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Chapter 133 Wanhua Escort Agency
Wanhua Escort Agency.

The signboard, over a century old, originally meant "all nations come to pay tribute."

In the last few decades, many countries have indeed come to China, but it was all an invasion of China, which is quite ironic.

Wanhua Escort Agency is a long-established escort agency in Fengtian City. Most of its disciples are quite skilled, and it has many martial arts masters from all over the country.

However, it has declined in recent years, and the escort agency business can no longer be done.

Everywhere you look there are foreign guns and cannons. I've done ten escort missions before, clearing out a route. The bandits along the way give me some face, and I can get rid of trouble by spending some money.

But things are different now. Bandits come up the mountain every day, and the leader of the mountain stronghold changes every few days.

If you pay to pass through a village today, they won't recognize you the next time you come.

If I ask you, you'll find out you're the previous boss's connection. I'll be lucky if they don't give you a few shots; you'll have to pay me double!

As a result, the escort business is basically impossible to do.

However, they can still do some guarding and bodyguarding work, which is only enough to make ends meet.

The escort agency business is finally coming to an end.

However, as a liaison point for the martial arts world, Wanhua Escort Agency could not be withdrawn no matter how dire its situation. It was a thorn in the side, planted in Fengtian, monitoring the movements of all parties and transmitting messages at any time.

A few days ago, messages arrived in Tianjin and Foshan one day apart.

During this period, many martial arts practitioners came to visit.

On the one hand, the Sino-Japanese martial arts tournament is about to begin, and many boxers from the south and the interior have arrived to participate.

Too many major events had occurred in Fengtian, overshadowing the brilliance of the martial arts tournament.

In fact, this matter has spread widely in the martial arts world. Although the coastal areas of Guangdong and Guangxi are too far away to be affected, most martial arts masters in Hebei, Shandong and Henan in the north know about it.

Moreover, their willingness to participate is very high.

Ma San betrayed his master and ancestors. Although he is now dead, he was still alive when the news of the martial arts competition was spread. Gong Baotian still held a high position in the martial arts world of the north, so many people wanted to help Gong Baotian teach his disciple a lesson.

Of course, striving for fame and fortune is also one of the goals.

Martial artists value their reputation above all else; it's more important than life itself. Unless they're extremely wealthy, unknown individuals simply can't survive.

How do I open a martial arts school and teach apprentices? How do I escort goods and act as a guarantor?

If you're not famous, who's going to hire you?

Therefore, when martial arts masters from both the north and south gathered in Fengtian, they naturally wanted to stick together and visit each other.

But the Gong family refused to receive guests.

Gong Ruomei has taken action against all the martial arts schools and security escort agencies, and is now staying at her mansion, refusing to see any visitors.

They also do not receive these martial arts practitioners.

Of course, challenging someone is allowed, but it's not a joke. It can easily result in broken bones, and injuries or even death are common.

During this period, Gong Ruomei injured dozens of small-scale martial arts practitioners who wanted to make a name for themselves, so no one dared to provoke her anymore.

Everyone in the martial arts world thought Gong Ruomei had gone mad.

They won't see anyone, no matter how close they are; they don't want to stay in Fengtian or the martial arts world of the North.

They were right; it was indeed the case.
Since the Gong family wouldn't let them in, the Wanhua Escort Agency became quite lively. The Martial Arts School was composed of various sects and factions that united to strengthen their bodies and repel invaders.

However, after Li Cunyi's death, the martial arts school existed in name only, and the place became a mixed bag, with many people leaving.

The rest of them used the name of the martial arts sect to make a living, and that was fine; no one criticized them.

But some went even further, using the name to swindle and cheat. These scoundrels who roamed the underworld could make a living anywhere by waving a big flag.

When Chen Zhan went to Jingwu School before, many people there were just there to freeload and had no intention of putting in any effort.

When asked who dared to go on stage, they all backed away.

Wanhua Escort Agency is now in a similar situation.

Overcrowded.

