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Chapter 107 Shocking Change! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The next day.

As soon as Chen Zhan entered the courtyard of the Thieves' Gate, he sensed an eerie atmosphere.

Even if we send out a few people, there are still at least a dozen elderly, weak, sick and disabled people in the hospital.

The door was pushed open very loudly, but no one came out to check.

I walked in quickly and found about ten people in Sister Hua's room. Sister Hua was lying on the bed with her lips dark purple, her eyes closed and motionless, her brows furrowed.

"Something happened?" Chen Zhan asked.

The old fortune teller I'd met before, also an old doctor skilled in medicine, had just removed his hand from taking my pulse when he said:
"You've arrived. Did I send Little One to inform you not long ago?"

"I think we've gone astray. Let's get down to business!" Chen Zhan said in a deep voice.

"Last night, Sister Hua was beaten up by that devil Chen Zhan!" After the old man finished speaking, Sister Hua on the bed seemed to hear this, her brows furrowed even more, but she was covered in cold sweat and could not wake up.

"???"

Chen Zhan and Ye Ningzhen exchanged glances, both sensing the doubt in each other's hearts.

Sister Hua did not reveal his identity to anyone in the Thieves' Guild, but Chen Zhan would not attack Sister Hua.

"Let me try!" Ye Ningzhen took out a packet of gold needles, and everyone made way.

"Help her up, I'm going to administer acupuncture."

Everyone rushed to help, and Chen Zhan pulled the old man into the courtyard: "Tell me in detail what happened."

The old man, hunched over, wiped his sweat and said quickly, "Last night, we received news that Li Yao and the others were arriving soon and asked us to go to the train station to meet them. We didn't think too much about it."

"We went to the station, but instead of meeting the person, we ran into that devil Chen Zhan. He went on a killing spree at the station, and many people died. Sister Hua protected us as we escaped, but she was hit in the back with a palm strike."

"That Chen Zhan is a madman. I thought he was a chivalrous man who killed traitors and Japanese devils, but I never expected him to go on a killing spree, not even sparing passersby."

"Fortunately, it wasn't targeted at us, otherwise probably none of us would have come back."

"Have you seen what Chen Zhan looks like?" Chen Zhan asked.

"No, he was masked, but the knife in his hand was exactly as described in the notice—cruel indeed!"

Who spread the message?

"I don't know, only Sister Hua and Li Yao know the code."

"Who did he kill?" Chen Zhan asked again.

"Huh? He seems to have no target, killing anyone he sees, killing randomly."

"I mean! Did he kill a Japanese person? Or a Chinese person?!"

Upon hearing Chen Zhan's words, the old man realized that he hadn't considered this issue before, and after a moment's recollection, he said:

"At the train station at that time, it seemed that most of the people there were Chinese; I didn't see any Japanese people who were dressed in a particularly formal manner!"

Chen Zhan seemed to be deep in thought, and was about to speak again when a one-armed dwarf rushed in from outside. It was the little guy who had been sent to find Chen Zhan.

People in the Taoist community use nicknames: Sister Hua, Li Yao, Bai Wu, Little One, Old Man.

No one called him by his full name.

Because they are well-known and have a reputation, it's easy for someone to find their hideout if they catch them, which is dangerous.

This is an unwritten rule.

The little one rushed in, saw Chen Zhan, and gasped for breath.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, you're here. I just came looking for you, but you weren't home."

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

After finishing his sentence and catching his breath, he said, "That Demon Star has killed people in the street again! I saw it from afar, and quite a few people were dead in the street!"

"Whoosh!"

Chen Zhan suddenly leaped over several dozen feet and rushed to the little one's side: "Where is he!"

He was startled and stammered, "It's...it's over on Zhongjie Street."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhan's figure disappeared.

Damn it, the Japanese have really gone mad. Chen Zhan never expected they would use this tactic against him.

Using his name to commit evil deeds!

Not only should we ruin his reputation and smear him, we should make him universally hated.

