Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 167 The End
Fengtian City, Jianghu Inn, Songhe Tower.

After a night of fighting, Wang Yi and his men were now on the attic of Songhe Tower, watching the people coming and going on the street. The traffic police of Fengtian City were leading the workers to repair the road conditions after last night's battle between Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei and thirty extraordinary masters.

Management was chaotic during that era. Although there was a Ministry of Transport, this department had basically no control over anything. Local warlords were in charge of road traffic in their respective territories.

There is no Ministry of Transportation in Fengtian City, and road administration is directly placed under the management of the Fengtian military and police.

Wang Yi and his friends were also in the attic eating breakfast, drinking tea and reading the freshly published newspapers.

There are only two headlines in today's newspaper. One is that last night the old devil Kawamoto Daisaku shot and executed the Japanese alien master Yaku Genichirō, and directly labeled the sixty alien masters killed by Wang Yi and his men as criminals who destroyed the friendship between the Empire of Japan and the Fengtian Army, and even between the two countries.

The newspaper was even considerate enough to take close-up photos of the faces of the 60 corpses.

"This old marshal is so cruel. Once this newspaper is published, the Japanese will continue to plan to attack the outside of the Great Wall. At least when they use the alien forces, they won't be able to do it as easily as this time. They are in name only, divide and rule, and he is so straightforward. He can die at any time. The Japanese can't get angry even if they want to. They have to consider how to appease the young marshal who has just succeeded to the throne, so as not to fight an unnecessary war. Alas, it's a pity. This war will be fought sooner or later."

In the attic, Gong Baotian, who was seriously injured last night, also joined the tea party of Wang Yi and other young people. They were all friends who had risked their lives together last night, so Wang Yi and his friends were not so restrained about Gong Baotian, an elder, joining in. Looking at the two headlines of today's newspaper, Gong Baotian, an old senior from outside the pass, was also full of emotion. In order to make his son less anxious after taking the throne, the old general arranged his affairs before and after his death clearly, and bought enough time for his son and the Fengtian Army to develop. From this point of view, there is really nothing wrong with this generation of heroes.

"We will have to fight sooner or later, but it's better to fight later than sooner. Senior Gong, don't be so worried. We are still the young people here. If we really have to fight, we young people should be the first to take the lead."

"Young Master Wang can see it clearly. Sigh, your master, Ghost Hand King..."

Hearing Gong Baotian say that he envied his dead master Ghost Hand King, Wang Yi smiled, but looking at the eldest disciple Ma San waiting behind Gong Baotian, his daughter and second disciple Miss Gong Er, and the third disciple of the Gao family Gao Fei who became his disciple, he thought about the ending of this great master from outside the Great Wall, and after a moment's thought, he stepped forward and spoke to the old man.

"Senior Gong, we are close friends. If you need us, the younger generation, to run errands for you in the future, please send someone to let us know and we will do it for you. You also understand that in today's world, some things that are rigid and conservative need to be changed. Don't let yourself be restricted by the old rules you created. There is no need for that."

"Young Master Wang Yi is quite considerate of an old man like me. I, Gong Baotian, will remember your words. If you really need me to run errands for you in the future, please don't break your promise."

"No, no."

"In that case, we'll take our leave."
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At the gate of Fengtian City, Wang Yi watched Gong Baotian and his group leave, then turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei and others who came to help.

"What about you guys? When are you leaving?"

"When will you return to the interior, Wang Yi?"

"It's been about these two days. The young marshal said that the old marshal had told him something to tell me before he died. After that, Brother Liang, Bai Yun and I are ready to leave."

"Then Huaiyi and I are not in a hurry. We will return to the interior of the country with you when the time comes. What do you think, everyone?"

"Since Senior Brother Zhang has said so, let's accompany Senior Brother Zhang to wait for Brother Wang Yi, so that the journey will be more lively."

"Okay, I'll treat you all for your stay in Fengtian City these days."

"So generous?"

"Hey, this is the territory of the old and young marshals. Besides, isn't Brother Gao here too? I can't afford to invite him, but Brother Gao, the landlord, can afford it. Don't you think so, Brother Gao?"

"Heh, you two have already said everything, what else can I say?"

Hearing Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei singing the same tune, Gao Jin had no choice but to agree.

The group separated at Songhe Tower. Zhang Zhiwei and his group stayed there, waiting for Wang Yi to finish the final matters.

Inside the Marshal's Mansion, in the Tiger Hall of the Grand Green Building, the young marshal who had successfully taken over the throne in the presence of many Fengtian Army figures was sitting there, with two real tiger specimens on his left and right.

This young marshal, who became the commander-in-chief of security for the three provinces outside the Great Wall when he was only 30 years old, had not yet fully adapted to his current position. Looking at Wang Yi who came in, he handed him a document.

Wang Yi was puzzled, but when he opened it, he saw the words "change of flag" written on it, and quickly closed it.

"These are the two things my father told me before he died. One of them is this. He seems to have known the final outcome of the war. Mr. Wang, you are a master of magic. Do you think my father was right or wrong in doing this?" "Commander-in-chief, you shouldn't ask me this. Don't you already have the answer in your mind? If the war had gone well, why would the commander have withdrawn to the border? How could he have suffered such a disaster?"

"I'm sorry for doing that. That leaves the second thing."

