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Chapter 134 He's my man!
The two were Huo Diange of the Sanwu Martial Arts Academy and his eldest disciple Zhao Yuting.

Bajiquan has been operating in Tianjin for many years and is also part of the martial arts community, so naturally it has dealings with Ye Ningzhen, the head manager of Jinlou.

They even had some connection with their ancestors.

In his youth, Li Shuwen wielded considerable power and possessed exceptional martial arts skills. He maintained close relationships with many warlords. After Cheng Tinghua's death, the Bagua Sect was hunted down everywhere, and Li Shuwen offered assistance, helping Cheng Tinghua's disciples stabilize their situation in the south.

This is considered a great favor, but it happened two generations ago.

But as long as Li Shuwen is alive, no one will forget him.

According to seniority, Ye Ningzhen is one generation younger than Huo Diange and of the same generation as Zhao Yuting.

He immediately cupped his hands to Huo Diange and said, "Uncle Huo, you've come too, Senior Brother Zhao."

Although the two were surprised and didn't understand why Ye Ningzhen was there, they still bowed in greeting.

"Has your master arrived?" Huo Diange asked.

“My master is in Foshan and couldn’t make it here, but with you here, that’s enough.”

Huo Diange waved his hand modestly, and Zhao Yuting, standing beside him, agreed wholeheartedly.

Ye Ning's words were half flattery and half truth.

Without Chen Zhan, Huo Diange might truly be the person with the highest level of martial arts skills in Northeast China.

Even if Gong Baotian is alive, they still have to fight first, and Huo Diange is more than ten years younger and in peak physical condition.

However, if Gong Baotian hadn't gotten into trouble, he probably wouldn't have come. Both are grandmasters, and the Northeast martial arts world has always been Gong Baotian's territory. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to bring his disciple.

But the situation is different now. If we don't come soon, the Gong family will be ruined, the martial arts world will be in decline, Fengtian will be in chaos, and we'll have to fight the Japanese.

It's not surprising that he came from Tianjin.

After exchanging greetings, the old man sitting at the head of the table wasn't in a hurry. Although he was the host, Huo Diange's status was different; he was a Grandmaster of Internal Energy.

Seeing Ye Ningzhen looking over, the old man on the seat of honor said, "Did you come looking for me, young lady?"

Ye Ningzhen glanced at him, her memory a little hazy. She had seen him more than ten years ago when she came to Fengtian, but the old man wasn't this old back then.

"Uncle Gong, my surname is Ye. I am a student of Li Guangpu. We met more than ten years ago."

The old man suddenly realized.

"Oh, I remember now. You were only ten years old back then. Time flies, and you've grown up so much."

"Yes, I came to Tianjin three years ago to take charge of the Jinlou business."

Ye Ning's words contained a hint: the Golden Pavilion had always been a place of communication, and it was very secretive. As soon as the Golden Pavilion was mentioned, the other party would understand.

But Huo Diange and the other two were unaware of this.

Gong Shu suddenly realized what was happening. He invited Ye Ningzhen to sit down and have some tea, then called over a young apprentice, whispered a few words to him, and the disciple quickly left.

A few people chatted idly, while the noise outside continued.

"The business of the escort agency has been sluggish in recent years. It is thanks to the help of our fellow martial artists that Wanhua Escort Agency has survived until now." Uncle Gong is very old, but his martial arts skills are not good. He was arranged by Li Cunyi to work in Fengtian in his early years.

Having spent over thirty years in Fengtian, guarding the Wanhua Escort Agency like a lone tree, I haven't accomplished much, but all I've done is hard work.

"Uncle Gong, you flatter me. It's only right for people in the martial arts world to help each other. You've been doing this for decades, and you're still doing it now," Ye Ningzhen said with a smile.

Uncle Gong knew she was referring to the group of people outside, and smiled.

"Yes, as people get older, they become nostalgic. They miss the old days more and more, but unfortunately, great things couldn't be accomplished, and it's even more difficult now."

"It may be difficult now, but it's not more difficult than it was back then, Uncle Gong. Actually, you did the right thing back then, and you did it very well," Ye Ningzhen said very seriously.

"Oh? You young people have been educated, tell me about it."

There were no outsiders present. Ye Ningzhen really didn't want Huo Diange to know the message she was sending, because she was afraid that mentioning Chen Zhan in the letter would expose Chen Zhan's identity.

But talking about the Boxer Rebellion back then is nothing special; it's common knowledge.

"Uncle Gong, do you know why the Qing government and the foreigners targeted us back then?"

"Because we did the right thing, the more they oppose us, the more it proves that we did the right thing! Although it seemed like a failure back then, we left behind the spark of a strong nation and a strong race. The next generation, and the generation after that, will eventually be able to accomplish this!"

