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Chapter 26: The Traitor Exposed in the Storm!

A storm was brewing, but the heavy rain stopped.

A heavy rain washed away the blood from the arena and extinguished the fervent emotions of the crowd that had been stirred by Chen Zhan's double kill of the Japanese.

After watching a grand performance, one must still immerse oneself in real life.

In his spare time, he often reminisces about Chen Zhan on stage, his invincible fists sweeping across the Japanese masters.

I'll send my child to a traditional Chinese martial arts school to learn martial arts in the future!
Mitsui & Co., located in the Japanese concession.

Occupying a high-rise building of more than ten stories, it took three years to build and was the tallest and most imposing building in the Japanese concession.

The overall style is a mishmash of Western and Eastern elements, resulting in a hybrid that is neither fish nor fowl.

Mitsui & Co. primarily engaged in import and export business, and with the support of Ichiro Itagaki, the highest-ranking commander stationed in Tianjin, it developed rapidly. It plundered vast quantities of goods from China and dumped Japanese products there, reaping enormous profits.

They've become incredibly wealthy just by buying and selling.

The top floor of the Mitsui & Co. building was Ichiro Itagaki's private property, and no one usually came up there, but today quite a few people were coming and going in a hurry.

Ichiro Itagaki sat quietly on the top floor, with a bandage on his shoulder. Looking out the window, he could see the arena where Chen Zhan and Chiba Shiro had fought that morning.

The security here is excellent; you can see outside, but those outside can't see inside.

There were over a hundred security personnel, armed and carrying weapons, and they dared not be careless in the slightest.

Who would have thought that just three days ago someone would dare to assassinate Ichiro Itagaki, a high-ranking Japanese military and political figure, and almost succeed?

This must never happen again. If the murderer is not found within a month, all those responsible for guarding the area that day must commit seppuku and act as each other's second!

Today's events have only added fuel to the fire.

Chiba Shiro is a nephew of Itagaki Ichiro, and their families have been friends since the Edo period. Therefore, Chiba Shiro is practically second only to Itagaki Ichiro in Tianjin.

Today, in order to find the assassin from that day, he actually lost his life.

Ichiro Itagaki was furious and ordered the entire force, except for the garrison troops, to be summoned.

Without orders from above, the army cannot be mobilized, but he still has many bargaining chips, including martial arts masters from the Hokushin Itto-ryu, Shinkage-ryu, and Goju-ryu schools.

At that moment, Oda Izumi stood in the distance, in front of a group of samurai, representing the Karate Goju-ryu style.

There were two other people standing side by side, and behind the three of them were at least a hundred skilled warriors in samurai attire.

Moreover, there are quite a few Chinese people on the other side!

The leaders among them were the Green Gang, Bai Yunsheng, and Yuan Wenhui!

Everyone fell silent, waiting for Ichiro Itagaki to give the order.

Not far in front of Ichiro Itagaki lay the body of Shiro Chiba, which had been wrapped in a black cloth bag and surrounded by a grove of bamboo. The method of preparing Shiro Chiba's body in the bag was unique to Japan.

They waited until nightfall before collecting the body and saying, "Just the body is all I need, no matter what method you use."

After waiting for two hours, drenched in cold sweat in the winter night, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Itagaki Ichiro only wants Chen Zhan's men, which is fine, as long as he doesn't take his anger out on them or disrupt the order of Tianjin.

In fact, Ichiro Itagaki thought about it for a long time before suppressing his anger. In his opinion, all the boxers and spectators present at the time deserved to die.

But Tianjin is no longer entirely under Japanese control; there is also the Parliament of Five Nations, especially Britain, which is still at its peak!
If things get too out of hand, Dai Ying will inevitably intervene, which would be detrimental to Japan's covert plans.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Several groups of people walked out one after another without greeting each other. The various factions in Japan were also hindering each other and were not cooperating seamlessly.

Needless to say, Bai Yunsheng and his companion only brought a few trusted men, disguised themselves, pulled their hats low, got into the car and left.

