Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Kowloon Walled City, Tung Tau Village, a four-story cement building.

The stairwell was so narrow that only one person could walk sideways. The walls were covered with clotheslines, and water pipes ran horizontally through the ceiling, dripping water.

Dozens of families lived upstairs and downstairs, and you could hear the sound of cooking next door through the thin wooden wall.

There was a room at the far end of the fourth floor, and a member of the Green Dragon Gang was sitting at the door. When he saw Han Shouyi, he stood up and made way for him.

Han Shouyi pushed open the door and went in; Chen Zhan was already inside.

The room was small, with a table and two chairs. On the table was a map of Hong Kong and Kowloon, with several locations circled in pencil and some marked with an X.

Han Shouyi closed the door, stood in front of the table, and didn't dare to sit down.

"sit."

Han Shouyi sat down, his back straight, his hands resting on his knees.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow to go to Shanghai."

Han Shouyi's heart tightened, but he replied, "Alliance Leader, do you need manpower in Shanghai?"

"No need. There are a few things to do in Hong Kong, you can handle them."

"Please speak, Alliance Leader."

"First, arrange a clean and secluded place in the walled city for three or four people to stay for a few months."

Who will live there?

"You don't need to know their names. Two people will guard you closely. You'll be in charge of the outer perimeter, making sure no unfamiliar faces approach that area."

Han Shouyi nodded, "I know the city well. There are a few empty houses in Dongtou Village. I'll go clean them up today."

"Secondly, I've wiped out the Green Robe Society, so the pro-unification faction won't be reaching out here again in the short term. You don't need to develop it; just continue with your work."

"clear."

"Third, Mai Qiming will come looking for you again."

Han Shouyi's finger twitched.

“Keep pretending, he won’t find anything. If he presses you too hard, you can release some information to steer the conversation elsewhere, suggesting the murderer is from the mainland and has a personal grudge against the Green Robe Society.”

"Yes."

Chen Zhan folded the map and pushed it to the side of the table.

"Is there anything else?"

Han Shouyi opened his mouth, then closed it again.

The question he wanted to ask was swallowed back after circling in his throat: "The leader of the alliance is going to Shanghai, which is the stronghold of the pro-unification faction and the military intelligence. Will he ever come back?"

"It's gone."

Chen Zhan stood up. "Get your lodgings ready today, and come over tomorrow."

Han Shouyi stood up and bowed slightly. "Yes."

Chen Zhan pushed open the door and went out into the alley of the walled city. Above him were densely packed power lines and clotheslines, and the walls on both sides were almost touching, leaving only a sliver of sunlight.

People came and went, but no one gave him a second glance.

The Kowloon Walled City was a melting pot of people, making it the safest place. The reason for choosing Han Shouyi was simple: only those who had witnessed his methods knew that he could not be betrayed.

Otherwise the consequences
Evening, Yau Tsim Mong.

When Chen Zhan went up to the third floor and pushed open the door, Ruan Zhi was sitting on the bed practicing her internal energy and regulating her breathing. Her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing was long and even, and her complexion was much better than the day he arrived.

Hearing the door open, she opened her eyes: "Brother-in-law."

"Come, let me heal your wounds one last time. I'm on my way."

Ruan Zhi didn't ask why he said "last," and turned her back to him.

Chen Zhan placed his palm on the Mingmen acupoint, stimulating his Qi and blood, and allowing his strength to penetrate.

His vital energy, along with hers, cleared away the stagnation in her meridians one by one, dispelling minor hidden injuries one by one, and cleaning up everything that could be cleared.

Ruan Zhi's back was burning hot, and sweat seeped from her hairline, trickling down her neck.

About two incense sticks later.

Chen Zhan withdrew his hand, his palm burning hot.

"Once the major blockages are cleared, you can heal the remaining minor damage on your own."

Ruan Zhi turned around, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked at him.

"I'm leaving." Ruan Zhi didn't speak, but looked down at her hands, clenched her fists, and found that she was much stronger than she had been a few days ago.