Ye Ningzhen saw the martial arts sect's secret code on the street yesterday. Today, she had just arrived nearby and thought she had gone to the wrong place and entered the bustling city. But when she looked at the sign again, she realized that she had gone to the right place.
The Wanhua Escort Agency has become the Wanhua Vegetable Market.

Although the escort agency wasn't doing well, it had a large premises, with front and back courtyards, a training ground, an armory, and three courtyards in total. There was no one watching at the entrance, and with the door half-open, the source of the commotion was already visible.

Two men were testing their strength, each with a large stone lock in front of them, which looked to weigh at least a hundred pounds.

Both men gripped the stone lock with one hand, suspended in mid-air, veins bulging on their foreheads.

It's clear that the stalemate has been going on for a while.

"Come on, Brother Zhou, is your Eagle Claw Sect afraid of grabbing stone locks? Let's outlast him!"

"Exactly, why should we be afraid of him!"

The people around him cheered, and one of the men, holding the stone lock with one arm, withdrew two fingers, leaving only three fingers, but still held on firmly.

"Good! Good! Well done!"

"Brother Zhou, you can hold up the sky with three fingers. Brother Zhao, if you can't do it, then admit defeat."

The man opposite seemed unwilling to admit defeat. He slowly withdrew two fingers, and just as he was about to withdraw another, "clang!" His fingers lost their grip, and the stone lock fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, I lost, I lost."

Laugh out loud.

For martial arts practitioners to spar without causing injury, the only way is to compare endurance and explosive power.

It's rare to see so many disciples from other sects, and they're all around the same age.

A group of young people are getting together and having a lot of fun.

This

Some people were also "lending a hand".

When it comes to "partnering hands," it refers to martial arts masters with more advanced boxing skills. Disciples at the Ming Jin stage are not qualified to engage in hand-to-hand combat; they only compete in strength.

"Hand-to-hand combat" is a sophisticated sparring technique that allows one to discern the skill level of each other without causing injury.

Of course, boxers of similar skill levels cannot determine a winner when they spar.

Ye Ningzhen walked into the courtyard. On the right side of the field, two middle-aged men were holding hands, their hands clasped together, their movements slow. Several disciples stared intently at them.

A moment later, the middle-aged man in blue took two steps back, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Master Zheng's hidden strength is superb; I humbly admit defeat."

Ye Ningzhen glanced around but didn't see anyone she knew.

She walked straight inside. Some people saw her, glanced at her curiously, and made a few soft exclamations, but they didn't know her and didn't dare to go up and talk to her.

Very few women practice martial arts, and given her exceptional looks and demeanor, it's hard for her not to attract attention.

She walked straight to the inner courtyard, where there were still many people chatting, drinking tea and water, and many others sitting on the ground. Ye Ningzhen frowned as she watched.

Most of these people don't have any real skills; they're just there to make a living, and they're probably just waiting for their meals to start.

There were guards at the entrance of the main house in the inner courtyard. When Ye Ningzhen walked straight in, her extraordinary demeanor was immediately apparent.

"Who are you looking for, girl?"

Ye Ningzhen looked at the two of them. They were not very old, but their breathing was quite steady, indicating that they had some skill in stance training.

"Golden palaces and jade halls, the seas and rivers are clear."

Upon hearing the code, the two boys' pupils contracted, and they immediately clasped their hands in greeting, saying, "Please come in."

Ye Ningzhen walked in by herself, and someone behind her called out, "Hey, how can she go in? Why aren't we letting her in?"

"Heh, who are they, and who are you? It's good enough that you're allowed to stay here."

"Hmph, just because of his status, he might not be as skilled as a man."

The two young gatekeepers glanced at the man sideways, too lazy to say anything.

The room wasn't big. After entering, Ye Ningzhen saw the person she was looking for, as well as two acquaintances.

The people inside were drinking tea and chatting.

Upon seeing her, the two were quite surprised, never expecting to meet an old friend in a foreign land.

(End of this chapter)