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Chapter 257 You Still Want to Leave? (It's the end of the month, please give me two monthly votes)
"Snapped!"

The moment a candle was lit, Chen Zhan kicked the old man in the chest, causing him to spit out blood. As he landed, a brocade knife was pressed against his throat.

"Who...who exactly are you?" The old man's voice trembled. He had practiced the Hokushin Ittō-ryū style for forty years and had never seen anyone so easily kill a master of the Yagyu-ryū and Gōryū styles.

Chen Zhan's eyes were icy cold. He thrust his embroidered spring knife forward, and the old man fell to the ground, lifeless.

He was there to vent; he didn't want to ask any questions.

"Papa papa!~"

Several more candles were lit upstairs, and just as the gunman took aim, Chen Zhan's figure disappeared downstairs.

"Ah~"

Screams of agony!

Screams filled the air as Chen Zhan's figure swayed and danced in the candlelight, wielding twin swords as blood and flesh flew everywhere.

In the candlelight, a huge figure could be seen on the opposite wall, wielding two swords, their movements flickering and indistinct. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a scream.

Gunshots and screams mingled together.

But the screams and gunshots didn't last long, because Chen Zhan killed so quickly that he soon cleared the second and third floor staircases.

Chen Zhan trudged up the stairs through the blood-stained floor, the wooden stairs creaking under his feet, each step feeling like a blow to the hearts of the Black Dragon Society members.

The third floor is a spacious meeting hall with a long black lacquered table in the center and portraits hanging on the walls.

Chen Zhan saw a familiar face: Mitsuru Toyama, an advisor to the Black Dragon Society.

There was another person next to Touyama Mang, the leader of the Black Dragon Society, Takeuchi Ryohei, who looked to be in his forties, with typical Japanese features, short stature, and very sharp eyes.

Even though Chen Zhan disliked the Japanese, some Japanese did have a martyr-like quality, though most of them were brainwashed.

He had just reached the third floor when the gunman at the front pulled the trigger, and a crisp "click" reached Chen Zhan's ears.

Chen Zhan's left foot slid three feet to the right as if wading through mud. The bullet grazed his gray shirt and embedded itself in the wooden pillar, sending wood chips flying.

Before the gunman could fire a second shot, Chen Zhan's Tang-style broadsword flew out of his hand, its blade piercing the gunman's throat with a sharp gust of wind, and then embedding itself in the chest of the warrior behind him, causing both of them to fall to the ground in quick succession.

The remaining gunmen panicked and fired wildly in Chen Zhan's direction. Bullets flew around the room, but they couldn't even touch the hem of Chen Zhan's clothes. He walked leisurely in the narrow council hall with his Bagua Step, his "walking on snow without leaving a trace" technique allowing him to step in the gaps between bullets with every step.

Chen Zhan judged the timing of the shooting by listening. The gunman's reaction speed was not as fast as his nerve reaction, so he was able to avoid it every time.

This is why people who practice boxing become more accurate and threatening when they also practice shooting.

Practicing boxing is about training reaction speed, and so is shooting.

Top marksmen have nerve reactions that are several times faster than those of ordinary people.

With a "bang," a bullet struck the long table, and splinters from the flying wood grazed Takeuchi Ryohei's face.

Ryohei Takeuchi remained completely calm, and with a wave of his hand, threw out several pin-operated grenades.

Chen Zhan remained calm. The grenade couldn't possibly hit him. It took three or four seconds from pulling the pin to the explosion. If he wanted to leave, he could have run two streets away.

With a swift movement, he rushed into the hall.

The grenade exploded far behind me with a loud "boom," and the whole building shook a few times.

Chen Zhan drew his Tang-style sword, and the samurai around Takeuchi Ryohei, seeing this, had no choice but to charge forward with their long swords drawn.

The leading samurai practiced the Ono school of swordsmanship, and his long sword was aimed straight at Chen Zhan's head, attempting to suppress him with sheer force.

Using the Tai Chi technique of "dissipating force," Chen Zhan deflected the long sword to one side, while another sword swept across, leaving a fine, bloody mark on Chen Zhan's neck. Chen Zhan then lunged straight at Takeuchi Ryohei.

The remaining four warriors lost their composure and swung their swords haphazardly.

Chen Zhan's figure blurred as he twirled the Embroidered Spring Blade in his hand. The blade flashed like a silver snake, slashing at a man's wrist on the left and chopping at another man's waist and abdomen on the right. As he turned, the back of his blade knocked away a third longsword, and at the same time, he kicked a fourth man's knee with his toe. As the man knelt down, the tip of his blade pierced through the back of his neck.

In the blink of an eye, all four warriors lay dead in pools of blood, while only three gunmen remained huddled in a corner, their gun bolts malfunctioning.

