Chapter 73 Let him go and meet with Tang Niu

  Two loud noises, like heavy objects falling to the ground! One was Hong Changqing being thrown to the ground by Wang Chan's hand, his face purple, like a fish out of water, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, his gasping sounds like a broken windbox leaking air.

  One of them was Shao Nan-hua, who had just been kicked to death by Wang Chan and slammed into the wall behind him like a cannonball, as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. The entire room shook slightly. The white wall was splattered with colorful dyes, red with blood, white with brain matter, shattered bones piercing through skin and flesh, a crushed head spraying out large amounts of fresh blood like a fountain.

  In the Quan Jing, there is a saying "hitting people like hanging paintings", which refers to the fact that when a master of boxing techniques punches someone, the person flies away and hits the wall with their back, several feet off the ground, just like a painting hung on the wall. The force of the punch does not dissipate, so the person cannot fall to the ground.

  Wang Zhenfang, with a burst of anger, came forward with all his might, and with a swift and fierce movement, he raised his hand and struck out with a tiger's claw. Then, with a breath, he formed a sword like the ancient sword immortals who could spit out sword pellets, piercing through the enemy's hand. Next, with another swipe of his paw, he crushed Shao Nanhuas' skull, shattering his head, and with a kick of his tiger tail foot, like a cannonball, he sent Shao Nanhua's corpse flying tens of meters in the air, slamming into the wall, just like a painting of an immortal hanging on the wall.

  It wasn't until then that the corpse finally relaxed, falling to the ground with a loud thud. A large human-shaped pit was revealed on the wall, with shattered remains resembling a spider web. The scene was so brutal that everyone present couldn't help but gasp in unison, feeling as if a chill wind had swept through the spacious room, sending goosebumps the size of soybeans all over their bodies.

  Wang Chan's move was as swift as lightning, from the moment he sensed Shao Nan Hua's sinister intentions to now, after listening to Lei Feng's advice and throwing Hong Chang Qing to the ground, it all happened within two or three blinks of an eye.

  In an instant, Shao Nan-hua, the infamous killer of the overseas Hung Mun society and master of dozens of martial arts schools, was transformed from a living person into a pile of broken flesh, devoid of any vital signs.

  In fact, Shao Nan-hua knew in his heart that Wang Chan's boxing skills and martial arts were far superior to his own. Once they engaged in a fight, he feared that his fate would be the same as Tang Niu's - being beaten to death. However, having spent his life walking between light and darkness, living abroad, and not knowing how many masters he had secretly killed with his seven-star needle, Shao Nan-hua had earned a notorious reputation, yet he still didn't believe that he couldn't handle Wang Chan, who seemed almost defenseless.

  He intended to take Wang Chan's life to add glory to his own career as a killer, but he didn't expect that Wang Chan's fist was so spirited and transparent, lively and bright like a clear mirror, not even a speck of dust could be stained on it. As soon as he made a move, he was immediately detected by him.

  When facing someone like Wang Chan, losing the initiative and exposing oneself prematurely is equivalent to completely handing over one's life.

  Failed to steal a chicken and lost rice instead; failed to kill someone and got killed in return!

  An assassin who misses his target will have to pay a heavy price.

  Originally, with Shao Nanhua's skill and martial arts skills, he was also a master of internal family fist power, although far less than Wang Chan's ferocity and purity. However, in actual combat, combined with experience, adapting to changing circumstances, he could definitely exchange several rounds with Wang Chan without losing his life like this.

  It's all because of this person, with an impure heart and mind, being blinded by the seemingly effective dark techniques, causing their own fist skills to be hindered, losing their sharpness in the process. When a practitioner loses their sharpness, it's equivalent to having no hope for progress in their lifetime, lacking courage, and when facing others, they can't advance bravely, only thinking of self-preservation. In this way, their abilities are immediately halved, how can they still resist against Wang Chan?

  Moreover, this time Wang Chan was unable to dodge the seven-star needles that were shot at close range and were much faster than bullets. Several steel needles pierced his flesh, making Wang Chan furious, and he pounced down, even using his sword-qi technique, which showed how deeply he hated Shao Nanhua.

