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Chapter 48 Money Rat Tail Braid! A Master of Internal Energy! (Please read and vote!)

[A traitor who colludes with the enemy and betrays the country!]

Kill them!!!

It is described as both tragic and terrifying.

The large characters on the wall were written in blood, brimming with vitality, and drops of fresh blood were still flowing down the wall at that moment.

Blood flowed onto the severed limbs and severed arms on the ground.
Bai Yunsheng and Yuan Wenhui both had their arms broken and were thrown against the wall. The cuts were irregular and covered with a layer of white ash.

It was clearly written in blood using the four arms of the two people.

People on the spot cried out in fright and were unable to calm down for a long time.

Several old dogs barked and tried to gnaw on the corpse, but were pulled back by someone.

Charlize covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, went forward and looked around, but there were no survivors.

"Take the body away first, we'll do an autopsy when we get back."

"Yes."

"Inspector, this handwriting..."

“Handwriting? Are you trying to tamper with the scene?” Richards turned and left without even looking.

The remaining patrol officers cleaned up the scene. In reality, there was no question of whether it was destroyed or not; it was obvious that Chen Zhan did it, and there were plenty of witnesses.

The problem is, knowing it is useless; you can't catch it.

At this moment, Chen Zhan was carrying a black bag and traveling non-stop through the streets and alleys, from the French Concession through the British Concession, and back to the lawless Nanshi, heading north from Nanshi.

Passing by the place where I last saw the little fox, I noticed that the boy who sold pancakes with him had found another boy to partner with in the business.

The little fox left without saying goodbye, which made him a little depressed.

But that's normal in this world; no one can say for sure how many more days they'll live.

Who doesn't toil day after day, struggling to make ends meet and hoping to survive?

Chen Zhan did not linger.

Having killed Bai and Yuan, he felt a sense of exhilaration, which even intensified his fighting spirit and brought a sense of clarity to his mind.

In the instant his fist intent sublimated, Chen Zhan seemed to ascend to the heavens, his soul wandering in all directions.

At that very moment, Chen Zhan sensed something different.

Someone is watching!

Moreover, he's a master, an incredibly skilled master.

If an ordinary expert were to look at Chen Zhan, he would be noticed instantly.

As Chen Zhan walked through the streets and alleys after leaving the French Concession, he did not sense anyone secretly watching him. Only when his fist intent sublimated did he catch a glimpse of inspiration.

What level of boxer is this?

As Chen Zhan walked further and further away, until they reached a deserted area in the north of the city, he turned around and looked at the dilapidated houses behind him, saying, "Master of Transformation Realm, you've been following me all this way. What brings you here?"

The area had long been abandoned, and a person emerged from the ruins of many collapsed brick walls.

"Not bad, you have some skill, you actually managed to find me, the flag lord."

The moment this person appeared, Chen Zhan's eyes narrowed and his eye twitched.

They could even guess the other person's identity.

Its features are simply too obvious.

The man had a square face with strong features, slightly high brow bones, smooth skin with few signs of hardship, and a neatly trimmed goatee.

Its most distinctive feature is its pair of long arms, excessively long; when the arms are relaxed, the fingers reach below the knees.

Moreover, it is flexible and not stiff, and its evenness hides a skillful strength!

Even so, this wasn't the most distinctive feature. What allowed Chen Zhan to recognize him was his "money-tail braid"!

Most of his head was slicked back with shiny black hair, except for a small tuft of hair at the back of his head, which was braided into a thin braid that hung down to his shoulders. Three copper coins were tied to the long braid.

Shunzhi Tongbao coin! It looks to be about fifty years old, not old, but rather fierce!

When Chen Zhan saw his appearance, a chill ran through him.

The legacy of the Manchu Qing dynasty.

"Which of the twelve banners in Xunzhou are you the banner lord?" Chen Zhan asked calmly.

"I am Heshelina Hauge, the deputy banner chief of the Plain Yellow Banner. Oh? Little one, you know quite a lot, and you've even heard of the Twelve Banners of the Xunzhou?" The long-armed man asked with some excitement and curiosity, taking a few steps forward.

Chen Zhan wasn't in a hurry. He took the time to recover some strength, as the night's battle had also taken a toll on his energy.

