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Chapter 47 [Those who collude with the enemy and betray their country! Kill them!!!]

"Hiss! He's spouting nonsense and framing me! Kill him right now!" Bai Yunsheng's expression changed, and he shouted, ignoring the blood streaming down his arm.

This traitor's identity is now confirmed; he won't live much longer, even if he doesn't die today.

The martial arts community and the Shanghai headquarters will not let him off the hook.

Chen Zhan raised his eyelids and swept over, a green light appearing in his eyes. His temperament suddenly transformed into that of a man-eating tiger. Bai Yunsheng immediately felt as if he were being stared at by a tiger, his hair standing on end, and he dared not meet his gaze.

A chill and snowflakes seeped in through the broken window. Bai Yunsheng felt that this winter was too cold; cold sweat dripped down his body, hitting his feet.

He had worked hard for many years to get to this point, and he still had a shred of rationality. His right arm was severely injured and he couldn't lift it, and there were still two bullets in the Mauser pistol in his left hand.

He raised his gun and fired, "Bang! Bang!"

Two sounds passed, and Chen Zhan once again anticipated the attack, shifting two body lengths to the side to dodge towards the location of the dart thrower. He then swept his staff horizontally, unleashing a powerful blow.

The middle-aged man with the money dart was so frightened that he jumped back. How could a master of hidden weapons fight against a steel rod?
Chen Zhan's strength was terrifying; the wind he generated by his sweeping attack made one's face sting. A great battle was about to break out!
Three men surrounded Chen Zhan, with Zhang Dingzhen, wielding the Eight-Cut Saber, leading the attack, while two other experts in hidden weapons flanked from the side, creating a scene of flashing swords and shadows in the hall.

After a dozen or so moves, one person suppressed three people. All kinds of hidden weapons were thrown at him, but they were completely useless. It was as if Chen Zhan had eyes in the back of his head. Any hidden weapon thrown from any direction was swept away by the staff.

The two who were flanking him were unharmed. Zhang Dingzhen's Eight-Cut Blade was chipped, and he had taken several blows, but fortunately none of them hit vital organs, and he was protected by hidden weapons, so Chen Zhan could not exert his full strength.

Bai Yunsheng wasn't idle either; he opened a drawer and began reloading bullets with one hand.

"Click, click, click."

He skillfully changed the weapon, raised it, and fired again.

Chen Zhan had half his attention on him; the biggest threat present was the gun, and the other three experts at the Ming Jin level were not a concern.

The moment he raised his spear, Chen Zhan had already sidestepped the Eight-Cut Blade and switched positions with Zhang Dingzhen, who was practicing Wing Chun.

Of the three shots fired, one missed, while the other two landed on Zhang Dingzhen.

Zhang Dingzhen was still holding the knife when he was shot in the chest. He lost all strength and looked at Bai Yunsheng in disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, but only blood and foam came out. He fell to the ground with a "thud".

A piercing pain shot through Bai Yunsheng's right arm. Seeing this scene, he was filled with anger and blurted out his innermost thoughts: "Useless! Can't even hold back one person!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear.

What were meant to be said in one's heart can become unintentional when one is nervous, causing their voice to tremble and involuntarily reveal their true feelings.

Zhang Dingzhen could no longer hear this, while the other two hidden weapon experts were momentarily stunned.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yunsheng only regarded them as tools for killing, and even abandoned them at any time. At the same time, he believed most of Chen Zhan's words about being a major traitor.

While the two were momentarily stunned, Bai Yunshan fired again with his left hand, unleashing a furious barrage of shots at Chen Zhan: "Can't kill you? You think this can't kill you? Die, die, die!"

Hysterical, losing one's mind.

Even after all the bullets had been fired, Chen Zhan, still dressed in black, stood quietly more than ten feet away from him.

The more panicked and flustered he became, the less likely he was to hit Chen Zhan.

This subtle control was ingrained in Chen Zhan's very being; the instant he exerted his strength, he would step in the opposite direction, always one step ahead of him.

"Kill him already! What the hell are you two still standing there for?"

Bai Yunsheng fired bullets while yelling at Qingzi and the other person.

The two exchanged a glance, understood each other's thoughts, and without further hesitation, they flipped over and jumped out of the second-floor window, disappearing into the snowy night.