  Wang Chan's physical strength was robust, and his internal and external skills had almost reached the peak. He also practiced the Wudang Neigong Great Toad Qi of Gan Fengchi's handwritten book, making his five organs and six viscera extremely resilient. Once he released his inner true energy, within two meters, his breath was like an arrow, not a bit weaker than the strong bows and crossbows shooting out arrows. If someone were to be hit by his breath head-on, they would immediately become a hole.

  Although Wang Chan had never shown his skills in a fight before, he was injured for the first time in over 20 years today. If it weren't for his unique horizontal training method and daily practice with butter to temper his body, he might have been killed by Shao Nanhua earlier, shot through the heart. How could this not enrage him? He then attacked fiercely, using all his strength, bursting Shao Nanhua's head but still not satisfied. With another kick, he sent him flying and "hanging" on the wall.

  Two muffled sounds echoed in the room, and the scene before my eyes was like a reflection of the eighteen layers of hell. The few people in the house had different expressions. Lei Feng was slightly better off, after all, he had been a soldier for many years and had often carried out various dangerous tasks after entering the National Security Bureau, so he had seen many dead bodies, although his face was pale, he could still bear it.

  Kan Lin, the young master from a distant land, was originally just a spoiled rich kid. Although he had a deep and complex personality, he always looked down on others. He had never seen such a tragic scene before. Just a moment ago, the person was still alive and well, speaking in a low voice with him. Now, they had turned into a pile of rotten flesh, soaked in fresh blood, with half their head gone. At just one glance, Kan Lin's legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground, vomiting uncontrollably, as if he wanted to throw up his internal organs before stopping.

  Taking a deep breath, Wang Chan suddenly loosened his grip on Hong Changqing. With a sudden shake of his body, from inside to outside, from top to bottom, there was a loud cracking sound, and the limbs, shoulders, back, waist, and hips all seemed to have a burst of energy rolling up, whooshing out, blowing away the dust and dirt around him.

  At this moment, Wang Chan's body shook like a great roc shaking its wings, and the golden rooster shook its feathers. In an instant, the surging blood that had rushed forth in anger dispersed, and his facial expression changed in an instant. From a fierce and formidable figure with a killing aura, whose every move seemed to take lives, he transformed back into a young man with clear eyes and a robust demeanor, with a hint of elegance and refinement.

  Wang Chan was not angry at the time, his heart and air were calm, except for a pair of clear eyes that saw through to the bottom, like a child's, everything else was no different from ordinary people. But this image of him, coming and going, changed too suddenly, it was really too abrupt, falling in Lei Feng and Lin Yuanfang's eyes, on the contrary, they felt even more that their brains were blowing wind, their backs were cool, a cold air cooled from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.

  It wasn't anything else, just because at that moment Wang Chan was standing there, with one hand covered in blood and brains, sticky and gooey. Not far away, the corpse of Shao Nan Hua was almost unrecognizable. The pungent smell of blood and gore wafted over, making Wang Chan look like a demon who had just escaped from hell.

  Even if Lei Feng had seen many dead people before, the number of people he killed with his own hands was not small, but when facing Wang Chan, who was so fierce and ruthless, coming and going in an instant, like a shrinking earth, spitting white light, as soon as they met, he would pinch someone's head like a rotten watermelon, and then kick them flying to hang on the wall, hitting them until their bones were all broken, bleeding like a river.

  Moreover, Wang Chan acted too quickly. When Shao Nan-hua died unjustly and Lei Feng spoke out to stop Wang Chan from killing Hong Chang-qing, Lei Feng was also perplexed, not knowing why Wang Chan suddenly revealed his ferocity and wanted to kill the innocent Shao Nan-hua who had not provoked him.

  Is it intentional to kill the chicken and scare the monkey, intimidating Lin Yuanfang and Hong Changqing? But his next action was clearly intended to kill Hong Changqing as well. The expression on his face was absolutely not fake, even if he was pretending, the thick, almost palpable killing intent emanating from Wang Chan's body would never deceive Lei Feng, who had also experienced life-and-death struggles.

