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

"You...you you you..." Huang Jinrong pointed at Chen Hongwu with his right hand, his knuckles trembling violently, and his lips slurred.

Chen Hongwu threw the cloth bag in his hand to the ground.

The bag opened, and a head rolled out, tumbling twice on the blue bricks before coming to a stop.

Rongshan's old face was turned upwards, his eyes wide open, the whites of his eyes still filled with the resentment and terror of his last moments before death.

His mouth was slightly open, a stubble of gray beard stuck to his blood-stained chin, and the jagged cut on his neck looked as if it had been ripped apart by a ferocious beast.

"Boss Huang should recognize this," Chen Hongwu said.

Huang Jinrong's eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, and he felt as if all the blood had been drained from his body.

A series of hoarse sounds escaped his throat, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"You...you killed...killed this sir..." Huang Jinrong leaned against the doorframe, looking up at the sky, repeating only this one sentence over and over, "You're dead, you're dead..."

Chen Hongwu did not respond.

He simply took one step forward.

With one step, he was already in front of Huang Jinrong.

Chen Hongwu's move was extremely fast; it seemed like only a moment had passed before his palm had already grazed Huang Jinrong's throat.

The force penetrated to his bones, and Huang Jinrong's body stiffened abruptly, his head tilting back until it was pressed against his back. His obese body slid down the door frame, collapsing onto the threshold like a lump of mud.

When the remaining Green Gang members in the courtyard saw that Huang Jinrong had died, some shouted and others tried to run away.

Chen Hongwu did not chase after him. Instead, he grabbed Rong Shan by the money-rat-tail braid, walked up to Huang Jinrong, grabbed him by the back of the neck with one hand, and lifted the corpse up.

Huang Jinrong weighed at least 200 jin (approximately 100 catties), but Chen Hongwu carried it with the same steady gait as if he were carrying a small chicken.

He crossed the front yard, stepped over the screen wall, and walked outside.

No one dared to stop them anymore.

Those who saw it either scrambled to the sides or knelt on the ground kowtowing repeatedly; some timid people even wet their pants on the spot.

As Chen Hongwu stepped out of the newly built Shikumen gatehouse, a group of people jogged towards him, and they bumped right into each other.

The leader was none other than Du Yuesheng.

He didn't take a car today, but instead walked briskly along the cobblestone path with five or six attendants. The back of his light gray long gown was soaked with sweat, clearly indicating that he had rushed here.

He looked up and saw Chen Hongwu, his gaze falling on the familiar corpse in the other's hand, and he suddenly froze.

"Boss Huang..." Du Yuesheng's voice trembled slightly, and his gaze lingered on Huang Jinrong's face for a long while before slowly lowering his eyes.

"You want to avenge him?" Chen Hongwu asked.

Du Yuesheng remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

He let out a long breath and slowly said, "Life and death are predestined, and there is cause and effect. Boss Huang repeatedly ignored my advice, so he can be considered... to have died a worthy death."

Chen Hongwu nodded, and as he walked past him, he said, "You should keep a close eye on the Green Gang members in the future. I hope you won't become the next Huang Jinrong."

"I will heed your teachings." Du Yuesheng clasped his hands and bowed, his waist bent respectfully.

Chen Hongwu took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned back, and asked, "Where is the Black Dragon Society's Shanghai branch?"

Du Yuesheng raised his head, glanced at Rong Shan's head, which was lying in Chen Hongwu's hand with its eyes wide open, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Master Chen, you've already caused a lot of trouble by killing Rongshan. Why go and provoke the Japanese as well?"

Japan is known for its many martial arts masters, and Shanghai is also garrisoned by Japanese troops. Even if you forced your way in, you'd likely never get out.

Although Chen Hongwu forcibly broke into the Green Gang headquarters and killed his good brother Huang Jinrong, they were sworn enemies.

But when faced with matters of principle, Du Yuesheng was still able to keep his composure. If he had to choose between the Japanese and Chen Hongwu, he would still prefer Chen Hongwu.

Moreover, this young man in front of him had already brought him too many surprises.

The fact that Rongshan died at his hands shows that Chen Hongwu had already reached the level of Transformation Realm and could truly be called a "Grandmaster".

Such a person, as long as he doesn't die, will have an immeasurable future.

The next Zhang Sanfeng? Bodhidharma?

Du Yuesheng didn't know this; he only knew that Chen Hongwu was someone he couldn't offend, and that he could only befriend him.

Chen Hongwu said calmly, "There's no need to say more; my mind is made up."

The moment Du Yuesheng met his gaze, he knew that once this man made a decision, he would not turn back.

He sighed: "The Shanghai branch of the Black Dragon Society is located at No. 37 Wusong Road, Hongkou District. Ostensibly, it is called 'Yamato Trading Company,' but in reality, it is a liaison station for the military."

Besides the Chinese employees of the trading company, there were several Japanese swordsmen and gunmen inside the hall. The exact numbers, even our Green Gang doesn't know.

Chen Hongwu nodded and started walking.

Street corner, dark alley entrance.

Lin Yuqing, her father, and her uncle huddled behind the wall, not daring to breathe.

They had just witnessed Chen Hongwu walk out of the Green Gang headquarters, and then saw Du Yuesheng leading a group of people to arrive. They respectfully clasped their hands and bowed, as if paying respects to an elder.

Lin Yuqing asked, "Is that Du Yuesheng at the door?"

My uncle nodded, swallowed hard, his eyes still glued to the alleyway outside.

Lin's father then asked, "Then...that corpse being carried in their hands...was it Huang Jinrong?"

My uncle nodded again, so hard that the veins on his neck bulged.

He slowly turned his eyes away from the alley and towards Lin Yuqing.

"Did you just call him... Chen Hongwu?" His voice was shaky.

Lin Yuqing nodded.

"Is that Chen Hongwu from the newspaper?"

Lin Yuqing nodded again.

My uncle's face turned a deep purplish-red. He stretched out his trembling hand, pointing at Lin Yuqing, the trembling intensifying with each point. Finally, he managed to squeeze out a hoarse Shanghai-accented phrase: "You little wench! Hands reaching out from a coffin! Why didn't you say so sooner? Huh? Are you trying to kill me?!"

Lin Yuqing glanced at him: "You didn't ask either."

My uncle was so angry he rolled his eyes. Leaning against the wall, he gasped for breath, his voice trembling, "I just cursed him... I called him a country bumpkin... I even... I cursed him right in front of him... My life was... I was lucky to escape with it..."

As he was talking, his legs suddenly gave way, and he slid down the wall.

A dark patch quickly seeped into his crotch, and steam rose gently in the cool morning air.

Lin Yuqing turned her head away in disgust and pulled her father back two steps.

In the distance, Chen Hongwu had already turned the corner and disappeared from sight.