A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"Wang Zhe is dead!!"

Inside the hotel, the elderly members of Hung Hing looked at each other in disbelief.

Wang Zhe, a master of grappling, was renowned throughout Causeway Bay. He rose to fame in 01 for his involvement in the fight between Chicken and Chan Ho-nam.

He single-handedly blocked Yulan Street, holding off hundreds of his underlings.

Although his skills are not as sharp as those of the other top masters, his close-combat skills are unparalleled.

"I have a question now: how exactly did Wang Zhe get up there? He clearly knew that our guests were upstairs, yet he just walked up from the lobby without any hesitation."

Chen Haonan sat obediently in the chair, listening to the elders' discussion.

"That's not surprising. He was originally the Crown Prince's man, and it was not easy for a subordinate to stop him. But now he's dead here... It seems the Crown Prince is impatient for Hao Nan to return, and is so eager to kill him to silence him."

"There's no other way. In the 90s, Hao Nan's reputation in the gang was known throughout Hong Kong. The new members who joined the gang in recent years were all drawn by Hao Nan's call."

"What do we do now? The Crown Prince has already launched an attack on us."

"Then let's fight! The gang can't keep splitting like this. Our gang is far behind the others, and times are changing. If we don't correct this, we'll be eliminated by the times sooner or later."

"Entertainment parks and real estate—aren't they all highly sought-after? If we get in too late, we won't even get a sip of soup."

"But we can't just use guns now, it's not like it was a decade or two ago... We have about the same numbers as the Crown Prince's side, the only thing we lost was the experts. Who the hell could have imagined that these martial arts masters would be making the most of their skills in this era?"

The old man's words piqued Chen Haonan's curiosity.

He's been gone for over five years. Are martial arts masters really that influential?

"Uncles, I may have been away for too long. Back in the day, when I was with Shanji and his gang, we were all about reason. Martial arts masters... well, they were just thugs who practiced martial arts. One person isn't very useful, is he?"

Upon hearing this, all the elderly people in the lobby stared at him.

That look made Chan Ho-nam sit up unconsciously.

An old man stood up and walked to Chan Ho-nam's side. "Ho-nam, don't even mention your question; even we couldn't have imagined it. The martial arts masters who shone brightly in the Republic of China era have survived to this day. Although they are about to be abandoned by the times, their power is immense in their final moments. Can you imagine a martial arts master unexpectedly crossing over from the crowd to fight us bosses during a gang fight?"

Chan Ho-nam was taken aback. "Back when we were fighting, it was always the boss who got involved. Has the boss not been involved in any fights all these years?"

The old man gave a bitter smile. "What you call a fight is a back-and-forth battle, but a fight between martial arts masters is a one-sided affair. When the leader dies, the underlings naturally stop, so this is the current situation."

Chan Ho-nam fell silent, never expecting things to have developed to this point between gangs.

Several martial arts masters have already gained control over the life and death of the gang.

"Now, besides our Hung Hing, there's also Lin Haolong of Chung Shun Yi, Da Dong of Tung Ying, and Golden Tiger of Portland Street. The four major gangs are already barely surviving. If they don't transform, the era of gangs will be over."

"The other random gangs have long since disbanded in the last few years."

Chan Ho-nam never imagined that the once vibrant and diverse gangs would now be reduced to only four.

Hung Hing, Chung Shun Yi, Tung Ying, Po Lan Street.

They are a complex and interconnected group, occupying various industries in Hong Kong, with hundreds of thousands of gang members.

Putting aside Lien Ho-lung, Tung Ying controlled half of the entertainment industry.

The Golden Tiger on Portland Street is not a big deal; it's just a casino or some shady business.

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Wang Zhe's body in the hotel corridor was removed.

Li Jiaxin was also escorted out of the hotel.

Feng Yuxiu stood by the window, staring at the street below with some disappointment.

He had fought Wang Zhe in his previous life, and this kid wasn't this weak before. How come he's so easily defeated now?

His fight with Wang Zhe just now was a perfect recreation of the power and techniques from his previous life, and even so, this kid was no match for him.

Logically speaking, Wang Zhe is a few years younger now than the person he met in his previous life.

So now we have Tan Jingyao, the master of Northern Leg; Shao Henian, the master of Internal Martial Arts; Xiahou Wu, the master of External Martial Arts; and Hong Ye, the master of weapons.

Four of the five masters are now gone.

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes. "And then there's Shan Ying, Xiahou Wu's junior sister... who is also the current head of the He Yi Sect. Feng Yuxiu only has one impression of this woman... she has big breasts and a great figure."

