Chapter Fifty-Four: Retribution in This Life

  Wang Chan and Zhang Daocheng were both martial arts masters, with keen senses that differed from ordinary people. One was young but had rich combat experience, while the other was older, with a wealth of life experience and maturity. As soon as they heard footsteps outside the gate, they immediately conjured up an image in their minds that was almost identical to reality.

  Speculation and reality are almost identical!

  Zhang Daocheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he swiftly reached out to grab the Tian Gang stone from Wang Chan's hand. He then took a fierce leap backward, his body agile like a large monkey in the mountains. One foot landed on the bed, and with the next step, he arrived at the window sill.

  This old man is almost seventy years old, but his movements are still incredibly fast. As soon as he feels something is wrong, he immediately occupies a favorable position and prepares to jump out of the way at any moment.

  Although this is the 18th floor of Jinhai Building, dozens of meters high from the ground, Zhang Daocheng was not stupid enough to jump straight down to the ground. With his skills, as long as he broke the window and jumped out, he could grab the balcony of any floor below with one hand and flip in.

  "This old man is quite careful with his life, the people who came to the door, there are three footsteps consistent, coordinated movements, either retired soldiers or Liu Lao San's hired foreign mercenaries, and one of them is on tiptoes, light and agile, like a white crane, should be a practitioner of White Crane Fist, a master!"

  Wang Zhanren was snatched the Tian Gang stone from his hand by Zhang Daosheng, but he didn't care, only a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to jump out of the window like Zhang Daosheng. However, just as he was about to make his move, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye - the large door in the outer living room had been pushed open by someone, revealing a small gap.

  A figure flashed in, brushing past him with a speed so fast it was almost invisible. With his feet barely touching the ground, he took over ten steps at once, his hands spread wide as if a pair of wings had grown out from behind his back.

  And this figure flashed into the house, immediately shaking his hand towards Wang Chan's room, with a "pa" sound, shooting out a bullet.

  This man was still in mid-air, his feet had not yet touched the ground, and he was also more than a dozen meters away from Wang Chan's room, but his speed of shooting and accuracy were simply unbelievable.

  Fortunately, Wang Chan at the door saw an opportunity and quickly moved his body. With a backhand slap, he closed the door and at the same time, he plunged forward, shrinking into a ball and rolling wildly on the ground.

  "Bang!" A loud noise entered the ears, and in the midst of busyness, Wang Chan looked up to see that the door he had closed was now broken open with a fist-sized hole. It's unknown what kind of handgun the person who rushed in used, but its power was so great that it could penetrate three-inch thick solid wood boards.

  Then came the sound of gunfire, and through the holes in the door, three men with slicked-back hair, all about the same height, wearing Sun Yat-sen suits, burst into the room. Each held a large black handgun, rushing forward while firing wildly at the door, shooting it full of holes until it resembled a sieve.

  "Uh!" A low hum came, and Wang Chan saw that on the back of Zhang Daocheng's old Taoist robe, a high splash of blood burst out, and his body, which was using force towards the window, suddenly shook.

  The door was then smashed to pieces, almost broken in two from the middle, and several bullets shot in unimpeded, directly piercing Zhang Daocheng's back, with large arrows of blood spurting out.

  The old Taoist exerted his last ounce of strength and fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on Wang Chan's body for a moment before he died.

  Poor Zhang Daocheng, he traveled thousands of miles from Donghai Cliff Mountain to get here, and just got the Tian Gang stone he had been dreaming of from Wang Chan's hands, only to be killed by a stray bullet, what a tragic death.

  "What kind of gun is this? How can its power be so great? If the handgun in Sun Changfeng's hand had such power that day, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived to this day either... Martial arts really are declining..." Watching Zhang Daocheng die before his eyes, Wang Chan suddenly felt a sense of sorrow and regret, as if he himself had been shot by that handgun.

  The power of such firearms is really too great, three or five people together, shooting randomly, no matter how many years of martial arts you have practiced, what kind of boxing master, in the end it's hard to avoid death.

  It was just like when the founder of the Programme Eight Gossip Palm, Cheng Tinghua, and the Xingyiquan master, Xue Dian, were forced to a desperate situation and shot with guns. Although Wang Chan practiced the Thirteen Taibao Cross Training, which made him immune to knives and guns, his body was not entirely made of iron, and he could only withstand so many nails. If he were really surrounded by these people in the house, his fate would be sealed, and there would be no way for him to escape alive.

  "Wang Chan, you've injured my disciple! Where are you going? Leave your life behind and let's talk!"

  With a loud shout, the door burst open and fell to the ground. The first person to rush in was none other than the middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit, who was Lin Yuanshan's subordinate and was respectfully referred to as "Gao Lao". He was also the master of the two brothers, Gaoli and Shuang, who were injured by Wang Chan in the Red Sleeve Forest.

  And this person was also a famous boxer in the southern coastal area, with disciples all over the country and abroad. He specialized in Wing Chun White Crane Fist, his movements were swift and fierce, he was a top-notch master.

  Just then, Zhang Daocheng in the house was shot dead by his own side's chaotic gunfire. The old man feared that Wang Chan would take advantage of the opportunity to slip away and hurriedly shouted loudly, rushing ahead of three companions behind him, kicking open the door of the inner room.

  He led the way, rushing into the house and blocking the door, immediately making a very serious mistake that put himself in danger.

