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Chapter 90 The Seven Killing Star Returns: The Prelude to the Killing Spree!

The last day of 1929.

But some people are left on this day forever.

Fengtian Industrial School was the predecessor of Fengtian University and the first public modern school in Northeast China to cultivate practical talents.

In June 1905, Ye Jingkui, the director of the Fengtian Education Bureau, petitioned to establish the Fengtian Industrial School.

The school initially offered courses in mechanics, architecture, printing, and textiles.

Since the tuition fee was only one yuan and there were no restrictions on the number of students admitted, many children from poor families enrolled, hoping to learn some skills and have a better life in Fengtian.

Fengtian Industrial School was located in the old city area.

Lin Suyun's home is in the South District. The route passes through the Japanese Consulate District, which would take an extra half hour if she went around it. If she went through the Japanese Consulate District, she could save a lot of time.

But she dared not.

Even if she deliberately dresses up in a disheveled and sloppy manner every day, her outstanding facial features are still hard to hide. Her figure can be concealed under the tattered cotton cloth, but her height is hard to find.

In this day and age, women are innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

Being exceptionally beautiful is often a sin, especially in Fengtian.

Winter days are short and nights are long. After school, I read for a while and left a little late, so it got dark.

They followed the same route, bypassing the Japanese consulate area.

Looking up, I saw that the streetlights in the consular district were already on. Unlike the dim kerosene lamps in the old town, these were mostly Japanese gas lamps, their glass shades gleaming bluish-white in the night.

The road was built in the style of a Japanese town, narrow but neat, with even the stone slabs along the roadside worn smooth.

The houses along the street are mostly Japanese-style wooden houses with black tiles and white walls. Small paper lanterns hang under the eaves, some with "Hinomaru" printed on them, and others with the name of a business.

This kind of glitz and glamour has nothing to do with her.

But he couldn't help but take another look, and that one glance led to disaster.

The three ronin, who had just come out of the town's tavern, were completely drunk. When they looked up and saw Lin Suyun, they immediately sobered up a bit. Her appearance was extremely rare; among all the Chinese women they had been with, none could even come close to her.

"Beautiful Chinese woman!"

Separated by an iron gate, Ito spoke to his two companions behind him.

"Hey, grab her, don't let her get away."

At this moment, Lin Suyun had already reacted and ran away quickly, her heart pounding rapidly.

But before half a cup of tea had passed, he was dragged by the hair back to the Japanese consulate area and into the pub.

There were many Japanese people in the tavern, most of whom were businessmen from the Chamber of Commerce. There were tens of thousands of Japanese doing business in Fengtian.

They were not surprised to see this and quickly moved away.

The Black Dragon Society is not to be trifled with.

They raped each other all night long, right in the lobby of the pub, without any cover or avoidance.

Lin Suyun not only bore the marks of rape, but also the broken hand from resisting.

Some rickshaw pullers passing by saw the scene, but most dared not pay attention, except for Li Hu, who was young and fearless.

The Japanese consular district had its own police station, but Li Hu dared not go there. Those were all Japanese patrol officers; going there would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den. After running for half a day, he finally reached the Fengtian Police Station and reported the case.

The Fengtian Police Station belonged to the Fengtian clique, but it dared not provoke the Japanese, especially since the incident occurred within the consular district.
After hesitating for a while, Deputy Captain He Chenjun led the team to the consular area to check the situation.

These are turbulent times. We've been instructed by our superiors not to cause any trouble, or we'll be punished severely.

Along the way, the three of them gave each other instructions and reminders: do not act impulsively, do not fight, do not fire guns, and do not get into conflict with the Japanese.

At most, it will obstruct.

That's how the three of them rode their bikes to the scene.

The sky was already beginning to brighten.

The morning light shone into the lobby of the restaurant, so bright that He Chenjun could not open his eyes.

It was horrific; blood was everywhere.

Then look at the woman who was violated.

They had seen this kind of thing many times during their years of service in Fengtian.

But the moment he saw the woman!

The three of them gave each other instructions on the way, but He Chenjun forgot everything they had said.

Blood rushed to his head, anger welled up inside him, and his arms trembled.
"Snapped!"

