Chapter 71: Unforeseen Death in Silent Calculation

  "There are many people around, and it's not very convenient to talk. Why don't we move to a private room and have a good chat?" Wang Chan's face changed again, now that the people upstairs had all gone down to the first floor hall. But before long, this place would be crowded with people, and if he didn't want to implicate Zhou Lin and his daughter, Wang Chan's hands were tied. He smiled slightly at Zhou Lin and Zhou Yahuan, like a gentle spring breeze, "It's getting late, this matter has nothing to do with you two, it's better for you both to go down early, so as not to keep Old Man Zhang waiting anxiously and wasting his thoughts."

  "The ear is the collection of Zen", Ah, Uncle Bo!

  "It's all right, you two staying here won't do any good either. Just listen to him and go down early! Today's attendees are all influential figures in the capital, and it's not good to be late." Before Zhou Lin and his daughter could finish speaking, Lei Feng had already pulled them over and dragged them directly to the staircase, "escorting" them downstairs.

  Things have developed to this point, and in fact, he has long since had nothing to do with Zhou Lin. He is just an ordinary person who will not be of any help to Wang Chan even if he stays behind. It's better for him to leave quickly and avoid adding chaos.

  "Alright, now that it's just us, let's go to the multi-functional hall upstairs and sit for a while!" Lei Feng immediately walked back, leading the way, directly up to the third floor, walking to the end of the corridor, pushing open a door, but it was a not-so-large, unrenovated conference room.

  A hand rested on Hong Changqing's shoulder, walking into the room together. Until now, Wang Chan still didn't show any intention of letting go of Hong Changqing. The cold light in his eyes remained as sharp as a knife, icy and stern. His shoulders and back formed a straight line, like a taut bowstring with an arrow ready to shoot.

  And this posture fell into the eyes of Shao Nanhua, who was following behind, and he didn't dare to get too close either. This Wang Chan is not like a normal "human" at all, speaking and doing things in a straightforward manner, without any compromise or tolerance, and in this situation, he would fight as soon as he spoke, without any consideration, simply being "reckless" to the extreme.

  She saw with her own eyes how Hong Changqing's two arms were broken in half like dry firewood, and Shao Nanhua believed from the bottom of her heart that if she made even a slight change here, causing the opponent to misunderstand and become dissatisfied, then Wang Chan would definitely take action against Hong Changqing without hesitation.

  "Shao Shifu, this guy is lawless and ruthless, he must not be allowed to escape."

  Just as Wang Chan followed Lei Feng into the room, Lin Yuanshan also deliberately slowed down his footsteps and walked alongside Shao Nanhu, who had a tense expression on her face. He had long regarded Wang Chan as a thorn in his side, and although he couldn't take action now due to his private agreement with Lei Feng, he had always hoped to use the power of the Hongmen to get rid of him. Otherwise, given Wang Chan's temperament, it was possible that one day he would come looking for trouble.

  Liu Lao San's Golden Sea Building, with security as tight as it is, and even hiring Russian mercenaries with real combat experience to protect it, was still killed by this person all the way, driving straight in. Lin Yuanfang can't imagine dying like Liu Lao San, unclear and unjustified. This Wang Chan staying behind must be a disaster.

  His eyes stared fixedly at Wang Chan's back, Lin Yuanfang's lips trembled slightly, making a sound like a mosquito buzzing, and he leaned in to ask Shao Nanhua beside him.

  "This young man's martial arts skills are incredibly high, I've never seen anything like it in my life. No wonder Tang Niu was killed by him. If we let him go, he'll be as free as a bird, and it will be difficult to kill him again!" After the brief exchange with Wang Chan earlier, Shao Nan Hua could still feel his hand trembling slightly, as if it had been burned by a hot iron, the pain was still throbbing. Clearly, Wang Chan's martial arts skills had already put him in a difficult position.

  "If so, then he can't be allowed to leave even more."

  Lin Yuanshan's face twisted with a sinister expression: "Master Shao, you're making a sneak attack. Are you confident? If you're willing to take action, I'll create an opportunity for you. It just so happens that there's no one around here, and it won't be difficult to deal with the aftermath of killing him."

  "If it's a test of martial arts skills, I'm definitely no match for him, and going up to fight would be suicidal. However, if we use hidden weapons, there might still be a glimmer of hope. If Master Lin can distract him from the front and split his attention, I'd have a 50% chance of taking him down." Shao Nanhua's lips moved slightly, and a sharp glint suddenly appeared in her eyes, as if she had been revitalized.