Chen Zhan watched Bai Yunsheng load bullets with a half-smile, until the last bullet was loaded and the magazine was closed, when he was struck by a cold glint of light.

The magazine bounced out a distance of ten feet, and Bai Yunsheng stood up and lunged forward, reaching out to grab the magazine in his hand.

"what!!!"

Bai Yunsheng only caught a glimpse of a cold star shooting out from the darkness, tearing through the snowflakes drifting in from the window with tremendous force, pinning his left hand to the ground.
It was just a sycamore branch, which pierced through the palm and stuck into the floor. "Still want to fight, White Dragon Head?"

"You served as a dog for the Japanese and harmed your fellow countrymen. Did you ever think about what would happen today?"

Chen Zhan's voice was calm. Bai Yunsheng's arms were crippled, and he could no longer resist.

"Spare my life, and you can take whatever wealth the Green Gang has to offer."

His voice gradually faded, and he himself felt it was impossible. Chen Zhan had gone to so much trouble, so he was unlikely to let him off the hook. As for the valuables, he could take them as he pleased after he died!

Chen Zhan didn't say anything, and at that moment, someone rushed into the courtyard.

He casually broke both of his arms, took his life, and left behind a few words.

He grabbed a handful of dollars from the drawer.

He rolled over and got out.

Instead of jumping from the second floor, he grabbed the outside of the window, used his fingers to exert force throughout his body, and pulled himself upwards.
Hanging upside down like a golden hook to climb the ladder to heaven!
He jumped directly from the second floor to the third-floor balcony, and then, following the same pattern, jumped to the fourth floor.

The people who rushed in from outside also saw Chen Zhan. "He's there, outside the window. Shoot! Shoot!"

The patrolman drew his rifle and raised it to fire, but Chen Zhan had already climbed to the rooftop.

He rolled away, shifting two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) through the snow to avoid the line of fire, and was no longer visible below.

"Go up to the roof. He's on the roof. Notify the police to set up a presence outside. Don't let him get away."

The police rushed into the mansion. Inside, many wounded gang members were still groaning in pain, while many others had fled. Chen Zhan couldn't possibly kill all of the nearly one hundred people; most had scattered and fled out of fear.

Standing on the rooftop, listening to the shouts all around, Chen Zhan felt calm and relieved; the task was finally completed.

Kill when you should kill, eat when you should eat.

After killing them, find a place to have a good meal, then leave Tianjin!

Chen Zhan felt the increase in luck value in his sea of ​​consciousness, smiled, and stepped out. Each step he took created lotus flowers, shaking away the snow on the rooftop. With all his might, he strode across more than ten zhang in one step and landed steadily on the rooftop of a Western-style building next door.

The building was uninhabited. I walked a few steps along the roof, climbed down the stairs, and quickly disappeared into the night.

The police searched everywhere, turning the entire French Concession upside down, but still couldn't find Chen Zhan.

In the vast city of Tianjin, even with a master like Chen Zhan, who can hide and conceal himself at night, it would be difficult to find him, no matter how many people there are.

Besides, many people are just going through the motions; in this freezing weather, with snow falling heavily, even if they actually find Chen Zhan, they might lose their lives.

Although tempted by the large sum of money, the veteran patrolman knew that this money was a hot potato!
It's very likely they'll lose their lives from the burns.

When Inspector Charlize of the Tianjin Police Station arrived at the scene, he was immediately struck by a strong smell of blood as soon as he entered the building.

A dozen or so patrol officers, carrying flashlights and leading old dogs, entered the area.

We must proceed with extreme caution, in case Chen Zhan has left behind a backup plan; we must try it.

The old dogs were too intimidated by the smell of blood to go any further, so they were forcibly led to explore the second floor.

The Green Gang's meeting room was wide open, with thugs lying half-reclined, their bodies riddled with bullets.

Several daring patrol officers peeked inside and were immediately stunned.

awful! awful! awful!
And then there's the horror!
It wasn't about how many people died, nor was it about how gruesome the deaths were.

Instead, the large characters on the white wall inside the hall were seven large, scarlet characters written in a chilling and terrifying style.

(End of this chapter)