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

Three rounds, best of three.

Chen Feng has already won two games, and the outcome is already decided.

In the arena, Nassau's face was ashen, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

He is the future heir of the Sassoon family. He has lost two matches today. If he loses again, his moral compass will be in turmoil. But if he kowtows and admits his mistakes in public, the reputation of the century-old Jewish family will be shattered beyond recognition!

"Hurry up! Don't try to renege on your bet if you lose!"

Tang Tang stood with her hands on her hips, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and her crisp shout pierced the deathly silence of the shooting range.

She shone her little leather shoes, the heels slamming heavily on the floor, the sound like a slap that instantly turned Nassau's face a deep purplish-brown.

Behind Nassau, a dozen or so Jewish youths, each with a different look in their eyes, took a half-step back, their leather shoes scraping the ground with a soft rustling sound.

They are followers of Nassau, but also hidden competitors—their gazes toward the arena now are no longer simply expressions of support, but rather an undisguised expectation and calculation!

Once Nassau falls from its pedestal, these collateral descendants will have the opportunity to climb to the top.

Nie Huanxi, standing to the side, stroked his chin, his fingertips twirling the bullet, his mind already racing with calculations—he would definitely use this scandal to his advantage and squeeze real benefits out of this Jewish young master!

At this tense moment, when undercurrents were surging.

A muffled engine roar suddenly shattered the silence.

A dozen or so black Ford sedans sped towards the end of the road like a black torrent of steel, their wheels leaving two deep ruts on the cobblestones.

The car doors were simultaneously pushed open roughly, and dozens of Jewish men dressed in black suits filed out, each with a straight back and muscular build, and sharp eyes like hawks.

Their index fingers were covered with thick calluses, marks from years of holding guns—they were all top assassins trained by the Sassoon family!

They quickly split into two lines, forming a formidable human wall, and the air instantly froze as if it were filled with ice.

next second.

The door of the lead car was pushed open, and a tall, upright man stepped out, limping.

This man was nearly fifty years old. His custom-made three-piece suit was perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle. His mustache was neatly trimmed, and his triangular eyes were deep and unfathomable. He exuded the profound aura of a century-old wealthy family.

He is Victor Sassoon, the current head of the Sassoon family and the leader of the Sassoon Group!

This British Jew was a hereditary baron who had held important positions such as Member of Parliament for the Indian colony and member of the Royal Commission to investigate the labor problems of Indian industry. He had an illustrious resume and immense power.

He stood there, needing no words, exuding an overwhelming aura; he was truly a figure at the very top of the pyramid in Shanghai!

Victor's gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Tang Zhen. He gave a slight nod and a lukewarm greeting.

The aloofness in his tone was like a thin layer of ice, chilling even from several meters away.

Before Tang Zhen could respond!

His gaze shifted to Nassau, whose face was deathly pale, and he spoke in a deep voice, devoid of emotion: "What happened?"

Nassau was stunned into silence!

Several Jewish youths quickly stepped forward, bowed their heads, and recounted the whole story word for word.

Victor frowned slightly, his momentary air of authority causing everyone present to hold their breath. But his brow quickly relaxed, and he turned to look at Chen Feng, a polite smile on his face, though his eyes held a scrutinizing glint: "Section Chief Chen, you're quite capable!"

Seeing this, Tang Tang quickly stepped forward, standing close to Chen Feng, and introduced him in a low, crisp voice: "This is Mr. Victor, the head of the Sassoon family. Nassau is one of his sons!"

Chen Feng clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, his movements steady and powerful, without uttering a word.

His aura was by no means weak, like a sharp sword sheathed, seemingly calm but actually with its sharpness concealed.

Victor smiled insincerely, stepped forward, and the hem of his suit jacket swept in a clean arc: "Could you possibly give me some face in this bet?"

Chen Feng did not respond, but simply stared at him calmly.

He could read a hint of undeniable strength in Victor's seemingly gentle eyes, and he could also sense the sudden tension emanating from Tang Zhen beside him.

Seeing this, Victor turned to Tang Zhen, his tone warmer than before, even bowing slightly as if to concede: "Brother Tang, I hope you can mediate this matter today!"

Tang Zhen stood there, his back ramrod straight, but Chen Feng could clearly see something from his tense profile—his jawline was slightly clenched, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the buttons on his clothes, and there was an unspeakable anxiety hidden in his eyes.

ponder for a moment.

Tang Zhen slowly walked to Chen Feng's side, his attitude extremely softened, speaking in a conciliatory tone: "Brother Chen, how about we change the way we gamble?"

Chen Feng could clearly read the crisis in Tang Zhen's expression—this prominent figure in Shanghai was now walking on thin ice.

On one side is the patriarch of a century-old powerful family, wielding immense power; on the other side is his own junior. No matter how this gamble ends, it will offend one side, and he is caught in the middle, bearing tremendous pressure.