  "It's settled then. I'll go talk to him, get his attention, and when the time comes, don't show any mercy, must strike with precision, otherwise it will be like trying to kill a tiger without finishing it off, and suffer the consequences." Lin Yuanfang gritted his teeth, slowly squeezing out a sentence from his throat, then quickly walked forward. However, he also didn't dare get too close to Wang Chan at this time, so after entering the room, he circled around in a big arc and came to Lei Feng's side.

  Shao Nan-hua was the last to enter, and he quietly closed the door behind him with a reverse hand motion. He stood aside, silent, his eyes fixed intently on Wang Chan, but no one noticed that this American-Chinese master's fists, hanging loosely at his sides, were gradually taking on an unusual appearance.

  The muscles on his arm moved silently, and under the cover of the wide sleeves of his Tang suit, a needle tube about half an inch in diameter slipped quietly down from the left wrist of Shao Nan Hua and fell into the depths of his palm.

  This needle cylinder, from head to tail, is only about three inches long. The structure from top to bottom looks like a slightly thicker pen from the outside, but on one side of the tip of this "pen", seven small holes are exposed, and each hole has a faint blue glow.

  The State Guesthouse has always been a place to receive foreign dignitaries, and each separate building has extremely strict security measures. From the moment you step into the State Guesthouse, scanners in various areas are constantly running, and except for specially permitted and registered bodyguards, it is impossible for others to privately carry guns and knives or other lethal weapons inside.

  However, pens, being small items, are apparently not subject to these restrictions.

  The syringe in Shao Nanhua's hand was specially processed, with advanced craftsmanship and a color that was not much different from his clothes. At this time, he covered it with his palm, let alone when Wang Chan was facing sideways to Shao Nanhua, even if he was facing him directly, without careful observation, he wouldn't notice anything unusual.

  Few people know that this Shao Nan Hua, Master Shao, who has dozens of martial arts schools in the US and is a renowned grandmaster, actually excels most at the rear-attacking "hidden weapon" Ding Fu.

  The so-called "hidden weapon" refers to a type of weapon that is convenient for launching surprise attacks in the dark. Most are small and light, easy to carry, with sharp edges or points, can be thrown tens of meters away, fast and stealthy, equivalent to regular weapons. Examples include flying knives, flying needles, sleeve arrows, and slingshots. Practitioners of martial arts practice throwing hidden weapons, each with their own secret techniques, different schools have different methods, and when mastered, the power is great, at short distances, not much worse than modern bullets or handguns.

  The hidden weapons in Chinese martial arts reached their peak during the Qing dynasty, and many people who practiced martial arts used them. The most famous example is Huang San Tai, a "Golden Dart" who surrendered to the government during the Qing dynasty, whose specialty was flying darts. And this Shao Nan Hua's ancestor was also in the same line of business as Huang San Tai, doing the business of escorting and transporting goods with hidden weapons, and their family's unique hidden weapon was a tube of "Plum Blossom Sleeve Arrows" that could kill people within thirty steps after being shot.

  By the time of Shao Nan-hua, science and technology had advanced by leaps and bounds. Compared to two or three hundred years ago, it was a completely different story. Shao Nan-hua spent a lot of money and effort to find an expert in mechanical manufacturing to help him reform and upgrade the family's traditional "Plum Blossom Sleeve Arrow" into the current "Plum Blossom Needle Tube".

  Not only is the appearance more compact, it's only as big as a pen and has an internal spring made of special steel with greater elasticity, increasing the striking force by who knows how many times. Later, Shao Nan-hua found that the original needle tube could only shoot five times, which was too few, so he came up with another idea and added two more holes to it, making it look like a seven-star shape. From then on, it was known as the "Seven-Star Needle Tube".

  Lin Yuanfang knew that as long as Shao Nanhua brought out this move, Wang Chan would definitely be either dead or crippled today, and was destined to die with his eyes open.

  Sha Nanhua's boxing skills and Tang Niu's imitation of the upper and lower parts, so they can accompany Lin Yuanshan and Hong Changqing to attend the dinner party hosted by Zhang Lao Yezi. What Lin Yuanfang values is his hidden weapon skills that can kill people without a trace.

  Because before coming, Shao Nanhua had performed in front of him to dispel his worries, slightly raising his hand, and from a distance of 40 or 50 steps away, he could shoot through bulletproof glass that was even harder than ordinary steel plate, seven times, without a shadow.

  Whether in terms of accuracy or power, the seven-star needle gun of Beidou seems to be more difficult to defend against than a handgun.

