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Chapter 261 Luck: 5570 points

Chen Zhan checked his own condition.
[Subject: Chen Zhan]

Age: 28

[World: Republic of China]

[Destiny: Heart and Soul Forging (Green), Vitality Like a Tiger (Blue)]

Lifespan: Over 100 years

[Ability: Fist Technique - Dan Jin (Injury!)]

[Talents: Devouring Fate, Iron Bones, Self-Healing, Refining Spirit, Burning Blood]

[Luck: 5570 points]

Note 1: Without illness, disaster, or calamity, one can live past one hundred years old, with no upper limit! The power of Dan Jin (internal energy) can be unleashed beyond the ordinary!

Note 2: Devouring Fortune and Forging Fate can plunder one's destiny, and one's fate can be altered through fortune!

Is it correct that simply marking a character for "injury" cannot alter one's fate?
Although Chen Zhan didn't know whether his injuries were minor or serious, he had killed so many people along the way, from Fengtian to Beijing, then to Foshan, and back to Fengtian.
He only has a little over 5,000 luck points.

It's clear that the previous prediction was entirely correct. Once your strength increases to a certain level, killing a master of the same level will reduce your luck value.

Just as Chen Zhan finished packing his medicine bag, he heard the sound of horses' hooves and shouts in Japanese coming from outside the courtyard wall. It seemed that the Japanese military police were searching house to house, and he could even hear the loud noise of them kicking open the doors of houses.

Chen Zhan leaned closer to the window and could hear some detailed sounds, but they were too far away to search for the Marshal's Mansion for the time being, and they probably wouldn't even come to search for it.

He was going against the grain. The Japanese had a precedent of Wanhua Escort Agency digging tunnels in advance to lead directly out of the city. It was highly likely that Chen Zhan would also use this method to leave the city overnight.

Because, no matter how you look at it, it's much safer outside the city than inside.

The streets were filled with Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms, carrying rifles, knocking on doors, and several plainclothes agents questioning passersby. Fengtian City seemed to be shrouded in a black net.

Last night's massacre of the Black Dragon Society and the death of Kawashima Hirako have completely ignited the anger of the Japanese people. Now the air in Fengtian is as tense as a string, ready to snap at the slightest movement.

The Japanese are now searching the city not only to find Chen Zhan, but also to vent their anger.

But Chen Zhan did not regret it; the enmity between them was irreconcilable.

Chen Zhan leaned against the bed curtains, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. The Western clock in the room struck five, and the sky was already turning orange-red.

The injury to his lung lobe still made it difficult for him to breathe, but at least it stabilized his condition for the time being.

He touched the two swords in front of him; the blades were still stained with blood. He wiped them with a tablecloth, then closed his eyes again, waiting for the night to fall.

It was night.

As the night mist drifted over the eaves of the mansion, Chen Zhan rose from behind the bed curtains, his chest, tightly wrapped in gauze, rising and falling slightly with his breath.

He had been completely naked, but now he pulled out a gray coat hidden under the bed, put it on, pulled the cuffs down to cover the unhealed bullet hole in his arm, and floated out like a shadow.

After leaving the courtyard, Chen Zhan was a little dazed.
The Marshal's Mansion was too complicated, with pavilions and towers that dazzled the eyes. Behind the artificial rocks, withered leaves accumulated and rustled in the night wind, which added to the tense atmosphere in Fengtian City.

The servants in the Marshal's mansion didn't dare to come out at night; they all hid.

Chen Zhan could only find it by smell. The kitchen smelled of cooking. Even though there was no master during the day, the servants still had to cook. Sure enough, after walking along the corridor in the northwest corner for half an incense stick's time, he smelled a faint aroma of noodles.

The kitchen was made of blue bricks, and the door was ajar, letting in a faint, dim light.

"Someone's still stealing food in the middle of the night?"

"With the Zhang family away, how could they possibly go hungry?"

Chen Zhan heard the firewood crackling occasionally in the stove, but he didn't pay much attention. In fact, it didn't matter if someone was there. If he didn't want to be discovered, with his speed, the other person might think they were seeing a ghost.

There's no longer a need to be as careful as one would be at a lay Buddhist center.

He walked in quietly. On the stove was half a basket of white steamed buns, next to a dish of pickled vegetables and a bowl of cold porridge. Hot water was warming in the pot, probably a late-night snack prepared by the servants. This was nothing unusual for wealthy families; it was normal for the master to have a late-night snack whenever he wanted. Just as he reached for a bun, he heard a slight rustling sound behind him.