  At this time, Wang Chan knew that he couldn't turn around and leave again, as it was already too late. Unlike Zhang Daocheng, who chose to escape through the window, Wang Chan's body suddenly sprang up like a giant centipede from the ground, sidestepped, and rushed out of the room with a distance of seven or eight steps in one stride. With his body leaning forward and crouching in mid-air, he concentrated his strength on his shoulders and suddenly crashed into Gao Lao's chest with lightning speed.

  And all this series of changes was just a blink of an eye, and the time for exhalation had not yet passed.

  The old man who thought he had a winning hand was plunged into crisis!

  Reap what you have sown!

  Wang Chan's sudden pounce is called "Hungry Tiger Pounces on Prey". The shoulder strike is a killing move from the Bajiquan style, known as "Tie Shan Kao". In this swift and powerful movement, his entire body is fully integrated, with his spine acting as the central axis to drive all movements. His speed and momentum are like a heavily loaded truck speeding down the highway with failed brakes.

  Trucks with a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour on the highway, the huge body brings up the strong wind that can make people stop breathing, the impact force, all small cars will become like iron cakes.

  It was as if Wang Chan had suddenly pounced, like a starving tiger with eyes glowing red at the sight of prey, his speed was so fast that he had used up all his strength, extreme impact, within the short distance of seven or eight steps, the sound of his body colliding with the air was like thunder, rumbling and exploding, almost indistinguishable from a heavy truck's close-range charge.

  Although Gao Lao had fully estimated the ferocity of Wang Chan, when he actually faced him, he found that he still greatly underestimated his opponent's strength. With one pounce from Wang Chan, a bloody wind burst forth, and his speed was so fast that Gao Lao didn't even have the chance to raise his gun and fire.

  In the midst of a flurry, he let out a loud shout, and the golden carp leapt out of the water. He stomped his foot on the ground, but unfortunately, it landed on the carpet, which was torn apart. He desperately retreated backwards, only to collide with three companions who had just caught up from behind. The four of them fell to the ground in a heap, their faces turned upwards, and they lay there in disarray.

  Never thought that Gao Lao could dodge his attack, Wang Chan was unable to stop his footsteps and couldn't turn back. Otherwise, with his skills, he would have taken advantage of the opportunity to kill all four people who were thrown to the ground with just three punches and two kicks, not a single one would be left alive.

  So when the four old men fell into a heap, Wang Chan also lost his balance and crashed heavily into the wall beside the door.

  Rumble!

  Right away! The wall on one side of the room was struck by Wang Chan's shoulder, and a human-sized hole was instantly smashed out. For a moment, bricks, steel bars, and concrete flew everywhere.

  Wang Chanren had directly crashed into a room next door.

  At the same time, the four old men who fell outside the house also got up. The three men in Sun Yat-sen suits, who were indeed elite warriors trained in rigorous military training, stood up quickly, although not as fast as Gao Lao. As they rose and rolled over, their guns fired rapidly - "pa pa pa pa". One of them fired four shots in a row, weaving the broken doors in front of several people into a piece of "firelight".

  If Wang Chan had pursued his victory at this time, he would have been beaten like a beehive.

  Gao Lao was both ashamed and angry, and as soon as he got up from the ground, he saw Wang Chan's head crash into the wall, creating a big hole. He hastily rushed forward, dashing into the house, and then chased after him to the next room. As soon as he entered, he saw that the door was slightly ajar, and Wang Chan's back flashed by.

  In his heart, he was extremely resentful of Wang Chan. When Gao Lao saw Wang Chan's figure, he didn't wait for the other three companions behind him and immediately followed suit, chasing after him. He then saw Wang Chan's figure flash again in the presidential suite where he had entered earlier. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he loudly shouted, "Not good! We've been deceived!"

  When he finally caught up to the Presidential Suite, he saw his three companions with guns inside the room. They were yelling and screaming as Wang Zhen flew in from behind and punched each of them in the back, piercing their chests, breaking their spines, and staining the floor with blood.

  "This time, I've taken advantage of you, but I don't owe you anything. These three people are your interest, and there's one more to be repaid later! I hope that when you go down, you'll rest in peace and reincarnate again!" With a crash, Wang Chan burst into the adjacent room, but surprisingly, he didn't break the window and escape immediately. Instead, he grabbed Old Gao's nose and took him on a big circle around the two rooms on the 18th floor.

  He turned around and killed those three middle-aged men who had just stood up from the ground with one breath.

  These people, although physically fit and having received strict military training, compared to Wang Chan Yi, if they couldn't shoot with a gun, were like children with no strength to bind a chicken, one punch each, all finished.

  With a swift movement, Wang Chan rushed into Zhang Daocheng's room, gently wiping his eyelids with his hand, causing him to close his eyes. He then took the Tian Gang stone that he had been tightly grasping in his palm and put it around his neck. Turning his head, he saw the old man who had been tricked by him rushing in like a monkey, followed by over a dozen fully armed security guards from Jin Hai Building.

  He let out two sinister chuckles and flipped his body backwards, leaping into the darkness of the night outside.

  Gao Lao took three steps, two steps, and chased to the window. He lowered his head and looked down, only to see that Wang Chan had already transformed into a long-armed ape-like creature, quickly jumping from one balcony to another, falling down layer by layer. In just over a dozen ups and downs, he had already landed on the ground in front of Jin Hai Lou.

  He stretched out his hand towards the old man, shook it vigorously, and then made a slashing motion across his own neck with his palm, as if slitting his throat. He mimed beheading himself without saying a word. Before the security guards could appear at the window and fire their guns, he had already darted into the rain like a cheetah, vanishing from sight in an instant.

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