her beautiful, slightly angry expression and her exquisite feet, he was completely captivated and unable to control himself…

Wang Biao was indeed efficient; in no time, he had the shopkeeper prepare wine and food. He then invited Meng Yan and the six pharmacy workers who had accompanied the cart to sit down.

“Everyone, you’ve all had a hard time on this delivery! Come, let me toast you all!”
With that, Meng Yan raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

“Thank you, young master!” The workers also raised their glasses and drank with great joy. For them, it was truly fortunate to work for a boss like Meng Yan. Meng Yan was kind and generous, and he took good care of his workers, so everyone respected him greatly.

“Thank you, young master!” Wang Biao also raised his glass and drank with the others. Three generations of his Wang family had served as bodyguards for the Meng family; his grandfather had worked for Meng Yan’s grandfather, so his way of addressing Meng Yan was naturally different from the others.

"It seems the rain won't stop today, so we can't rent boats and can't continue our journey. We'll inevitably have to stay at this inn. Well, let's take this opportunity to eat and drink to our hearts' content, and get a good night's sleep to recharge," Meng Yan continued. "Tomorrow, once the rain stops, let's all work together to finish this job, and I'll treat everyone to a good meal then!"

"Yes, young master!" The workers' spirits immediately rose upon hearing Meng Yan's words—this batch of medicinal herbs was quite valuable, and once the goods were delivered, Meng Yan would surely give them a share of the profits.

"Tonight, just leave two people to watch the herbs; let the others rest well," Meng Yan then turned and whispered to Wang Biao. "

Understood, young master," Wang Biao replied. At the same time, he thought to himself: The young mistress has been at her uncle's place in Shanghai for three months. The young master loves her so much, and having not seen her for so long, he must be more anxious than anyone else now that she's in Shanghai. In this situation, he still thought of comforting us first; the young master is truly a good person… Wang Biao has followed Meng Yan since childhood, so he naturally knows his situation very well.

"Bang!"

While Meng Yan and his group were eating, drinking, and chatting, the inn's door was suddenly kicked open, and three figures darted in through the wind and rain!

Looking up, everyone saw that the three men were all carrying samurai swords, wearing wooden clogs, and dressed as Japanese samurai.
The leader had a small mustache, while the other two had a scar on their face and a full beard; all three looked fierce—they were three Japanese ronin! However, they were soaked to the bone and looked quite disheveled.

As soon as the three Japanese ronin entered the inn, they shouted loudly in broken Chinese, "Is there… anyone here?"

"Yes! Yes! Coming right away!" The waiter hurriedly came to greet them.

Upon seeing that they were Japanese, Meng Yan snorted coldly in his heart and turned away. He had never liked the Japanese, but now, with the turbulent times, he was suddenly... (The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated scene) Three Japanese ronin were already drinking hot
tea at the waiter's behest, talking and laughing loudly in Japanese. (The text then shifts again to a seemingly unrelated scene) The inn's lobby wasn't large, so how could Meng Yan and his companions not hear them? Meng Yan's face darkened, and he put down his chopsticks, seemingly about to explode! Not only him, but all the other workers around him were indignant!
No wonder, when someone insults your country to your face, any man with a modicum of backbone would stand up!
However, at this moment, a hand stopped Meng Yan. He turned around and saw Wang Biao.

Wang Biao was also furious, but he remained calm, stopping Meng Yan from standing up, saying, "Young Master, don't be impulsive! It's better to avoid trouble. The shop's affairs are more important. We still have goods to handle; it's not wise to cause trouble!"

Although young and impetuous, Meng Yan was also a shrewd man. Hearing Wang Biao's words, he gradually calmed down, but kept a stern face and lowered his head, remaining silent.

At this point, the previously harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table was completely destroyed!

Meng Yan calmed down, but he didn't expect that the three monsters would come to him on their own initiative. The one with the small mustache, who was the leader of the three, was sniffing left and right with his nose sticking out. Finally, his eyes fell on the few packets of medicinal herbs piled up in the corner!

"Hmm... the smell of Ganoderma lucidum, and... um? It's ginseng! Korean! Haha, good! Very good!" With that, the man with the mustache looked around again, seeing that only Meng Yan and his group were in the inn—undoubtedly, the herbs belonged to them!

"Pah! This guy has a keen sense of smell!" Meng Yan thought. At the same time, he gave Wang Biao a wink, the meaning clear: trouble is coming, prepare for the worst!

The man with the mustache sized up Meng Yan and his group a few more times, and after confirming that the man in the blue shirt was their leader, he walked towards them. Upon reaching them, he feigned elegance and gave Meng Yan a slight bow, saying in his broken Chinese, "This... oh, young master, hello!" "

May I ask what brings you here?" Meng Yan replied indifferently.