Aren't you a great hero who killed the Japanese invaders?
They smeared you as a murderous monster, saying you killed your own compatriots. They think you have a heart of stone and a will of steel, but is your heart really as hard as iron?

Chen Zhan had to admit that he was indeed angered this time.

We have no choice but to intervene!

Chen Zhan did not believe that this was because he was not hard-hearted enough. He believed that human nature is contradictory and that he was not a compassionate bodhisattva who could sacrifice himself to feed an eagle.

Far away in the military camp, with the lives of thousands at stake, he could harden his heart and kill even more Japanese soldiers as a sacrifice.

But if someone is dying right in front of you, it's very difficult to refuse to save them.

Chen Zhan didn't know if he was the only one with such a conflict, but what he believed in was to mind his own business.

Chen Zhan moved at an extreme speed, weaving through streets and alleys.

A brown cloth shirt fluttered wildly in the cold wind, and the people on the south street of the city felt only a gust of cold wind.

Soon we arrived at the city center, which is the intersection of the Japanese consulate district and the western part of the city, and is called Zhongjie (Middle Street).

I spotted a crowd gathered in the distance.

Chen Zhan strode over quickly, his nimble steps like a snake probing its way through the crowd.

The scene was a bloody mess of remains, with severed limbs and broken bodies!

Three people died!
A large circle was set up, and Cheng Shen, whom I had seen that morning, examined the body without changing his expression. Several young police officers next to him were vomiting violently, spewing out bile.

"Old Cheng, you're really awesome, you didn't even flinch."

"Hehe, you'll get used to it after you see it a few more times."

Chen Zhan dodged the police officers who were trying to stop him and entered the scene.

"You! Don't go over there!"

The police officer called out to Chen Zhan, but Cheng Shen looked up and saw Chen Zhan, then waved his hand and said, "Mr. Chen, there's no need to stop him, and there's no need to stop him in the future."

"Weren't they all Chinese people who died?" Chen Zhan asked calmly.

Cheng Shen nodded heavily without looking up: "You guys go back first. The body has been recovered, there's nothing to investigate."

They walked to a secluded spot with Chen Zhan.

Cheng Shen is over fifty years old and has been a police officer in Fengtian for more than twenty years. He has experienced all the vicissitudes of Fengtian from the Qing government to the present day.

"Alas, Mr. Chen should have realized by now that this was done by the Japanese. As for the reason, it's even simpler."

"Besides, this is something our police station can't handle. Even if we arrest the person, we won't dare to do anything about it."

"That's just how things are in Fengtian. Whether it's sunny, rainy, or snowy, it's the ordinary people who suffer. Being a police officer means enduring mistreatment your whole life."

Old Cheng was frank, and Chen Zhan nodded, not asking any other unrelated questions.

"When and where do you think the next attack will be?"

Old Cheng pondered for a moment: "It should be soon, at the latest tonight. The Japanese are so eager to find Chen Zhan that they will definitely commit crimes frequently."

"And it will be in a crowded, conspicuous place, otherwise even Chen Zhan wouldn't know, and there would be no possibility of luring him out."

Where are the most people at night?

Chen Zhan glanced at the sky; the sun was setting, and it would soon be dark.

Moreover, unlike the people in the Japanese consulate area, the people of Fengtian did not have various nighttime entertainment options and would not linger outside when it got too late.

"Inside the university hall!"

Old Cheng thought for a moment and then immediately spoke.

"okay, I get it."

Chen Zhan left, and Cheng Shen watched Chen Zhan's retreating figure, lost in thought, but then shook his head, banishing the thought.

Whoever is in front of him, it has nothing to do with him.

He's just a police officer; it's not easy for him to protect himself.

Chen Zhan returned to the thief's courtyard and heard Ye Ningzhen's voice as soon as he entered. He quickly walked into the house.

At a glance, a blood-red handprint could be seen on Sister Hua's bare back.

(End of this chapter)