  This Wang Chan doesn't easily take action, but when he does, it's always fatal! Think about it, from the day he came out of the mountains to now, it's only been a few days, and yet how many lives have already perished at his hands! Although those people may not all be innocent victims, Wang Chan's ferocity is just like that of a wild beast, making him impossible to reason with.

  Because Lei Ting didn't see Shao Nan Hua's sneak attack, and was really afraid that he would make a big mess, he rushed downstairs to where the politicians were gathered. He started killing wildly, slaughtering everyone in sight. Just as Wang Chan was about to kill Hong Chang Qing, Lei Ting shouted loudly, revealing the pros and cons of the situation.

  The goal is to redirect things back on track, to eliminate all the unsafe factors brought by Wang Chan as much as possible while they are still in their infancy. At least for tonight, he absolutely cannot let Wang Chan lose his "rationality".

  "Wang Chan, you mustn't be impulsive!"

  After King Chan swallowed and spat out several times, he also suppressed all his anger.

  He also knew that this place was not ordinary, but a key location in the imperial city. If something really happened, it would be a small matter to implicate Zhou Lin and his daughter who lived downstairs. What he feared was that when the time came, the whole country would be shaken, and the entire national machinery would be mobilized to make things difficult for him. At that time, even if he were lucky enough to escape with his life, it would still be impossible for him to stay in the capital.

  Who would want to leave their hometown and travel to a foreign country unless absolutely necessary?!!

  "Am I impulsive?" Seeing Lei Feng waving his hand at himself with a look of anxiety on his face, Wang Chan suddenly smiled coldly: "You guys say you want to sit down and talk with me openly, but behind my back, you're secretly plotting against me. What a formidable hidden weapon! Unfortunately, someone's body is as hard as iron, and it's this fool who's disappointed."

  Wang Chan spoke with his mouth, but both hands stretched forward and shook towards Lei Feng.

  Following his line of sight, Lei Feng took a look and saw that on Wang Chan's two small arms, six thin steel needles were inserted, like cow hair. These steel needles now only exposed less than half an inch in the air, and it was unknown how deep they had pierced into Wang Chan's flesh. Lei Feng himself was a master who had practiced Wudang's first hard qigong iron shirt to its peak, and not long ago he had exchanged blows with Wang Chan, so naturally he knew how terrifying Wang Chan's horizontal stir-fry skill was. However, these six steel needles were able to penetrate Wang Chan's skin as hard as iron, causing him to suffer a great loss. Just by looking at it, one could also guess the magnitude of the force of these hidden steel needles.

  "No wonder Wang Chan suddenly went mad and killed Shao Nanhua without saying a word. It turns out that Shao Nanhua had attacked him first!" Lei Feng's eyes scanned the area, and he immediately spotted the seven-star needle tube that Shao Nanhua had dropped on the ground earlier. He walked over to pick it up, examining it carefully, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

  They were originally responsible for defending national security, gathering intelligence from abroad, and espionage was their old business. Of course, they are not unfamiliar with the so-called killer rankings in the international community, and they have extremely detailed information. Therefore, although Ji Feng did not know that Shao Nan Hua's identity was a "killer" cultivated by the Hongmen, he was already familiar with his unique hidden weapon, the "Plum Blossom Needle Tube", and had a deep impression of it. Now, as soon as he saw the needle tube in his hand, how could he not guess Shao Nan Hua's identity?

  "Beidou dies, the Seven Stars take lives! What a wonderful Shao Nan-hua, Master Shao. The seventh-ranked Beidou Qixing on the killer ranking list turned out to be a killer cultivated by your Hongmen. If I'm not mistaken, Cai Xiangbei, one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong two years ago, died from this hidden weapon, and last year's Singaporean tycoon Li Zongzheng, as well as Huabiao Wantingxue who returned to China, these cases were also his doing!"

  Suddenly, Lei Feng raised his head, his face as calm as water, his eyes fixed on Hong Changqing who was lying limp on the ground: "Mr. Hong, I think it's necessary for you to go with me to the National Security Bureau to clarify this matter. The Hongmen Zhi Gong Tang has always had a good cooperative relationship with the country, and I don't want to cause suspicion because of this incident."