  Moreover, Hong Changqing also told him that Shao Nanhuai's identity in the Hongmen was actually an assassin, and his business was to buy people's lives. From the beginning of his career until now, he had never had a record of failure.

  This Shao Nan-hua, Master Shao, although he has also made a name for himself as a great boxing master in the martial arts world, but in another small circle, the world's top ten killer rankings, he has been ranked in the top ten for seven consecutive years, and is known in the underground world as "Beidouzhisi, Qixingyaoming".

  His steel needle was only a little over an inch long, with three edges, as thin as cow hair. Within fifty steps, one press of the machine spring would pierce through the body, leaving a wound no bigger than a mosquito bite. The outside might show slight redness and swelling, but internally, it would already be a severe penetrating injury with massive bleeding. By the time the person realized something was wrong, it would be too late to rush them to the hospital for emergency treatment.

  It is indeed unpredictable when death will come.

  And this is precisely why Shao Nan knew that his fist skills and Wang Chan differed by a huge margin, yet he still had the confidence to kill him. In the past, martial arts were used for killing enemies and self-defense, but nowadays people who practice martial arts focus more on physical exercise and health preservation, losing most of their original functions. On the other hand, the profession of assassins has been passed down from ancient times and has never declined, instead becoming increasingly prosperous.

  A master of martial arts and boxing, a killer who is more terrifying than a simple warrior when it comes to taking lives.

  So, just as Wang Chan entered the room, Shao Nan-hua had already slipped the Seven Star Needle Tube, which was originally tied to her inner forearm, into the palm of her hand.

  "This Wang Chan's boxing technique is really too brilliant, even compared to the great masters of our Hongmen who have already passed away, it's still more powerful. At such a young age, I don't know how he practiced it. Next, if we can smoothly kill him, then everyone will be happy, but if not, and something unexpected happens, it's hard to end this matter. However, in all the years I've been in this profession, many skilled fighters have died at my hands, yet none of them could compare to him. If I can kill him, my ranking on the killer's leaderboard will at least move up two places."

  Shao Nanhua quietly shifted her feet and walked to a place where Wang Chan could see her, then stopped. Her eyes were fixed tightly on Wang Chan's hand pressing down on Hong Changqing's palm. Her back was slightly arched, and she didn't hide the hostile thoughts in her heart at all.

  And this move of his also explains the cleverness of Shao Nanhua. A martial artist practicing martial arts, with a clear understanding of the opponent's intentions, most dislikes having someone hiding behind their back, let alone Wang Chan, such a great master, whose senses are a hundred times more acute than ordinary people. If Shao Nanhua were to stand behind him or at an angle, it would be easy to arouse his vigilance and make it difficult to take action. It's better to face him directly, even if he sees you, it can dispel some of his defenses.

  At this time, both sides were already in a hostile state, so pretending to be calm was the biggest flaw. Therefore, when facing Wang Chan, Shao Nan-hua didn't need to hide his killing intent and aura at all. His back was arched like a bow, as if he were a leopard, making movements that seemed to suggest he could strike at any moment.

  This way, it is even more real and can deceive people's minds, making it easier to get things done.

  "Hmm!" He only felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. Hong Changqing, who was originally enduring the pain of his broken arm, suddenly let out a muffled groan and went soft in the legs, and was pressed down into a chair by Wang Chan. Just at that moment, even until now, he had indeed felt a terrifying killing aura from Wang Chan's body, which was close at hand, making his scalp numb. Therefore, after entering the third floor, he didn't dare to resist anymore, not even half a point.

  He was afraid that as soon as he spoke, King Wu Zetian would fly into a rage and immediately tear him apart, not killing him but peeling off three layers of skin.

  "Master Wang, don't be too extreme in your actions. Don't rush into things. I think it's better for everyone to sit down and talk this through slowly. Otherwise, if there's a life-threatening incident in the State Guesthouse, within half an hour, all the troops from the Beijing Garrison will be mobilized, and the entire city will be sealed off by land, sea, and air. Even if Master Wang is extremely powerful, he won't be able to escape. Why must everyone end up losing?"

  Lin Yuanshan's heart hid a mysterious trick, and as soon as he saw the people in the house, they fell into silence, no one spoke, so he had to come out and break the tranquility, haha laughed, he deliberately wanted to stir up the water, diverting Wang Chan's attention, and this time, his voice was really loud.

  At that moment, Lei Feng suddenly looked at him with a puzzled expression, his face thoughtful.