Before they could pull the trigger, Chen Zhan had already closed in and killed them one by one with a knife.

As Takeuchi Ryohei retreated, he gave orders while saying, "You must be Mr. Chen Zhan? No one but you would dare to do this. Aren't you afraid of provoking a war between our two countries?"

As Chen Zhan hacked and slashed, he laughed and said, "A war between two countries? Didn't it already start a while ago?"

Takeuchi Ryohei was taken aback, not understanding Chen Zhan's meaning.

But then the sirens blared and the sound of orderly footsteps filled the air. The Japanese military police had arrived; black military police vehicles lined the entrance to the Black Dragon Society, their headlights illuminating the second-floor windows as if it were daytime. "It seems you can't escape."

Ryohei Takeuchi was highly skilled; in the blink of an eye, he had already flipped from the third floor to the second. The black-clad warriors rushed towards Chen Zhan one after another, fearless of death.

Chen Zhan smiled and said, "If I said I deliberately waited for them to come, would you believe me?"

Ryohei Takeuchi laughed heartily: "Mr. Chen is quite humorous. Even on the verge of death, he's still joking." As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling all the men behind him to rush forward. Dozens of black-clad samurai and ninjas surrounded Chen Zhan.

Chen Zhan shook his head and said, "Did you lead the operation of the Wanhua Escort Agency?"

Ryohei Takeuchi laughed heartily: "Hahaha, do I need to personally lead people to handle such trivial matters? I heard from Colonel Hirako that there was an old man with very high martial arts skills who was able to fight back even after being stabbed eleven times. It took more than a dozen ninjas to barely kill him."

Chen Zhan didn't ask any more questions. Seven or eight warriors attacked him from all sides, but he ignored them. His blood and qi surged from his dantian, and his originally thin body suddenly swelled up.

A terrifying aura surrounded him, making the warriors who attacked him breathe heavily.

As the blade hurtled towards him, Chen Zhan's feet trembled violently, and his figure vanished from the spot.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of warriors who rushed forward were instantly overturned by the shockwave. In the dim candlelight, Chen Zhan created a shockwave that shattered all the wooden planks and bluestones in the building wherever it passed.

Ryohei Takeuchi, who had already run to the door and opened it, found the Black Dragon Society's headquarters surrounded by a large force of military police and Special Higher Police.

They saw Takeuchi Ryohei rush out under the protection of two samurai.

The Japanese soldiers who were about to fire immediately stopped.

"It's Mr. Ryohei! Don't shoot!"

"Yes!"

But in the next instant, it was as if an 8-magnitude earthquake had struck inside the building, with loud rumbling sounds!

Starting from the third floor, they reached the first-floor entrance in an instant, wreaking havoc on everything. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the entrance, just as the two samurai turned around to protect Takeuchi Ryohei.

"Bang~bang~"

In the dead of night, it was as if a speeding train had passed by, knocking the two people away and sending them flying dozens of meters before they landed and fell silent.

Ryohei Takeuchi reacted quickly, shouting, "Fire! Ignore everything else!"

Before he could finish half a sentence, Chen Zhan had already grabbed his face, his large, fan-like hand covering it, instantly contorting his facial muscles and features, cracking his skull, and the sound was cut off.

"You still want to leave?" Chen Zhan asked with a faint smile.

Chen Zhan arrived quickly and returned even faster!

The building was heavily guarded, and the firelight and lamplight illuminated the four-story building of the Black Dragon Society. However, Chen Zhan arrived too quickly, and under such bright lights, no one could be seen clearly.

Chen Zhan only got a clear look at Takeuchi Ryohei the moment he grabbed him.

The next moment, Chen Zhan had already brought the person back into the building.

Ryohei Takeuchi didn't have a chance to answer. Chen Zhan had gone too far and accidentally crushed the skull. As Ryohei Takeuchi lay dying, he raised his fingers, trying to speak, but could only cough up blood.

"Sorry, I was going to ask you who betrayed Wanhua Escort Agency, but I accidentally went too far. I guess you won't tell me anyway."

Chen Zhan crushed Takeuchi Ryohei's head with a single stomp.

There were a few survivors inside the building, but most of them were missing limbs and were no longer able to fight.

Before he could think, the sounds of artillery fire and machine guns had already come crashing down on him.

Even without Takeuchi Ryohei saying it, if he didn't come out in a while, he would have opened fire anyway.

As for Chen Zhan, it's better to kill the innocent than to let him go.

"Boom boom boom~"

In order to deal with Chen Zhan, the Japanese prepared a lot of heavy weapons in the city. The density of artillery fire and machine gun fire was extremely terrifying. When it came, the four-story building of the Black Dragon Society, which was mostly made of wood, was immediately blown to pieces.

Within minutes, it was razed to the ground.

Chen Zhan's figure and presence also disappeared.

(End of this chapter)