  He then nodded towards Wang Chan and said, "Wang Chan, I didn't know they were plotting against you earlier. If you want to resolve the grudge between you and the Hongmen, it's best not to act alone. Why don't you listen to my proposal?"

  Although they both came from a humble background and had the mighty Mount Tai behind them, Lei Feng and Lin Yuanfang were two completely different types of people. He could mobilize troops to surround and annihilate Wang Chan, this kind of thing he might still be able to do, after all as a member of the privileged class, he wouldn't discuss any rules with Wang Chan, but to secretly harm someone, this kind of thing he would resolutely not do. Unlike Lin Yuanfang, who was a real scoundrel that would stop at nothing until his goal was achieved.

  Moreover, what Wang Chan said earlier was indeed frightening. Most importantly, he couldn't defeat Wang Chan and couldn't stop him either. Adding to that, Wang Chan was someone he personally brought to the State Guest House, so if anything happened, he would be the first to bear responsibility. If things went wrong, the entire Lei family would be implicated.

  "What a ruthless Wang Chan, indeed he is cruel and merciless!"

  Suddenly, a voice came over, and it was Hong Changqing on the ground. At this time, he finally caught his breath, shook his head, gritted his teeth, and got up from the ground with shaking arms, swaying back and forth, although still in great pain, but in front of Wang Chan, he insisted on not losing face.

  Just now he was choked by Wang Chan, his feet were off the ground, suspended in mid-air. He clearly felt a breath of death from Wang Chan's body. In his heart, if it wasn't for Lei Feng speaking in time, he would have been dead by now.

  This Wang Chan really doesn't care about the massive Hongmen forces behind him!!

  The venom in his eyes seemed to have already burst out of its shell, Hong Changqing stared at Wang Chan with a single word.

  Like a sudden burst of thunder, the words came out. Immediately, he turned to Shao Nan-hua's factory and said in a loud voice: "This is where the matter comes from, Shao Nan-hua is indeed a member of the Hongmen, but there are hundreds of millions of Hongmen brothers all over the world, it's inevitable that there will be good and bad people among them. This matter of Shao Nan-hua, we Hongmen know nothing about it. No matter how many people he killed, it was his own business, and had nothing to do with the Hongmen. Moreover, now that he has been beaten to death by Wang Chan, there is no need to pursue the past matters. I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly when I return, please rest assured, Lei Shao, the Hongmen does not want to lose your friendship, so we will certainly give you an explanation."

  "Mr. Hong is right!" Lin Yuanfang pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and also came over, but he had just vomited and was feeling weak all over, and even looking at Wang Chan made his scalp tingle. He spoke while deliberately hiding behind Lei Feng, not daring to get too close to Wang Chan. "Since Mr. Hong has said so, we should give him some face. After all, people's hearts are unpredictable, and it's not uncommon for things to be misunderstood. The person is already dead, and pursuing the matter further won't make much sense. Why don't we just discuss the issues between Wang Shifu and the Hongmen? How should they be resolved? This life-and-death duel business - I've only seen it in novels before, but not in real life. It'll be a good opportunity to open my eyes."

  Lin Yuanfang spoke with a weak tone, but his eyes flashed with extreme ferocity for an instant. He had no particular relationship with Shao Nanhua, and her death didn't matter to him. However, Lin Yuanfang had always harbored deep hatred towards Wang Chan in his heart, repeatedly attempting to kill him to eliminate future troubles, only to be thwarted each time as Wang escaped unscathed. This time was the closest he came to success, but it only resulted in Wang Chan suffering minor flesh wounds.

  "Damn it, this Southern Hu's thing, a dead ghost, how come I didn't think of applying poison to the hidden weapon at first, seeing blood and sealing the throat, wouldn't that be a great joy for everyone!"

  Again, in his heart, he silently cursed Shao Nanhua, who would not even leave a complete corpse behind. Lin Yuanfang also knew at this time that he could no longer remain silent, allowing Lei Feng to grasp Hong Changqing's weakness and not let go, otherwise, it might stir up more trouble.

  Especially the cases mentioned by Lei Feng just now, he was actually involved in all of them and couldn't shake off his connection.

