Several law enforcement officers brought over a first aid kit and re-bandaged Brian Smith.

"This person should be from the Beggar Dao Society. In a bit, Old Brooks, send someone to take him away and see if you can get any information out of him."

Matthew Smith looked displeased.

"Mm."

Charles Brooks also looked unhappy and couldn't help but get angry: "These Beggar Dao Society people are getting more and more arrogant. They dare to challenge the law enforcement team in broad daylight—it's simply outrageous!"

The other law enforcement officers also looked grim. They knew the team was here, yet still dared to injure people—this was blatant provocation.

Beggar Dao Society?

Brian Smith's eyes flickered. Is this a terrorist organization?

On the other side, Andrew Martinez and David Thompson exchanged a glance. The latter nodded, walked up to Brian Smith, and handed over a porcelain bottle:

"This is a secret ointment from our Martial Arts Headquarters. It's much more effective than what's available on the market. Apply it."

"Thank you."

Brian Smith took the porcelain bottle and handed it to the law enforcement officer changing his dressing.

"The one who attacked you was probably a small fry from the Beggar Dao Society. Still, the minimum requirement to join them is to have reached the 'Dark Jin' level. For you to beat him up like this is quite impressive."

David Thompson carefully examined Brian Smith's injuries, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Just lucky, that's all."

Brian Smith shook his head and said, "But I didn't expect Mr. Thompson to be from the Martial Arts Headquarters. Why are you taking the train together?"

Having just met them yesterday, Brian Smith naturally hadn't forgotten Andrew Martinez and David Thompson. However, their martial arts skills seemed quite ordinary—nothing like the level required to join the Headquarters.

"The reason Andrew Smith and I joined the Martial Arts Headquarters isn't just because of our martial arts skills."

David Thompson glanced at Andrew Martinez, who was peeking around not far away, and said:

"It's no secret. In recent decades, the Martial Arts Headquarters has been dedicated to integrating martial arts and firearms. Andrew Smith and I are good marksmen, so we were recruited. But we've only studied martial arts for a short time, so our foundation is weak."

David Thompson spoke lightly, but to be accepted into the Headquarters, their marksmanship must be more than just "good."

"I see."

Brian Smith suddenly understood.

No wonder Andrew Martinez looked down on traditional martial arts—he was taking a path focused on firearms, with martial arts as a supplement.

"My friend has already gotten into quite a few conflicts over this. The reason we didn't come with the main group this time is because we were detained for half a month after a fight."

David Thompson said this while shaking his head.

At this point, Brian Smith's wounds had been bandaged. He put on the coat handed to him by a law enforcement officer and asked nonchalantly:

"Mr. Thompson, what exactly is this Beggar Dao Society you mentioned?"

"Beggar Dao Society..."

A complex emotion appeared on David Thompson's face. After thinking for a moment, he said, "The Beggar Dao Society isn't some terrorist organization as you might think. It was actually a martial arts group founded before the establishment of Da Xuan."

"The Beggar Dao Society was established around the same time as the Central Martial Arts Hall. At first, like the Headquarters, it focused on killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and targeting the heads of foreign powers. Later, although they moved overseas, they still maintained some connections. Everything changed thirty years ago when the current leader, Samuel Reed, took over."

"Samuel Reed?"

Brian Smith was startled. He'd heard this name before—apparently a major financial magnate in the British Empire.

"Samuel Reed's martial arts are extraordinary. Thirty years ago, he had already reached the 'God-Seeing, Unbreakable' level. However, he firmly believes there is a path beyond that, and his actions have become increasingly extreme and ruthless. He has gathered a group of dangerous individuals."

David Thompson sighed:

"He set up laboratories to study the human body while collecting manuscripts from martial arts masters over the years. This time, his goal is probably Mr. Sullivan's manuscript..."

"So the enemy this time is Samuel Reed?"

Brian Smith felt a chill in his heart.

He had witnessed the abilities of a 'Dan-holding' grandmaster and knew how terrifying such martial artists could be. A 'God Realm' expert was two whole levels above the 'Dan Realm'!

If he came, the people here probably wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Samuel Reed won't come. Someone as dangerous as him—if he dared set foot in Da Xuan, the military's top experts would come after him. Even a 'God-Seeing' master is still flesh and blood and can't withstand guns and cannons..."

As David Thompson spoke, his expression suddenly tightened.

Brian Smith also turned his head at the same time.

Da-da-da~

Unhurried, crisp footsteps echoed on the first floor of the empty martial arts hall.

Chapter 11: Three Hundred Years Later, Evan Sullivan

The sound of footsteps echoed in the martial arts hall, neat and uniform, as if marching in step.

They're here!

On the second floor of the martial arts hall, dozens of people all tensed up and sprang into action.

David Thompson didn't have time to say more. He drew his gun, quickly walked over to Andrew Martinez, and together they guarded the young man in black robes with a calm aura.

As Brian Smith stood up, Matthew Smith had already stepped over, shielding him and whispering:

"These people are very dangerous. Don't leave my side for a moment."

"I understand."

Brian Smith nodded. In his current state, he had no other thoughts.

If the martial arts hall weren't under lockdown, he would have dragged Matthew Smith to the hospital long ago.

The Beggar Dao Society had nothing to do with him.

"Evan Sullivan, I know you're waiting for us. We're here."