"Over there—" the man with the mustache pointed to the medicinal herbs in the corner, "Ginseng, and Ganoderma lucidum, is that...your stuff?"

"That's right, those are indeed my goods," Meng Yan replied.

"Then I'll buy your...my...goods! Haha!" the man with the mustache laughed arrogantly, as if the herbs were already his!

"Oh? In that case, what price are you willing to pay?" Meng Yan asked. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he became more open.

"We Japanese are trustworthy, extremely good! So we'll... um... we'll..."
The man with the mustache seemed to be considering it, and when he said "We Japanese are trustworthy, extremely good," Meng Yan and the others simultaneously showed expressions of "disagreement"...

"Ah! This young master, I've made up my mind." At this moment, the man with the mustache finished his consideration and said, "We'll offer one hundred silver dollars! You sell it to me!" "

Hahaha!" Meng Yan laughed angrily. One hundred silver dollars? You must know that this batch of medicinal herbs are all precious Chinese herbal medicines. Although they can't be said to be priceless, they are still quite valuable, worth several hundred taels of gold! A mere one hundred silver dollars probably wouldn't even buy one of the ginseng roots! So, Meng Yan's face darkened, and he said, "One hundred silver dollars? You're not joking

, are you?" "You won't sell?!" After saying that, the man with the mustache's face also darkened.

"This shipment has already been reserved, I won't sell it, please leave!" Meng Yan didn't want to get entangled with the Japanese any longer, so he gave them the order to leave.

"Baka! You're going to get what's coming to you!" With that, the man with the mustache reached out to grab Meng Yan.

Wang Biao, who had been on guard nearby, snorted coldly and moved to block Meng Yan's path. At the same time, he extended his right hand, clenched his fist, and attacked the man with the mustache! Two crisp "slap" sounds rang out as Wang Biao and the man with the mustache exchanged blows in an instant!

At this moment, the man with the mustache looked perfectly normal, and he even gave Wang Biao a provocative smile; while Wang Biao's face was pale, and he was clutching his right wrist with his left hand—clearly, Wang Biao had suffered a hidden loss in the previous exchange!

Instantly, Meng Yan and the others' expressions changed. Although Wang Biao's martial arts skills weren't top-notch, they weren't weak either. Who would have thought that he couldn't even withstand a single blow from his opponent?!

"Haha, my opponent... yours, no!" The man with the mustache chuckled contemptuously, reaching out to grab Meng Yan again. But by then, the injured Wang Biao was too late to save him!

"Young Master, be careful!" Wang Biao cried out urgently.

Meng Yan knew no martial arts; how could he possibly dodge the man with the mustache's attack!

Just as Meng Yan himself was in despair, with a "whoosh," a figure flashed beside him, blocking his way just like Wang Biao! However... this person who saved Meng Yan seemed to know no martial arts either, simply standing there blankly in front of him...

"Pfft!"

A bloody mess appeared—the man with the mustache's hand was like a sharp blade, piercing a bloody hole in the man's chest!

"Da Zhuang!" The moment the man in front of him landed, Meng Yan finally recognized him—it was one of the six men who had come to Shanghai with him, and also one of his childhood playmates, Li Da Zhuang!

Li Da Zhuang and Meng Yan were the same age; they had been playing together since childhood, and Meng Yan often helped him. Da Zhuang was an honest and kind man. Seeing Meng Yan in trouble and with Wang Biao unable to help in time, he desperately tried to shield Meng Yan from Xiao Huzi's attack with his tall and strong frame. However, he underestimated the power of a martial arts master...

"Da Zhuang! You..." Tears welled up in Meng Yan's eyes as he reached out and hugged Da Zhuang's falling body, crying, "How could you be so foolish! Wake up... Da Zhuang..." "

Brother Da Zhuang!" Several other men rushed over to help him up.

At this moment, Da Zhuang had only one breath left. He looked at Meng Yan and said intermittently, "Young...Young...
Master, you...run away quickly, saving your life...is...important...important...Young...Master...you are...

a...a...good person. Following...following...you, I...Li...Li...Da Zhuang...don't...

don't...regret..."

After taking one last deep look at Meng Yan, Da Zhuang lowered his head and died!

"Ah! Ah! Ah..." Meng Yan cried out in grief, holding Da Zhuang's body.

The innkeeper and waiter, upon witnessing the murder within the inn, fainted on the spot, collapsing to the ground with two thuds.