Ye Ningzhen spoke with restraint. These days, influenced by Chen Zhan's ideas, her goals had become increasingly clear. Having learned a lot about the stories unfolding and the Soviet base areas in the south, she was no longer as lost and reckless as before. Now, she genuinely wanted to see the future Chen Zhan envisioned.

“That makes sense, that makes sense. Our National Martial Arts Academy is dedicated to strengthening the nation and the people, making each generation stronger than the last, and one day we will be able to drive out foreign enemies and restore China.” Huo Diange agreed with Ye Ningzhen’s words.

After chatting for a while, Ye Ningzhen asked, "Uncle Huo, did you also come here for the Sino-Japanese martial arts competition?"

Huo Diange nodded: "With Grandmaster Gong gone, Fengtian is leaderless. The Japanese holding a martial arts competition at this time is probably up to no good."

"If you take action, there's really nothing to worry about."

"Alas, youth has its advantages. I am getting old, and there are many skilled Japanese samurai, so I should not be underestimated."

"I see quite a few Northern boxers have arrived, and some from the South as well. There must be some experts here, so it shouldn't be difficult to save face for the Northern martial arts world," Ye Ningzhen asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Huo Diange's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Gong Shu's expression was unreadable, but he remained silent.

Zhao Yuting, who had a rather volatile temper, snorted coldly: "Hmph, there aren't many true masters. There are plenty of people who just wave the flag and do nothing. But this guy has a proper lineage and says he's here to help. We can't even kick him out. I wonder how many of them will dare to step onto the stage."

"Yu Ting, don't talk about your fellow martial arts practitioners like that." Huo Diange said somewhat displeased.

Zhao Yuting said there was no problem, but he wasn't the host. The Wanhua Escort Agency hadn't said anything, so it was unreasonable for a guest to criticize another guest.

After being told to stop, he fell silent.

Ye Ningzhen sat for a while and saw the young apprentice standing at the door. She knew that he would deliver the letter to her when he got to the door.

Then they prepared to leave.

But then the noise outside the door suddenly grew louder, accompanied by loud banging and wailing.

Upon opening the door, they saw Chen Zhan carrying one in each hand, throwing them to the entrance of the main room. They were bruised and battered, but still wailing and yelling:

"Why did you attack without even knowing what happened? Don't you know the rules of the martial arts world?"

"We were just having a casual chat, and you attacked me right away, especially by sneak attacking me. That's shameless!"

Looking at Chen Zhan and then at the state of the two men, Ye Ningzhen knew that Chen Zhan had gone far too far in showing mercy; he had probably never shown such leniency before.
"Alright, alright, consider this injury a lesson for you."

"Still yelling? If you're not happy, go call your master. You're just a mediocre person, yet you're trying to gossip behind people's backs."

Chen Zhan's hearing was too sensitive. As soon as he arrived at Wanhua Escort Agency, he could hear two people talking about Ye Ningzhen behind his back amidst the commotion of dozens of people.

He has never been a magnanimous person. Not everyone who has mastered martial arts naturally possesses the magnanimity of a grandmaster.

He is always vengeful, and if the two hadn't said anything too offensive and hadn't maintained some of the martial arts style, the injury wouldn't have been so minor.

"Hmph, you wait, my master is in Fengtian, don't you dare run away!"

The two got up and ran, while the others were stunned by Chen Zhan's move and dared not make a sound.

Just then, people from the Wanhua Escort Agency came out to see how to handle the situation.

When Chen Zhan saw Ye Ningzhen emerge, along with Huo Diange and Zhao Yuting behind her, his eyes lit up immediately.

He took two steps forward, met Ye Ningzhen's gaze, and bowed to Huo Diange, saying:
"I have long admired Mr. Huo's name. It is great to see you again today. You are as charming as ever."

Huo Diange looked at the somewhat ugly and fierce man in front of him and asked in confusion, "Have we met before? Why do you say goodbye?"

Chen Zhan smiled mysteriously, "Why don't we go inside and talk?"

He seemed to be taking the initiative, and Gong Shu frowned but didn't say anything.

Huo Diange frowned as well, and Zhao Yuting was already displeased.

They came to our door and started beating us, showing no respect for Wanhua Escort Agency or Elder Gong, and now they're even taking charge of things themselves.

“Sir, you came in and immediately started fighting, especially in front of the head of the Wanhua Escort Agency. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate not to explain yourself?” Zhao Yuting said.

Chen Zhan looked at Zhao Yuting, who looked exactly the same as he had a few months ago at the arena in the Japanese concession. Huo Diange was also there at the time.

When I said I'd seen it, I meant I'd seen it back then.

Zhao Yuting's tone was harsh, and Chen Zhan hadn't even spoken yet. Ye Ningzhen's eyes sharpened as she stared at Zhao Yuting and said, "He's my man. What's wrong with disciplining a junior who speaks rudely?"

(End of this chapter)