Shan Ying was previously Xiahou Wu's fiancée.

Feng Yuxiu smiled and grinned.

Jingle Bell.

Suddenly the phone on the bedside table rang, and Feng Yuxiu went over and picked it up.

"Hey?"

There was no immediate response from the other end; instead, after a few seconds of silence, the message was: "Location: 300 meters to the left of the downstairs store."

beep.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yuxiu stared at it for a long time, unable to identify who was on the other end.

Other martial arts masters? Or people around Wang Zhe?

After thinking for a long time, Feng Yuxiu opened the window and jumped down. He was extremely fast and quickly stood on the ground. With a quick glance, he moved even faster, passing through the darkness and approaching the general store.

Such speed ensures that he is exposed to the public eye for a very short time, so even if someone fires from the shadows, they cannot hit him.

Feng Yuxiu's personality is one of unwavering determination. No matter who is on the other end of the phone, as long as he senses it, he will go and see.

Anyway, gangs are things that can't be seen in the open, so their deaths are pointless.

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"Major Feng Yuxiu, now issuing the latest orders from the Ministry of National Security."

Feng Yuxiu stared in astonishment at the documents in the hands of the people in front of him.

When did you find out I was in Hong Kong?

Feng Yuxiu was shocked. He had smuggled himself from Chinatown in the United States, and he had been discovered in just one day.

The person presenting the identification was a middle-aged man. He smiled and said, "We've always been watching you. It was because of you that no one in Yuan Lang's team was injured or killed in this mission."

"You have made contributions to the motherland, and you are a role model in the military."

"Now, announce the order."

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Feng Yuxiu sat on the hotel bed, staring blankly at the wall.

He had been looking around for three hours since he left the grocery store.

Several years ago, he met Li Xuanxuan's mother, that noblewoman.

The lady seemed to have said she would give him a task, but that would be six months from now.

The agreed-upon six-month period has already passed, but unexpectedly, this order is still waiting for him.

He can no longer rely on the military's influence or power, nor can he have any connection with the military.

They used their own methods to completely dismantle the four major gangs from this harbor, restoring a stable and thriving future to the area outside the harbor.

"That means... everyone we encounter next will die."

Feng Yuxiu's understanding of complete collapse was to kill all the members of the gang.

Although they cannot compare to the countless gangs of decades ago, the four major gangs today can bring together the number of gang members from decades ago.

It's impossible to kill all of those hundreds of thousands of gang members.

Therefore, Feng Yuxiu still had to use someone else to do his dirty work.

Using Hung Hing as a small knife, he would slaughter all the other three major gangs, and finally discard Hung Hing after they had served their purpose. Feng Yuxiu suddenly smiled. He had never intended to use the military's power in the first place, and now that he had received orders, he could do so even more openly.

revenge.

Hatred that spanned two lifetimes is now right next to each other.

"So, who's next?"

The only person he didn't fight in his previous life was Shao Henian, a master of internal energy cultivation. That old guy got into a car accident when he was looking for him.

The other masters are still the same; their moves are still the same.

He had never touched Shao Henian.

Feng Yuxiu opened the door and went downstairs.

Inside the lobby, several female staff members were chatting. The hotel's main entrance was a revolving door, and the ground shimmered with light.

Chen Haonan had already seen the old men off, and a dozen or so of his underlings were standing beside him.

It seems that Chan Ho-nam has completely reclaimed his rightful place.

"You're here."

Upon seeing Feng Yuxiu come down, Chen Haonan quickly stepped forward and bowed to greet him. Having witnessed Feng Yuxiu's methods, he still harbored deep apprehension.

The person in front of him was more ruthless, even terrifying, than anyone he had ever met.

He valued human life less than dust.

"Who did it?"

"What?" Chan Ho-nam looked bewildered.

Feng Yuxiu smiled and grabbed Chen Haonan by the collar. Seeing this, the surrounding henchmen stepped forward and glared fiercely at Feng Yuxiu, with several of them pulling out machetes from their waists.

"Everyone get out."

When Chan Ho-nam saw that Fung Yu-sau's eyes had changed, he was so frightened that he roared at the top of his lungs.

Seeing this, the younger brothers all turned around and walked out.

"Who sent Wang Zhe? He couldn't have just found him himself, could he? Chen Haonan, are you still going to be a dog? Your own brother, Chicken, is dead. What's the reason for this? Because you're not ruthless enough. You piece of trash."

Despite Feng Yuxiu's scolding, Chen Haonan hurriedly said, "It was the Crown Prince... the Crown Prince sent someone."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go and see what kind of experts he has with him."

"I don't know, I just arrived... Maybe I should call and ask the elderly people."