"You should move somewhere else tomorrow, to Kowloon Walled City. It's safer there than here. He Nian and He Ming will be with you, and there will be someone to look after you outside, so don't worry."

"it is good."

Chen Zhan took out a piece of paper, a prescription, from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Take the medicine according to this prescription, practice your breathing exercises for two hours every day, and you will recover completely in three or four months."

Ruan Zhi picked up the prescription, looked at it, folded it, and put it away.

The room was quiet for a while.

"Brother-in-law."

"Ah."

"Don't tell my sister about my situation, don't let her worry."

Chen Zhan nodded.

Ruan Zhi glanced at him again, "Be careful."

Push the door open and go out.

A crane was calling from above the corridor. Chen Zhan handed him the address of the fortified village, saying, "Move over there first thing tomorrow morning. Han Shouyi will send people to meet you on the outside. You just need to take care of things inside."

Fang Heming took the address, glanced at it, and nodded.

Nighttime, the walled city.

Chen Zhan returned to his temporary lodgings, closed the door, and lit an oil lamp.

On the table lay everything that had been collected from the five outposts over the past few days—codebooks, telegram drafts, copies of incoming and outgoing telegrams, leather address books, and the account books of Liqun Trading Company.

He started with the codebook.

The codebook wasn't thick, only about thirty pages long, with two columns per page. The left side contained numerical codes, and the right side contained corresponding Chinese characters or phrases.

The encoding method is not complicated. Each group of four digits corresponds to a word, and words are linked together to form sentences.

He took the telegram and deciphered it word by word.

There were more than a dozen telegrams, dating from June to October of this year. Most of them were exchanges between the Hong Kong station and the Shanghai headquarters, and the content involved personnel transfers, fund allocations, and intelligence transmissions.

A telegram from Shanghai to Hong Kong in June: Tang Fengxian was to be transferred to Hong Kong to strengthen the military defense of Hong Kong and Kowloon.

In July, Shanghai sent a message to Hong Kong: The crackdown on the Shanghai strongholds of the Soviet faction has begun. Pay attention to the movements of the Soviet faction members in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and report any sightings immediately.

This made Chen Zhan pause for a moment.

"Report immediately upon discovery" means that the Tsing Yi Society already knew in July that some members of the Su faction were moving to Hong Kong and was keeping an eye on them.

He continued reading.

In August, Hong Kong sent a message to Shanghai: Suspected Soviet-affiliated personnel entered Hong Kong via Kowloon; the number was unknown and an investigation was underway.

In September, Shanghai sent a message to Hong Kong: Intensify the investigation, make sure to confirm the hiding places of the Su faction in Hong Kong, and prepare to make arrests.

"Prepare to close the net."

If he had arrived half a month later, Ruan Zhi's hiding place might have already been exposed.

Chen Zhan put the telegrams aside and picked up his address book.

The notebooks are leather-bound, with corresponding numbers and contact information. Most of them use codes, but some have real names marked in pencil next to them.

He flipped through the pages one by one, noting down several key names and their corresponding contact information.

There are six from Shanghai, three from Guangzhou, and two from Nanjing.

The last few pages of the address book contained a thin piece of paper, handwritten in messy handwriting, different from the handwriting in the address book, as if it were a memo Shen Tingdong had made in private.

There was a sentence written on it, without a date:
"A telegram from Shanghai: the final purge of the Soviet faction in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai will be completed by mid-November. At that time, the pro-unification faction will take full control of all branches of the Chinese League. All those who have not submitted will be treated as traitors."

Mid-November.

It's the end of October now.

There are less than twenty days left.

Chen Zhan folded the paper and tucked it into his body along with the codebook and address book. He had already memorized the other telegrams and ledgers and burned them.

He blew out the oil lamp, and the room became dark.

Sounds from inside the walled city drifted in through the thin walls: someone was playing mahjong next door, and the food stalls downstairs were still open, the sounds of spatulas and laughter mingling together. (End of Chapter)