"The Hesheli clan? The lineage of Suo'etu?"

Chen Zhan looked the long-armed man up and down, not expecting him to be from the Plain Yellow Banner, one of the three upper banners.

Then she added, "Of course I know. Back then, when China was in ruins, the Qing Dynasty's territory was divided up by various forces. There were also various forces that opposed imperialism and feudalism. In order to fight against the martial arts masters from all sides, the old witch gathered the top martial artists from the Eight Banners and established the Twelve Banners of the Province, which were created specifically to deal with martial arts masters."

"The flag leader and deputy flag leader are both top-tier experts, am I right?"

The long-armed man clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Not bad, not bad, that's roughly the situation. But how dare you slander the Empress Dowager?"

In short, the first half of the sentence was praise, but the second half took a sharp turn, becoming ruthless and sinister.

But Chen Zhan didn't care at all:

"Ha, what if you slander me?"

"Are there still any survivors among the Twelve Banners? I heard that Wang Wu led his men to raid their home in the dead of night, almost wiping out their entire families. How did they manage to recover?"

This remark, however, angered the other party, clearly indicating that it was something that offended them.

Back then, Wang Wu led several experts to raid the place in the dead of night, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. Almost no one could withstand a single blow from him.

It took several powerful flag masters to surround and restrain them, but the people brought by Wang Wu with his big sword were no ordinary people either; they were all experts capable of taking on a hundred men each.

Limbs flying, head rolling wildly—it was a truly gruesome scene.

He was not yet twenty years old at the time, and had been practicing martial arts for a few years. He was completely stunned by the scene. If he hadn't been helped away, he would have died under Wang Wu's knife.

He was furious that a junior had brought up his 30-year-old nightmare.

"Boy, are you a disciple of Wang Zibin?" Nahaug laughed angrily, taking a few steps forward to close the distance between the two.

Chen Zhan also saw through the other party's intention. He was afraid that if he just ran away, it would be difficult to catch up, so he took a few steps ahead to block them.

Following his lead, he took two steps forward and said:
"Not really, we've known each other for a long time but never met, though we do have some connection."

"It doesn't matter. I'll take on all the grudges of the martial arts lineage. You've come for me, so one more grudge won't make a difference."

Chen Zhan sighed softly. Wang Wu was killed by the Qing court. Sun Lutang had some connection with Wang Wu, which could be traced back to their ancestor, Guo Yunshen.

“Not bad, not bad. Someone asked me to come out of seclusion to take your life. I was initially reluctant to kill a genius, but I didn’t expect that we would have a grudge but no affinity.” Nahauger smiled, flicked his braid behind him, and the three copper coins jingled incessantly.

"Hahahaha, do you really think you're still a nobleman of the Eight Banners? You think you can just pretend to be someone else?" Chen Zhan laughed wildly, showing no mercy in his mockery.

How many years has it been since the fall of the Qing Dynasty? All the great powers still yearn for it!
Even the young emperor has honestly confessed his crimes, yet some of his descendants still shamelessly try to glorify themselves.

In reality, he was only forced to act because he had received many years of favors from the Japanese.

"Too much nonsense. The Qing Dynasty has fallen, but many Manchu remnants still exist. That old hag truly keeps her promise, preferring to give to foreign powers rather than to her own slaves!"

"Even a Grandmaster of Internal Energy deserves to die!"

As Chen Zhan spoke, his emotions reached their peak. The legacy of the imperial system and his allegiance to the Japanese had combined old and new grievances, and the hatred seemed to transform into a thick blood energy that flowed into his bones.

Even the strongest martial artist isn't invincible!
Before the other party could make a move, Chen Zhan took the initiative.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the black cloth bag far away, and in the blink of an eye, he had covered a distance of ten zhang.

Nahauger grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth: "Good, well done! I see you haven't grasped the true essence of Xingyi yet. How many of my moves can you withstand?"

Chen Zhan reached out and threw a punch, unleashing the Xingyi Five Elements Mountain-Splitting and Collapsing Force, two kinds of force that roared like mountains and tsunamis!

He also said, "Resist? I'll resist until you die!"

(End of this chapter)