"No time to go, let's go meet up first. Remember to bring your underlings, there's going to be a brawl."

Chan Ho-nam hurriedly gathered his henchmen and drove off in a grand procession to the Prince's location.

In a luxurious restaurant across from the hotel, several elderly members of Hung Hing stood quietly by the window, watching Chan Ho-nam's convoy depart.

"It seems that Chan Ho-nam still knows what to do."

"Should we send someone to take a look too?"

“No.” An old man shook his head, his eyes becoming deep and his voice steady. “We’ll help whoever wins. The gangs must be united. Tung Ying has completely taken control of the entertainment industry. From now on, it’s all lucrative. Chung Shun Yi is involved in shady dealings. Golden Tiger from Portland Street is no threat. We need to compete with Tung Ying now.”

"There aren't many properties left for us now."

The other elderly people nodded in agreement; they never thought highly of anyone.

They will help whoever wins.

Hung Hing only has this one chance. If they miss it, they will be completely abandoned by the rapidly advancing times.

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"Boss, he's dead... Our men saw it with their own eyes."

The crown prince slumped to the ground, utterly dejected, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"Boss, cheer up! Our underlings just called. Chen Haonan and his men are here."

The prince stood up unsteadily. "It seems that Chen Haonan has brought in a master from overseas this time."

"Boss, those martial arts masters aren't anything special. We outnumber them."

"boom!"

The prince kicked the underling who had spoken out of the way and pointed at his nose, cursing wildly, "Fuck your mother, what do you know?"

"Try using a gun now. Do you think it's still decades ago? Decades ago, I still cared about these damn martial arts masters. Now they're standing on my head."

All the gang leaders had tried to recruit these martial arts masters. They had been hiding for so many years, keeping a low profile since the Republic of China era.

But now, seeing the times changing and developing, they also want to ride the wave and rise to the top.

Therefore, in order to establish their authority, all the gang leaders were given a rude awakening.

On their bedside table was a 'request letter' from the martial arts industry.

They all appeared late at night, and they initially disagreed.

What the heck? A martial arts master? Where did this chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) come from?

However, in each gang battle that followed, martial arts masters like Wang Zhe directly overwhelmed everyone else and appeared beside these gang leaders.

The moment the cold knife was firmly placed against their necks, all the bosses gave in.

This group of people are elusive and their skills are far beyond what one or two can handle. In a gang where weapons are not allowed, they really do whatever they want.

The prince took a deep breath. "Want to mess with me? The old guys might not be on your side, Chan Ho-nam. Times have changed... Who wants to fight all the time? It's an era where it's all about who makes the most money."

“Wang Zhe is ruined by marijuana, but I still have experts. As long as we kill Chen Haonan, the old guys won’t want the gang to continue like this. They want to make money too; in this day and age, money is king.”

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"Let's go, let's go. What kind of trouble are those Hung Hing guys up to now? What era are we living in that they're still fighting and killing each other?"

"Go check it out, in case someone dies, we won't be able to explain it."

Senior Inspector Liao Zhizhong received orders from his informant and set off.

At the same time, a red Ferrari sped towards the Prince Hotel.

We quickly passed through several streets and arrived at the Prince Hotel.

Upon seeing this, the Crown Prince hurriedly stepped forward, and his attendants quickly opened the carriage door.

"What's the matter that made me rush here? Don't you have Wang Zhe? Is there anything he can't handle?"

The Crown Prince's face was grave. "Wang Zhe is dead."

"what?"

The person inside the car slowly turned their legs and placed them on the ground, then used their hands to pull themselves up by the car door.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, with long, straight, and powerful legs. He wore an open-chested shirt and had a dragon tattooed on his arms.

This person is none other than Tan Jingyao, one of the five great masters of the martial arts world, known as the King of Northern Legs.

"It's true. Chan Ho-nam is back, and he's with a top expert from overseas. Wang Zhe died at his hands."

Tan Jingyao sneered, not taking it to heart at all. "We martial artists start training from childhood, practicing in the sweltering summer heat... Wang Zhe, that good-for-nothing, was quite diligent when he was in the martial arts world. But once he entered the secular world, his martial arts body was quickly corrupted and turned into a poisonous insect."

"There are only a handful of people in the martial arts world who are truly known to you, so it's not surprising that Wang Zhe, with his frail body, died at the hands of Yehu Chan."

"I'd like to have a go. Go and lead him to the back parking lot."

"Alright, your leg techniques are legendary in Causeway Bay, I feel at ease with you here."

The crown prince straightened his back and scrutinized the prince. (End of Chapter)