  "This Wang Chan is really too formidable, even the Seven Star Needle can't kill him, could it be that his flesh and skin are all made of iron? Forget it, let's first calm down Lei Feng, then communicate with the Hongmen, I think Tang Jie, as one of the elders of the Hongmen General Hall, must have many high-ranking experts at his disposal, let them come to fight to the death, when the time comes, I want to see Wang Chan being cut into a thousand pieces."

  Lin Yuanfang was really afraid of Wang Chan in his heart, although he couldn't wait for him to die early, but being in the same room with him didn't dare to have any intention of offending him at all. After all, Wang Chan had a lot of previous convictions and killed people without any scruples.

  "Well, since that's the case, then you can tell me, what is this life-and-death struggle of your Hung Men? Wang Chan suddenly smiled at Lin Yuanfang, scaring him so much that his face turned white and he shivered all over."

  In the old rivers and lakes, complex and complicated, with endless gratitude and resentment. Later on, in order to resolve disputes, someone proposed to engage in a "life-and-death duel". Beforehand, they would sign a "life-and-death contract" stating that if one were killed or injured during the fight, it would not concern others and there would be no further pursuit of the matter afterwards.

  Wang Chan also knew from Lao Ye Zi's narration that during the Republic of China era, life-and-death fights were a common occurrence.

  People who practice martial arts have a straightforward and hot temper, cannot bear humiliation, as soon as they encounter something that doesn't go their way, they immediately draw swords and guns, and once they move, people's lives are injured. The grudges caused by this often extend to the third generation afterwards. After a long time, even right and wrong can't be distinguished clearly. Therefore, in the past, those who practiced martial arts didn't distinguish between right and wrong, as soon as there was a dispute, they would solve it through a duel on the arena.

  It's reasonable for something as big as a fist!

  "This is simple, Master Wang, since you killed Tang Niu in the martial arts competition, let's have another match. At that time, both sides will agree on a time and place, and then the Hung Men will nominate another master to sign a life-and-death contract with you, and we'll see who wins or loses on the arena. However, the Hung Men disciples are all over the world, and there are many masters among them, but I don't know if Master Wang dares to fight them?"

  "So you're saying that I should have another fight with the Hung Men, and if I win, all past grievances will be written off and they won't bother me again?" Wang Chan gave Lin Yuanfang a cold glance, his eyes flashing with icy light, sharp as a knife. "Can you represent the Hung Men?"

  "No, no, no, I'm not a member of the Hongmen, how can it be my turn to take charge?" Lin Yuanfang's body leaned back slightly, his eyes flickering uncertainly: "The proposal just now was made by Lei Shaofeng, I just thought it made sense and casually brought it up again. Of course, the decision is still up to Mr. Hong himself."

  "This matter is confidential, I also can't make a decision! I need to ask for instructions first, Tang Jie Shou Tang Chang Lao." Hong Chang nodded.

  Wang Chan's eyes narrowed again, and Lei Feng hurriedly took out his mobile phone and handed it to Lin Yuanfang, asking him to help Hong Changqing dial a number in Tanshanshan and put it to his ear.

  After waiting for a while, a hoarse and tired voice came from the other end of the phone. Hong Changqing turned his head to glance at Wang Chan, then signaled Lin Yuanfang to take the phone and walk to one side with him. The rules of the Hongmen were extremely strict, and even someone like Hong Changqing, who had become a big shot in the organization, did not dare to break them, so the voice during the call was very low.

  It wasn't until half past the hour that Hong Changqing walked back and said to Wang Chan, "Tang Zhanglao has agreed to have a life-and-death duel with you. However, the time and place will be decided by us, and it won't be anytime soon. Tang Zhanglao wants to make this life-and-death duel a big event. He wants to announce it to the world first, inviting all the famous martial artists to attend in person. He says he really wants to see your dying face, and he wants to use cameras to take pictures of it every day to satisfy his deep hatred.

  "You, Old Master Tang, are not young anymore, and your beloved grandson is anxious, which is understandable. However, my life is mine to control, and you can't make decisions for me. If he's willing, I'd be happy to personally escort him on his way to meet Tang Niu." Wang Chan cracked a smile, his laughter sending shivers down the spine.

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