"Haha... Sick men of East Asia! Useless Chinese!" With that, the man with the mustache nonchalantly flicked the blood from his hands and walked towards Meng Yan once more. At the same time, the other two Japanese ronin—Scarface and Beard—also moved, walking towards them together!

Da Zhuang's death had affected everyone. Although they knew the odds were against them, Wang Biao, also injured, once again stood in front of Meng Yan, and the remaining waiters also protected him…

Moreover, they all knew that escape was impossible now; the Japanese, having made their move, would not let them go easily!

"Attack! All of you, kill them all!" the man with the mustache roared, and the three Japanese ronin simultaneously drew their katana and attacked!

"Crack!"

"Ah..."

"Crack!"

"Ouch..."

"Thud!"

"Ugh..."

Blades flashed everywhere, blood and flesh flew...

It was a one-sided massacre!

The sounds of bones breaking and shattering, samurai swords piercing bodies, the impact of bodies falling to the ground, and the various screams of the crowd mingled together, rising and falling!

In just a few breaths, the remaining five waiters, even the innkeeper and waiter, all died tragically under the swords of the Japanese ronin!

Wang Biao also lost his right leg and lay in a pool of blood...

Meng Yan, however, was still holding Da Zhuang's corpse in a daze, as if he were in a daze, muttering, "Da Zhuang, you will be alright... You can't be alright! Your mother is waiting to go back... You're getting married this year..." He seemed completely unaware of what was happening around him, until—

"Thud!"

The mustachioed samurai sword pierced Meng Yan's heart! Amidst the splattering blood and filled with resentment, Meng Yan slowly collapsed...

"No! Young Master... Young Master..." Wang Biao roared hoarsely from the pool of blood!

"Thud!"

Another ronin with a thick beard plunged a knife into Wang Biao's back! Wang Biao's body jolted, then his limbs twitched a few times before he collapsed into a pool of blood, motionless...

"Haha! Haha! Haha..." The Japanese ronin laughed wildly! The scene was utterly gruesome, littered with the blood and corpses of Chinese people, several of them dismembered...

"Gurgle—"

At that moment, a round object rolled out from the fallen Meng Yan's arms and landed beside him with a "thud"... It was a golden, round token. Three patterns were clearly visible on its upward-facing side: three weapons: a sword! A longsword! A spear! The sword hung high in the center, with the longsword and spear crossed on either side, supporting the sword from below.

Upon seeing the token, the three Japanese ronin were all terrified, for they almost simultaneously recognized its origin—the Three Sacred Tokens!

Yes! This was the Three Sacred Tokens of "Sanyitang," the most powerful underworld organization in Shanghai and even the entire East China region!

The ronin exchanged glances, their faces grim: generally, the possessor of this token was either the leader of Sanyitang or an extremely important figure within the organization! And now, the token had fallen from Meng Yan's arms, which meant… None of them dared to think any further!

"Baka!" the mustachioed ronin cursed, then said to the other two in Japanese, "Luckily, they're all dead, no one can testify! We'd better leave quickly, or it'll be troublesome if someone sees us!"

"What about these things…" the scarred ronin pointed to the packets of herbs that had caused this bloodshed in the corner, and asked the mustachioed ronin in Japanese, "Do you still want them?"

"Idiot! How will you use them? If you use them, people will find out about us. Don't touch anything, leave immediately! Go!" With that, he was the first to rush out the door. Scarface saw this and quickly followed. The two ran far away in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the raging wind and rain…

At this moment, the bearded man walked towards Wang Biao's corpse, his samurai sword still stuck in Wang Biao's body. The sword could prove his identity; he had to pull it out and take it with him!

Just as the bearded man was about to pull out the sword, Wang Biao's "corpse" suddenly moved, tightly hugging the bearded man's legs!

"Hmph! You damned Japanese pirate! You underestimate us Chinese. My martial arts are not as good as yours… huff… but I have been… holding onto this last breath. Even if I die… I will… huff huff… take you with me!"
Wang Biao finished speaking these words, panting, and then used all his remaining strength to bite down on the bearded man's thigh!
"Pfft!"

Bloodied teeth sank deep into the flesh!

"Baka! Ah..." The bearded man screamed in pain. In his agony, he turned the knife he had just drawn, preparing to stab Wang Biao again...

"Squeak—"

Just as the bearded man's knife was about to strike, the inn door was pushed open once more!

Seeing someone push the door open, the bearded man thought: "It must be those two who came back looking for me after I didn't follow them!" At the same time, he stopped and turned to look back. He was stunned...

Where were his two ugly accomplices?! Entering from outside was a woman in her early twenties, dressed in light pink clothes and matching embroidered shoes, with a captivatingly beautiful appearance!

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