The young marshal stood up from his chair, took out a letter of appointment from a military factory from his drawer, sat down in front of Wang Yi, and handed it to Wang Yi. However, the name written on the letter of appointment was not Wang Yi's, but Liang Ting's.

"Mr. Wang has many talented people around him, but my father valued you, Mr. Wang, for your magical skills. He also valued the extraordinary person named Liang Ting around you. I heard that he practiced mechanical skills, but his talent was amazing. For this reason, there was an interesting rumor in your circle, saying that Mr. Liang Ting's master was blind and threw away such a great talent as garbage.

My father told me the other day that our Fengtian Army will have to fight the Japanese sooner or later, but we know our own level. My father also knows that he benefited a lot from the Japanese to get started. He ate a lot of good things from the Japanese on land, sea and air. But it is better to have it yourself than to have it from your father and mother. If possible, I would like to ask Mr. Liang to stay and see if we can find out something of our own from our military factory. Who knows, we can give the Japanese a surprise at that time. Of course, all this depends on your opinion, Mr. Wang. "

"Find out something of your own? If you still don't fire a single shot at that time, won't all the wealth you have worked so hard to find and save go to the Japanese?"

Wang Yi thought to himself that although he had kept a trick up his sleeve, he himself could not guarantee whether it would work. But the young marshal in front of him was the one in charge of the three provinces outside the Great Wall, so he could not refuse directly.

"Of course, Mr. Wang doesn't have to worry about Mr. Liang being wronged by me. This letter of appointment was signed by my father before he died. Although I can't give Mr. Liang Ting a high position and generous salary, he still has some privileges. He will obey orders and not announcements. I will approve whatever money and people he asks for."

"Ha, Commander-in-Chief, you're joking. It's just that I can't make the decision for Brother Liang. I have to go back and tell him and let him make the decision. I won't interfere with any of his choices. He and I are friends, not master and servant."

"Okay, in that case I'll wait for your good news, Mr. Wang."

Standing up, the young marshal shook hands with Wang Yi and was about to send him away, but unexpectedly Wang Yi shook his hand in return, looked at him and said.

"Commander-in-Chief, we are old friends who have known each other since the capital. From now on, just call me by my name. As a friend, I have a suggestion for you. It is better not to touch opium. Even we cultivators dare not touch it. If we are not careful, we will lose more than ten years of cultivation. Farewell."

The next day, Wang Yi took You Baiyun away from the Marshal's Mansion and went to Songhe Tower to meet up with Zhang Zhiwei and the others. They booked train tickets back to the capital that day. The group of ten people would arrive in the capital after a day and a night, and then go their separate ways.

Liang Ting also chose to stay outside the Great Wall and took over the letter of appointment that the old commander had left for him before his death.

That night, after Wang Yi explained the situation to Liang Ting, the grandmaster of mechanical devices and talismans also gave Wang Yi an answer, "From childhood to adulthood, before I met you, I had never tried to do something by myself. This time I want to give it a try. What you want to do cannot be done by one person. It is time for this Four Cities Logistics Company to expand its business from the capital to the outside of the Great Wall."

Wang Yi had no reason to persuade Liang Ting to refuse, and the Fengtian Army was too wealthy. If Liang Ting could really use the young marshal's reputation to save some wealth, it would indeed play a role in the subsequent war of resistance.

But just in case, Wang Yi still left a letter and an object for Liang Ting.

"If necessary, go to the address on this letter and someone will be able to help you."

After explaining all this, Wang Yi left the Great Wall with You Baiyun, Zhang Zhiwei and others.

Nothing unpleasant happened along the way. After arriving in the capital, the group went back to their respective homes and visited their respective mothers.

"Brother, you said that the old commander died just like that?"

At the Qianmen Railway Station in Beijing, Zhang Huaiyi, the richest man in Longhu Mountain, looked at his fatter wallet and bought a ticket while asking Zhang Zhiwei who was enjoying the scenery.

"It was reported in the newspaper, and the man's son personally announced the funeral, how could it be fake?"

"That being said, the old general in front was still hanging on for more than half a month under the tactics of Senior Brother Wang Yi. Even if he had a flash of energy that day, there shouldn't be no signs at all. He just finished intimidating and killed people, and then he disappeared right after. It seems that he was in a hurry to die. Speaking of which, I don't think I have seen Quan Xing, the face man Liu beside Senior Brother Wang Yi..."

Before Zhang Huaiyi could finish, Zhang Zhiwei covered his mouth with his big hand and made a silent gesture to him. Then he whispered in Zhang Huaiyi's ear: "Junior brother, my fellow disciples all said that I was a big mouth on Longhu Mountain. How come you are more talkative than me now? Don't think too much. Go back to the mountain quickly. I still need to test whether your cultivation has improved further after you come down the mountain this time."

As he spoke, he covered Zhang Huaiyi's mouth as if to protect him from a thief, took the train ticket he had bought, and carried Zhang Huaiyi onto the train leaving Beijing.

Beijing, Qinfu, the former site of the Four City Foot Bank
Wang Yi, who had been struggling outside the Great Wall for nearly a month, looked at the plaque in front of him and patted You Baiyun on the shoulder. Then the two of them walked forward with smiles on their faces, patted the door of the Qin Mansion, and spoke loudly.

"Open the door, we are back~"

(End of this chapter)