Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

Li Cunyi remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"I boarded this ship for a job, to kill someone." He leaned against the blanket, his voice hoarse and low. "One of the leaders of the Black Dragon Society in Shanghai is called Yamamoto Ichiro."

This man was ostensibly the manager of a Japanese trading company, but secretly he managed the opium transportation channels for the Black Dragon Society.

"Besides us ordinary passengers, there was also a shipment of cargo on this ship."

He paused, as if carefully choosing his words: "It's not a small number, at least several dozen boxes."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words: "You should know that the Shanghai International Settlement began banning smoking a few years ago. The Municipal Council inspected the area closely, and most of the open opium dens were shut down."

However, the smoking ban only applied to the International Settlement, not the French Concession. The opium trade in the French Concession had been largely monopolized by the Green Gang in recent years.

Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin all made their fortunes through opium.

They sourced goods from India, Yunnan, and Sichuan, transported them to Shanghai, and then distributed them throughout the country.

"But the Green Gang can't transport that much cargo by relying solely on its own people." Li Cunyi licked his chapped lips. "There are water police on the waterways and checkpoints along the land routes. No matter how many people the Green Gang has, they can't manage it all."

At this time, the Black Dragon Society came knocking. The Black Dragon Society helped the Green Gang transport opium to all parts of the country, and the escorts by water and land were all from the Black Dragon Society.

They had connections with the Japanese military, and the ships carrying their goods flew the flags of Japanese trading companies, so the military and police checkpoints along the way dared not check them, nor could they.

The two sides shared the profits, continuously reaping wealth. Meanwhile, the Black Dragon Society used these opium trades to extract vast amounts of silver from China, which they then used to purchase weapons and supplies to send to the Japanese military.

This shipment of opium was being transported from Guangzhou to the north.

Chen Hongwu's gaze darkened: "Is this Yamamoto Ichiro you mentioned on this ship?"

Li Cunyi nodded: "I received intelligence that he was personally escorting the ship this time, carrying a batch of goods heading north." He coughed a few times, "I originally planned to make my move on the ship, to find an opportunity for him to be alone."

I didn't expect him to have more people than I anticipated, and that Yamamoto Ichiro himself was also a master. He was proficient in Japanese jujitsu and kendo, and he always carried a gun.

I made a mistake and was surrounded by his men, who beat me severely.

They thought I was dead, so they tied me to iron ingots and threw me into the sea.

Chen Hongwu frowned, as if a raging fire was burning in his chest.

With the nation in peril, surrounded by powerful nations, warlords fighting amongst themselves, and the people suffering immensely.

Taking advantage of unequal treaties, the Japanese acted with impunity in the concessions, dumping opium into China and causing countless families to be torn apart.

The Green Gang, for the sake of money, colluded with the Japanese and helped them transport opium throughout the country.

Behind every chest of opium are families who have lost everything, men ruined by opium pipes, and women reduced to prostitutes in opium dens.

These people are more hateful than the Japanese!

"Which cabin is he staying in?" Chen Hongwu's murderous intent surged.

Li Cunyi glanced at him: "You want to go?"

"Master Chen, I know you are skilled in kung fu, but this Yamamoto Ichiro is a former assassin of the Black Dragon Society. He is ruthless and always carries a gun."

Moreover, there are at least a dozen Black Dragon Society members on board, all armed. You're all alone; if you're trapped in a small space…”

"You don't need to worry about that. I know what I'm doing. Which cabin is he staying in?" Chen Hongwu waved his hand.

Li Cunyi was silent for a moment: "He was in first class, at the end of the corridor, with one cabin on each side for his people."

He rarely left his room during the day, only going to the cargo hold to check the goods at night. Each time he went out, he was accompanied by guards, a total of eleven people, eight of whom worked in shifts in the cargo hold, and three of whom were his personal bodyguards.

However, after I alerted him that day, he'll probably be on high alert. I don't know how many people are in the cargo hold right now.

Chen Hongwu nodded: "Okay, I understand."

"Take good care of yourself and recover from your injury."

After saying this, Chen Hongwu stood up, changed into a black short-sleeved shirt, and went out.

Li Cunyi watched his figure disappear through the door, opened his mouth, but didn't stop him.

Chen Hongwu's martial arts skills were so high that ordinary firearms could hardly pose a threat to him, but this was on a ship.

No matter how high one's martial arts skills are, once trapped in a confined space, one will eventually be riddled with bullets, and the same was true for the Martial Saint Sun Lutang.

He lay on the sofa, listening to the sound of the door hinges closing, feeling uneasy. "I hope Mr. Chen won't act impulsively."

Late at night.

The ship sailed smoothly on the sea at night, its engine emitting a rhythmic hum.

Chen Hongwu, wearing cloth shoes, descended the gangway to the entrance of the cargo hold.

The iron gate to the cargo hold passage was ajar, and a dim electric light shone through the crack.

He listened intently, but there were no footsteps in the passageway.

The window of the duty room was open, and the heavy snoring of sailors could be heard from inside.

Chen Hongwu slipped sideways through the gap in the iron gate, his feet landing silently. He walked forward along the wall of the passage, using the wall and shadows to conceal himself and avoid a patrol of Japanese soldiers.

The cargo hold door was ajar, and dim light shone through the crack.

He peered through the crack in the door and saw dozens of wooden crates stacked neatly inside the cargo hold.

The surface of the crate was not marked with any cargo name, only a number painted on it in black paint.

Several Japanese men in gray suits were taking inventory in the cargo hold. They used a pickaxe to pry open the lid of a crate, revealing neatly stacked blocks of opium inside.

Each piece of opium was wrapped in oiled paper, pressed into a brick shape, and was dark brown in color and hard in texture.

The box was stacked in three layers, with about twenty pieces on each layer. The box weighed at least sixty or seventy pounds.

He glanced again at the numbers on the outer wall of the crates, ranging from one to dozens, densely packed across most of the cargo hold.

Chen Hongwu's gaze swept over the opium and slowly returned to his own.

"It really is opium!"

He quietly exited the cargo hold and retraced his steps back to the first-class deck.

When he pushed open the door, Li Cunyi was leaning against the sofa waiting for him. Seeing him return, Li Cunyi asked, "Did you see the goods?"

"Hmm." Chen Hongwu took off his short-sleeved shirt and draped it over the back of the chair. "Dozens of boxes, all filled with opium."

Li Cunyi was silent for a moment: "What do you plan to do? Kill him?"

"Letting this scourge live even one more day is already letting him off easy."

Chen Hongwu's gaze was deep and thoughtful: "The ship will dock in Shanghai tomorrow, and then it will head north for a long journey, and there will be no more opportunities."

"Therefore, tonight... Yamamoto Ichiro must die!"