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Chapter 255 The night is long, let's kill a few Japanese soldiers for fun.
After leaving Li San and the others' residence, Chen Zhan reverted to his middle-aged appearance.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets of Fengtian City, the long night and the nearly deserted streets meant that the people of Fengtian dared not venture out and wander around in those days.

Walking into the Japanese consulate district, on that main street, the very place where the massacre once took place.

There were no fences or locks here, but naturally no Chinese dared to go in, except for Chen Zhan.

Enter through one of the doors.

It's already late at night, and the night wind blows through the main street of the consular district, making the warm light of the Japanese lanterns sway and highlighting the buildings on both sides.

Low-roofed Japanese houses lined the stone-paved path, the smell of sake and the clamor of Japanese writing wafting from the wooden lattice windows, and wooden signs reading "Izakaya" and "Bushidokan" hanging above the doorways.

The building features Japanese-style architecture and also includes some shops that I hadn't seen in over a year.

Samurai dojos have even opened on the main street.

In the past year, Fengtian has seen a significant increase in Japanese people.

A vermilion torii gate stands on the street corner, beneath which lie two Japanese ronin with swords at their sides, drunkenly kicking an empty sake bottle at their feet.

Chen Zhan, dressed in a gray cloth shirt, calmly stepped across the stone slabs, making the surrounding noise inexplicably quieter.

His middle-aged face was unremarkable, but his clothes and hairstyle were completely different from those of Japanese people; Japanese people would not wear such short-sleeved shirts.

Walking in the consular district still attracted a lot of attention.

Just after passing the third izakaya, a drunk man dressed in samurai attire staggered towards him, his breath reeking of alcohol. Chen Zhan could smell it from afar and stepped aside to avoid being hit.

"Baka! How dare a Chinese person come in? And he even dares to bring a knife!"

The drunkard grabbed Chen Zhan by the collar, his eyes gleaming with malice as he saw the hilt of the knife on Chen Zhan's back.

But how could Chen Zhan let him grab him? He turned to the side and knocked him to the ground.

The samurai traveling with him burst into laughter: "Hesen, look at you, you're in such a sorry state, you've been played for a fool by a Chinese."

Chen Zhan turned his head and looked at the honest-looking man with indifferent eyes. The other warrior met Chen Zhan's gaze and inexplicably stopped laughing.

"Bagaya road!"

The man named He Sen stood up, raised the scabbard with one hand, and smashed it down on Chen Zhan's head.

But the samurai sword remained suspended in mid-air, unable to fall. Looking down, he saw Chen Zhan's fingers gently resting on his wrist, the fingertips carrying the subtle force of Tai Chi coiling silk.

Chen Zhan didn't say anything, but with a slight twist, a crisp "crack" sounded, and He Sen's wrist bone broke on the spot.

Before He Sen could even scream, Chen Zhan's right fist was already at his chest. The force of the Xingyi Bengquan (a type of Chinese martial arts) penetrated to the bone. With a "bang," the drunkard's sternum caved in, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wooden wall of the house. He slid down, already lifeless.

The noise startled the tavern and the two people who had just been stunned by Chen Zhan.

Three more samurai rushed out of the izakaya.

The lead samurai drew his sword, its gleam reflecting in the lantern light, and aimed straight for Chen Zhan's neck: "A Chinese? You dare kill someone in the consular district? You're asking for death!"

Chen Zhan smiled faintly, "The night is long, and with nothing to do, I'll kill a few Japanese devils for fun."

As the blade flashed, Chen Zhan slid his foot to the left, using the Bagua Mud-Treading Step to move smoothly and avoid the blade. At the same time, he grabbed the warrior's wrist with his left hand and slid his right hand down the back of the blade, striking the warrior's elbow with the heel of his palm.

There was another "click".

The samurai's elbow was dislocated, and his long sword was knocked from his hand. Chen Zhan seized the opportunity to grab the sword, and with a backhand thrust, the blade pierced through the chest of another samurai, splattering blood onto the stone slab, steaming hot.

The blade pierced through a person and stuck into a tree opposite.

The remaining two warriors turned pale. One raised his sword to stab Chen Zhan in the lower back, while the other tried to retreat.