I slapped myself hard across the face. The anger inside me hadn't subsided, but my hand stopped shaking!

Draw your gun!

shot!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three shots were fired in quick succession! "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fire three more shots.

Click again, "Click~ Click~ Click~"

empty.

The Mauser pistol used by the police officers had a capacity of only six rounds.

The two officers beside him were dumbfounded. Hadn't they agreed not to act impulsively? They'd agreed to handle it calmly.
He Chenjun, who is usually the deputy captain, is the calmest, most composed, and even indifferent.

He avoided Japanese people like the plague, yet treated them with the utmost deference when they did meet them. Many troublesome Japanese ronin knew him.

They knew that He Chenjun was the most capable and knew best how to be filial to them.

Has everyone gone mad today?

He Chenjun fired all his bullets, unleashing three shots at the ronin who was lying on top of Lin Suyun.

The ronin bled profusely on the spot, much of it spilling onto Lin Suyun.

Then three bullets were fired, two of which missed, but grazed a person nearby.

"Baka! Chinese police! You're asking for death!" Ito, with a samurai sword hanging at his waist, raised his sword to strike, but He Chenjun was still standing there in a daze. Fortunately, the two brothers behind him pulled him up.

But the two men dared not fire.

They pulled He Chenjun a few steps before being caught up, and one of them was slashed on the arm.

At this point, police officers need to have some martial arts skills, otherwise they wouldn't be able to deal with the Black Dragon Society's warriors.

"I want you to die!"

He Chenjun snapped out of his daze, drew his baton, and fought desperately with Ito, but was stabbed three times in a short time.

Two cuts to the back, one cut to the left arm.

The four men began to fight in the street. Ito's blows were deadly, and He Chenjun was soon slashed again, but he was fearless and endured the wound, determined to die with Ito.

Ito drew his sword and retreated.

"Old He, Old He, are you crazy! Are you out of your mind?!"

"If you don't live, your whole family won't live either?"

The two brothers helped out from the side, calling out whenever they had a spare moment.

He said he was helping, but it was more like he was stopping He Chenjun. He was hesitant and didn't dare to use force, so he was put at a disadvantage for a while.

After a brief standoff, another ronin, grazed by a bullet, also rushed out.

"Damn it, this Chinese cop is insane! He actually dared to shoot at us! Kill him!"

The group engaged in a bloody fight on the street in the early morning. Japanese passersby quickly moved away, while a few Chinese people watched from a distance, not daring to help. Those who witnessed the incident ran to the police station to report it.

"Drip drop~"

Sirens blared as a car pulled up; it was the Japanese police.

Four Japanese police officers arrived at the scene and drew their guns to stop the crowd.

At this moment, Chen Zhan and Ye Ningzhen also arrived.

Chen Zhan glanced at the scene. The blood inside the tavern had already flowed outside, and he immediately recognized the clothes and appearance of the people facing off.

At that moment, He Chenjun was stabbed again.

Chen Zhan raised his hand, wiped his face, his bones vibrated, his prominent brow bone and cheekbone receded, and he immediately returned to his original appearance.

The Seven Killings Demon Star, in its original form.

He appeared completely calm, without even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Ye Ningzhen understood that this was just the prelude to his true killing spree.

He tightened his grip on Chen Zhan's hand and said, "I know you're furious. If you act now, the whole plan will be ruined."

Chen Zhan shook his head: "Plans can't keep up with changes. If things don't go well today, my path of martial arts will collapse."
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Ps:

Actually, I was trying my best to restrain myself in this chapter, not wanting to portray the experiences of many people in that era as too tragic, too sorrowful, or too helpless.

Some may think I'm deliberately exaggerating my suffering, but what I'm describing is really just a tiny, insignificant bit of suffering from those years.

There are many worse cases than this; a quick online search will yield countless results.

I just visited a photo studio in Nanjing over the weekend, and then I saw some idiots on Douyin saying that we shouldn't keep taking pictures of hatred, that we shouldn't remember hatred, that we shouldn't live in hatred, because it's bad for teaching the next generation about hatred.

If it's just about getting paid to do something, I think it's reasonable. But if it's from the heart, then they really deserve to die.

Reflect on the Party and get away from it.

(End of this chapter)