Chen Zhan's hand froze in mid-air. He quickly turned around and saw a little girl of about seven or eight years old huddled by the woodpile behind the stove. She had two braids, her blue cotton-padded jacket was covered in dust, and she was clutching an oil paper package in her hand. The package was bulging, so she was obviously there to get some food too.

It just opened its eyes; it had been lying in the firewood pile, warming itself by the fire, and had fallen asleep.

The little girl opened her eyes and was startled to see Chen Zhan dressed like this, with a knife on his back. She almost dropped the oil paper package in her hand, but quickly hugged it tightly. She stared at Chen Zhan with her round eyes, her lips pressed tightly together, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

Chen Zhan looked at her, then at the oil paper package in her hand. Half a steamed bun and a small piece of cured meat were sticking out of it, which she must have secretly hidden.

The little girl was a bit scared but dared not make a sound. If she attracted the attention of Steward Zhao, she would surely be beaten.

"Are you the child of a servant in the manor?" Chen Zhan's voice was very low and slightly hoarse.

The little girl nodded, then quickly shook her head, shrank further into the woodpile, and whispered:

“My parents used to be gardeners in the manor, but they were kicked out for doing something wrong, and I was sold into this family. A few days ago, the Japanese blocked off the streets and injured my father's leg. They haven't eaten for several days…”

As she spoke, she clutched the oil paper package tightly, her eyes filled with stubbornness. "I'll only take a little; I won't be discovered."

She spoke in a somewhat disordered order; it seems she was sold into this place, and judging from her appearance, she was probably taken in as a child bride or something similar.

Her parents benefited from the job and became gardeners, but they were kicked out for doing something wrong. They were injured when the Japanese started causing trouble, and they needed her help.

Chen Zhan nodded and didn't say anything more. He picked up a steamed bun and a dish of pickled vegetables from the stove, poured a bowl of hot water from the pot, ate a steamed bun one bite at a time, and drank the scalding hot water directly.

I ate four or five in a row.

"You eat too, it's fine."

He glanced at the oil paper package that was about to burst in the little girl's hand, then reached out and handed her five steamed buns.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, not daring to take it. Only when Chen Zhan placed the steamed bun at her feet did she quickly pick it up, stuff it into the oil paper bag, bow to him, and then run out of the kitchen back door.

Her footsteps were as light as a rabbit's, and she quickly disappeared into the night.

Chen Zhan watched her retreating figure, then looked away. He ate a few more steamed buns, but couldn't find any cooked meat, so he was too lazy to cook. He ate a few bites of pickled vegetables and green onions, then turned and left the kitchen, returning to his room along the same route.

For the next three days, he went out to find food late at night and didn't encounter the girl again, so he figured he had successfully delivered the food.

Over the next three days, the commotion outside the Marshal's Mansion grew louder and louder. During the day, the sound of Japanese soldiers' horses' hooves could be heard coming from the streets, along with occasional gunshots and shouts from secret agents.

Even last night, while he was meditating in his room, he overheard servants talking outside the courtyard wall. They said the Japanese were conducting an even more thorough search, checking every house in the villages outside the city, and arresting many suspicious individuals, supposedly related to the Black Dragon Society case.

One person said, "Even the Marshal's Mansion isn't safe. The Japanese will break in and search it sooner or later."

Another person said, "Go ahead and search. The young marshal isn't here. Do you think we can stop him? Butler Zhao can control us, but he's less than a dog in front of the Japanese."

Chen Zhan heard all these sounds, but his gaze grew colder and colder as he healed his wounds.

He recovered quickly, within three days. His self-healing effect was remarkable. Although his coccyx and ribs had not healed, the injury to his lungs was no longer a problem.

Although the other bullet wounds were not completely healed, the bullet holes had shrunk considerably.

Most importantly, my energy and blood circulation have been restored.

While Chen Zhan was recuperating, the Japanese were conducting searches and retaliating, and the high command of the Northeast Army was in chaos.

Yu Zhihao braved the riots to return to the police station that night, but did not dare to send officers out to investigate. Officers' lives mattered too. The Japanese were firing cannons and gunfire was everywhere. Going to investigate now would be too easy to lose one's life.

The next day he learned that Chen Zhan had left his home and then stormed into the Japanese consulate area, fighting his way from the main street to the Black Dragon Society. The Black Dragon Society was reduced to ruins by machine guns and artillery shells, and Chen Zhan had killed Kawashima Hirako, the newly appointed section chief.
No wonder Chen Zhan said he couldn't wait when he left.

But it's not easy to find the traitor who betrayed Ding Lianshan.

(End of this chapter)