"Chen Feng!"

Hu Tao and Hu Mingxuan also quickly stepped forward and stood on either side of Chen Feng.

Although Hu Tao had her hands clasped across her chest, she quietly moved closer to Chen Feng, her small face full of worry; Hu Mingxuan clenched his fists, his fingertips turning white, his eyes hiding undisguised tension.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable force: "Another method is also possible... but I wonder if your esteemed son is worth such a high price?"

Nassau was overjoyed; his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled.

He scoffed, thinking, "This brat's just a river section chief; a few thousand or ten thousand silver dollars and this matter is over!"

Victor, however, keenly sensed something was amiss. His eyes narrowed, and his gaze suddenly sharpened: "Section Chief Chen, please speak!"

Chen Feng sized up Nassau, his gaze sharp as if examining a piece of merchandise waiting to be sold. Then, he spoke each word with resounding force, making everyone's eardrums buzz: "There's an old Chinese saying, 'A man's knees are worth gold!'"

His tone shifted abruptly, his expression turning serious, his gaze fixed on Nassau with a resolute determination: "Since the outcome is already decided, there's no need to discuss gold after three kowtows! Today, I'll give you face and make it a bit cheaper—three kowtows for one million silver dollars!"

"hiss--!"

A collective gasp filled the room, as if the air itself had frozen.

Nassau was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, his face turning as white as a sheet in an instant; Victor's lips twitched involuntarily, a hint of surprise and anger flashing in his eyes, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Tang Zhen was even more shocked, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back—this kid actually had such audacity and such a clear mind!

A cold glint flashed in Victor's eyes, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became tense. After three breaths of silence, he slowly suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice, "Fine! My Sassoon family acknowledges this debt!"

After a while.

Holding a check for a million dollars, Chen Feng watched the Ford convoy speed away, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes—Tang Zhen's fleeting panic just now was definitely not just for a bet.

He was reminded of a Hebrew proverb in the hearts of Jews: "Those who come to kill you, get up and kill them first!"

After a while.

The group returned to the garden villa and had lunch.

Tang Zhen received a phone call, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he hurriedly got up and left, leaving only the instruction, "Come back and have dinner together tonight."

The afternoon spring sunshine was warm and pleasant.

In the rooftop garden, the spring breeze brushes against the wisteria trellis, scattering delicate petals.

Chen Feng, Tang Tang, Hu Tao, and Hu Mingxuan sat around chatting, the aroma of tea wafting through the air.

Chen Feng slowly took out the check for one million silver dollars, looked at it, and remembered a movie he had seen in his previous life!

"Here you go!"

He suddenly handed it to the walnut!

"This...this is for me?"

Hu Tao was so startled that she jumped up, almost knocking over the teacup in her hand, and didn't even notice the tea splashing onto her hand.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Chen Feng in disbelief, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, his tone gentle, with a hint of concern in his eyes: "Hu Qing Yu Tang has been facing some difficulties lately. This little bit of money is just a token of my appreciation!"

As soon as Hu Tao's fingertips touched the check, her breathing became rapid, and she gripped the check tightly with both hands until her knuckles turned white.

Hu Mingxuan stood to the side, his eyes instantly reddening, his throat choked, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Wow! Why wasn't I included?!"

Tangtang peeked out from behind Hu Tao, hands on her hips, muttering with envy and jealousy, deliberately nuzzling Hu Tao's shoulder, her little face full of charming dissatisfaction.

Hu Tao glared at her, then looked up at Chen Feng, her eyes serious and determined: "Thank you, Chen Feng! Consider this your investment in Hu Qing Yu Tang!"

Hu Mingxuan nodded emphatically and added, "You are now the largest shareholder of Hu Qing Yu Tang!"

Chen Feng smiled slightly, said nothing more, then turned to look at Tang Tang, his expression becoming more serious, a hint of consideration barely perceptible in his eyes: "I'd like to stay with you for a couple more days!"

Tang Zhen's solemn expression just now felt like a thorn in Chen Feng's heart.

He vaguely sensed that the situation in Shanghai was far more complex than it appeared on the surface. Perhaps staying by Tang Tang's side would not only protect these girls but also allow him to uncover the hidden dangers.

Tang Tang was taken aback for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and smiled, her eyes full of slyness. She reached out and poked Chen Feng's arm: "Oh? Trying to stay here? Well, that depends on your performance!"

The warm spring sun shone on the four of them, wisteria petals fell gently, and the aroma of tea mingled with the fragrance of flowers.

But nobody noticed.

Chen Feng gazed at the distant skyline of the foreign concessions, a sharp glint in his eyes—the waters of Shanghai seemed deeper than he had imagined, and he had to be fully prepared.

He knew that beneath the momentary tranquility of Tang Family Garden, the next upheaval was quietly brewing!