Without turning his head, Chen Zhan kicked backward with his left foot, striking the knee of the warrior behind him. The moment the warrior knelt on one knee, Chen Zhan had already obtained the Tang sword from his back. He turned around and slashed horizontally, and the head rolled to the ground.

The samurai who tried to escape had only taken two steps when Chen Zhan flicked his wrist, sending his longsword flying and piercing the samurai's back like an arrow. The samurai collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then lay still. Chen Zhan took a few steps, bent down, drew his own Tang-style horizontal sword, and looked at the two stunned samurai who dared not move.

Chen Zhan killed people too quickly and too ruthlessly.

They had never seen such people before. The actions Japan had taken in Fengtian over the years, including bullying men and women, had instilled fear in most Chinese people towards the Japanese.

Chen Zhan is different; the problem isn't that he lacks a sense of fear.

Chen Zhan seemed to regard them as prey.
Killing them doesn't feel like killing people; it's as easy as killing chickens!
"Still not running?"

Chen Zhan smiled coldly and spoke in Japanese. After leaving Fengtian, he had studied with Ye Ningzhen and could at least understand and speak some simple Japanese.

The two men dressed in black samurai attire turned and ran.

By this time, a lot of people had gathered on the street. Chen Zhan's killing spree was quite loud; the person he killed with a single punch landed on the opposite side of the wooden wall.

But Chen Zhan didn't care and casually followed behind the two warriors.

The two glanced back at Chen Zhan every now and then, then quickened their pace, while Chen Zhan walked leisurely, and a few people on the roadside cursed in Japanese.

Chen Zhan understood and smiled.

Then they used a date pit nail to send him to his death, regardless of whether he was a warrior or a commoner, or whether he was male or female.

As I passed a teahouse, five drunken ronin rushed out, brandishing short swords wildly.

Chen Zhan didn't draw his sword; he relied solely on his fists and feet. With his left palm, he knocked away a ronin's short sword, and with his right fist, he broke his ribs. As he turned, he used the "piercing palm" technique of Baguazhang to pierce the throat of another ronin.

The remaining three surrounded him, and Chen Zhan unleashed a series of punches: a low punch, a drilling punch, and a chopping punch. After three punches, all three ronin fell to the ground, none of them able to stand up.

The screams on the street attracted the attention of patrolling Japanese soldiers. Five soldiers, rifles in hand, ordered Chen Zhan to stop.

Chen Zhan ignored him completely, his steps unwavering. A second before the rifle fired, he had already rushed to the soldier at the front, slapping him across the face with the heel of his palm, shattering the soldier's skull on the spot.

The remaining soldiers panicked and fired bullets haphazardly. Chen Zhan moved through the ranks of soldiers like a ghost. With each move, a soldier fell, either with a broken neck, a shattered chest, or a snapped neck. None of them could withstand a single blow.

The most terrifying thing is that these people couldn't stop Chen Zhan at all.

The two people ahead ran faster and faster. They were dressed in black samurai outfits with a black dragon embroidered on them. After turning a corner, Chen Zhan was seen lagging behind.

The two became increasingly panicked as they ran, because they realized that no matter how fast they sped up, Chen Zhan remained dozens of meters away, the distance unchanged, and they couldn't shake him off.

Fortunately, Chen Zhan didn't make a move. The two turned two streets and rushed into a building, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"Quickly, someone come here! Someone come here!"

"There's a madman, there's a madman!"

There were guards at the entrance of the Black Dragon Society. The two rushed into the hall and shouted, instantly attracting attention.

During this period, the Black Dragon Society was on high alert to prevent any major changes and was prepared at any time, so the warriors were very vigilant.

Chen Zhan looked up and saw a building with a wooden sign that read "Black Dragon Society" standing not far away. Four warriors with swords at their sides were standing at the entrance, looking in this direction.

He drew two knives from his back, one slightly longer and the other wider.

The Tang-style horizontal sword is long and slender, with a dull blade, sharp and suitable for thrusting.

The Embroidered Spring Blade is slightly wider and has a greater curve, making it suitable for slashing.

This was the first time Chen Zhan had used two knives to kill someone at once, and he was quick enough that the Japanese military police would react quickly and surround him.

His eyes were as cold as ice. The corpses of Ding Lianshan and Gong Lao, as well as the cries of the children, were still swirling in his mind. He slowly took a step and walked towards the Black Dragon Society.

(End of this chapter)