They did defect to the Japanese, but not the entire Green Gang did.

When word of this treasonous act reached Lao Longtou, the lives of the two men were in grave danger.

It was already dark, and there were hardly any people around at night.

The brand-new Chevrolet drove from the Japanese concession back to the French concession, circling several times through the rain to make sure no one was following them before entering the Green Gang headquarters. The two men, accompanied by their trusted confidants, filed in, dismissing everyone else.

The lights were turned on inside, and each person held a photograph in their hand.

It was at that moment that Chen Zhan stood on the stage, having just killed Miyagi Nagaharu, and looked up at Chiba Shiro on the second floor. Their eyes met, and a wisp of hair was lifted by the cold wind, revealing a third of his forehead.

The photo was taken from a distance, with the head deliberately enlarged.

The photos were taken very steadily, and it's clear that someone was specially arranged to take them. The developed photos will be even clearer.

"This person looks familiar," Yuan Wenhui said abruptly after looking at him for a while.

"Hmm? You know this person?"

Bai Yunsheng was a fat man in his fifties, but he wasn't bloated. On the contrary, he was broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and strong. His martial arts skills made him look younger.

A few years ago, he adopted Yuan Wenhui as his godson, and last year they both defected to the Japanese.

In Tianjin, it's difficult to avoid getting involved with any of the various factions; otherwise, progress is extremely slow. The Japanese, being the strongest, are naturally the best choice.

I worked for the Japanese for a year and received countless benefits, which I cannot share with outsiders.

Yuan Wenhui nodded, took a couple of puffs of his cigarette, and stared intently at Chen Zhan's photo.

"Oh!"

He suddenly poked Chen Zhan's nose with his hand, "Yes, yes, someone come here."

Soon, Yuan Wenhui's trusted confidant came in from outside and said, "Where is the portrait of that kid from a few days ago, the one who wiped out the Zhang family?"

The portrait was published in the newspaper that day, and his trusted henchmen immediately went to find it and quickly presented it to him.

"Godfather, look, isn't that him!"

The drawing of Chen Zhan in the newspaper was somewhat abstract, but the facial features were somewhat similar. When compared directly to the photograph, the resemblance was even stronger!

"Regardless of whether it is true or not, gather all available gang members, porters, and laborers, and search the entire city with all our might. Kill them without mercy."

"If we find it first, on Itagaki's side, we'll be the ones who achieve the greatest success!"

Ichiro Itagaki didn't mention the consequences, but what he didn't say was the most serious consequence!
After discussing the matter, the father and son rested in the hall and lost all interest in going home to enjoy themselves with their concubines.

Chen Zhan slept from noon until the next morning.

The ability to sleep when you want to sleep and wake up when you want to wake up is the foundation of martial arts training.

Training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer—if you can't even handle this little bit of hardship, what's the point of training?

The morning dew and last night's winter rain joined together, dripping incessantly from the eaves.

Chen Zhan went out onto the street and randomly picked a stall that had opened early to have a bite to eat.

After only a quarter of an hour, he felt three or four pairs of eyes looking at him.

Chen Zhan understood immediately, and before finishing his meal, he left a few copper coins.

Grab a freshly fried dough stick and eat it as you walk.

Following the mist, we passed through a street and headed straight north, not walking fast.

Wandering through the streets and alleys, I bought a straw hat and put it on my head, but I slowed down even more, as if afraid that the people behind me would not be able to keep up.

Along the way, he passed by many more people, including rickshaw pullers, horse-drawn cart laborers, and vendors, and each of them looked at him with a strange expression.

However, no one has come up to stop them yet.

Chen Zhan walked through Nanshi, where a row of notice boards stood at the entrance, surrounded by crowds of people.

Easily pushing through the crowd to the innermost part, Chen Zhan glanced around and smiled.

His photo was prominently displayed on the black wall, along with a few lines of small print.

"Hmm, I must say, the Japanese filmed it pretty well."

(End of this chapter)