Chinese martial arts: From human punching bags to martial arts mastery

Chen Feng's heart sank, and he immediately opened a "Secret Account Code Book".

When he saw the words clearly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his aura instantly turned icy cold.

Wine A+, Buyer's password TKY-47

Organ Origin Tracing: Boxing Champion "Iron-Boned Zhang"

Brandy B, Buyer's password HRB-173

Organ source: Zhejiang University students who fought against the Japanese

Champagne special effect, buyer's code LV-037

Organ origin tracing:

徐汇

The orphan in the courtyard...

Every word was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing viciously into Chen Feng's heart, causing him so much pain that he could barely breathe.

Among these people were passionate young students who were devoted to their country and its people, and innocent, unarmed children who were so cruelly slaughtered and harmed. This is an outrage against heaven and earth!

"Look!"

Sister Hong opened another ledger.

xinzang!

173 piece.

Preservation technology – Cholera bacteria O01 group liquid + adrenaline maintenance.

Buyer: Faculty of Medicine, Tokyo Imperial University, Japan.

ganzang!

247.

Preservation technology – physiological saline circulation perfusion.

Buyer: Japanese Kwantung Army...

yanjiaomo!

389 pairs.

Preservation technology – radioactive radium salt for delayed aging.

Buyer: Jewish Eye Bank.

guge.

37 tons!!!

Preservation technology – calcination into bone meal.

Buyer: Dong-A Bone Materials Co., Ltd.

"brute!"

"What a bunch of beasts!"

Chen Feng roared furiously, immediately using Black Swan's phone to contact Sixth Brother and Second Dog: "Bring all your men, shovels, and pickaxes, and get to Black Swan right now!"

Then I contacted Yu Le and asked her to come as soon as possible!

I hung up the phone.

His anger was so intense it seemed to set the air ablaze.

Not long after.

Sixth Senior Brother and Second Dog arrived with their men, and Yu Le and Tang Tang also rushed over.

With tools in hand, the group arrived at the Black Swan's backyard. Rain had soaked the soil, and a faint, rotten smell filled the air.

"dig!"

At Chen Feng's command, everyone picked up shovels and picks and began digging with all their might.

The soil was shoveled away one shovel at a time, the stench of decay growing stronger, and the group's movements becoming faster and faster.

Sudden.

Someone exclaimed, "Bones! It's bones!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look down.

Beneath the soil, countless bones were piled up in layers!

Some were intact, some were broken, and some even had fragments of long-rotted clothing attached, densely covering the bottom of the pit, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Rainwater washed over the skeleton, revealing more pale bones, each one telling a story of the horrific ordeal it had endured.

"So many...it's utterly heinous...this is a huge deal..."

Yu Le gasped, her voice trembling.

"vomit--!"

Tang Tang vomited violently, but finally, gritting her teeth, she said, word by word, "Yule, you just keep reporting. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up!"

"You son of a bitch! May you die a horrible death!"

Er Gou and the others were furious, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, their eyes filled with anger and grief.

Chen Feng stood at the edge of the pit, his gaze sweeping over the tons of skeletons! The air around him seemed to freeze.

His chest heaved violently, his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes were bloodshot, and a raging fire of fury surged from the depths of his heart, threatening to consume him.

These are all wronged souls who died unjustly! Their lives were wantonly trampled upon by this group of scoundrels!

He abruptly raised his head, looked up at the night sky, and roared throughout the backyard: "The Green Gang! Du Yuesheng! I, Chen Feng, will remember this debt! One day, I will make you pay in blood!"

The wind and rain howled, as if providing accompaniment to this raging inferno.

The skeletons at the bottom of the pit, soaked by the rain, gleamed with a cold light, bearing witness to the bloodshed and evil of that night, and foreshadowing a bloodbath that was about to sweep through Shanghai.

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, but it couldn't penetrate the gloom over Shanghai.

The front page of the Shenbao newspaper featured the news of the Black Swan corpse case in striking black font, with photos showing mountains of bones that stung everyone's eyes.

The news swept through Shanghai like a tidal wave, causing an uproar and widespread outrage, with calls for the perpetrator to be severely punished rising one after another.

Meanwhile, inside Du Yuesheng's mansion, he was leisurely eating breakfast, appearing completely calm and collected.

Suddenly.

"Mr. Du! Something terrible has happened!"

A disciple rushed in in a panic, his face ashen, and his fingers trembling as he handed a copy of the Shen Bao newspaper to Du Yuesheng.

Du Yuesheng glanced at it and casually picked up the newspaper, but when he saw the glaring words and photos on the front page, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

He abruptly stood up, his murderous aura erupting instantly, and roared, "Who did this? Such a huge thing happened, and you dared to keep it from me?!"

Just then.

A figure quickly walked up behind him; it was his most trusted strategist.

The strategist glanced at the newspaper, his face showing no sign of panic, but rather a sinister smile. He casually said, "Mr. Du, this is easy to handle!"

He held up three fingers and slowly said:

"First, draw a clear line! Immediately declare to the public that the Black Swan has long been under Qian Hu's control and has nothing to do with you. Put all the blame on him! He is a direct disciple of the Yan Men Tongbei Boxing School. Say that he is a pawn infiltrating our Green Gang, taking advantage of the opportunity to control the Black Swan to secretly commit such heinous acts and deliberately frame our Green Gang!"

"Second, shift the focus! If the first strategy doesn't work, immediately arrange one or two hot social events, such as warlord wars or scandals, to guide public opinion. Before long, people will forget about the term 'black swan'!"

"Third, whitewash your image! Once the storm has passed, you can hold a few large-scale charity events, donate heavily to public welfare, and rebuild your reputation as a 'philanthropic tycoon.' Who will remember this old case then?"