Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Chen Wen put down his teacup, looked up at him, his expression still calm:

"You're not satisfied? Fine. Then tell me what to do?"

Huang Feihong was about to say something about revenge, but he suddenly froze when the words were on the tip of his tongue.

Revenge? Revenge against whom?

To this court official who clearly favors foreigners?

Or should we turn to those foreigners who have gunboats to back us up?

He possessed exceptional martial arts skills and a passionate heart, yet at this moment he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

A profound sense of frustration and bewilderment almost overwhelmed him.

He abruptly turned to Chen Wen, his voice filled with resentment and accusation:

"Ultimately, you were the one who invested your money and effort in setting up the factory; I only contributed my name. Are you really willing to just hand over 90% of it? Are you really just going to accept that?"

Chen Wen didn't seem to be very angry; he simply replied calmly:

"Don't worry. They'll have to see if they have the teeth to swallow my stuff!"

"From the very beginning, they could never have actually eaten it."

Huang Feihong's eyes lit up, and hope was rekindled in his heart. Sure enough, Chen Wen was not a spineless coward who could be easily manipulated!

"Brother Chen, do you already have a plan?"

Chen Wen didn't answer directly, but looked at him and slowly asked:

"But you, Master Huang, after all this, have you figured it out?"

Wong Fei-hung was taken aback: " Figure out what?"

Chen Wen sighed:

"Including this time, this is the second time you've fallen into the hands of the Shahe Gang. Each time the losses are heavier than the last."

"Po Chi Lam's century-old foundation has been reduced to ashes. What are your thoughts on this?"

Huang Feihong's eyes darkened; he understood what Chen Wen meant.

We must eradicate evil completely and prevent future troubles.

If you send him into battle, he will show no mercy. In a duel on the ring, life and death are left to fate.

You could make him go and kill a bunch of thugs.

Even though these people were utterly wicked, he still found it difficult to make up his mind.

Chen Wen shook his head, his tone becoming more serious:

"Master Huang, don't think that the crimes of thugs are less serious than those of bandits. It's true that bandits kill and rob, openly committing robbery, and deserve to die."

"But what about the Shahe Gang members?"

"They set fire to your Po Chi Lam, but you, Wong Fei-hung, have fame and fortune, so you can start over."

"But what if it had been an ordinary person's home that burned down last night?"

"They might be forced to hang themselves and sell their children just because they were robbed of their last few coins!"

"The Shahe Gang has only harmed you twice, and you can barely withstand it. How many times have those ordinary people, who have been oppressed and exploited by them for years, endured it? How many people have they harmed?"

"A series of small evils, when accumulated, can amount to a colossal sin!"

"If you let them go this time, every wronged soul who suffers loss and ruin because of them will owe a debt to your 'mercy' today!"

Huang Feihong's face turned pale. He understood the reasoning, but he still couldn't help but say:

"But...this should be the responsibility of the government! The law..."

"The law?" Chen Wen interrupted him, his tone carrying a rare hint of urgency.

"If the imperial court were truly effective, would the Shahe Gang have been able to run rampant in Foshan for so many years?"

"Didn't you see what happened just now?"

"That admiral isn't thinking about upholding justice for you; he's only thinking about how to squeeze money out of you and how to curry favor with the foreigners! You still expect anything from them?"

He looked into Wong Fei-hung's eyes and said, word by word:

"Besides, do you really think that admiral will wipe out the Sand River Gang?"

Huang Feihong was stunned:

"You've offered such a huge benefit, surely he won't be willing to work sincerely?"

Chen Wen shook his head:

"That's his own dog. He might give it a couple of slaps to show you, but he wouldn't actually kill it."

"He wants to stay and continue threatening us, forcing us to offer him tribute!"

"Shameless!" Huang Feihong felt an unbearable tightness in his chest.

"So, I'm doing all this to make you see one thing clearly," Chen Wen looked at him intently, "the imperial court cannot be trusted!"

"The ones you can truly trust are me, the brothers in the militia, your neighbors, and the millions of people who can't survive and suffer endless oppression! They are the people!"

Huang Feihong felt a jolt throughout his body, as if he understood something, but hesitated to speak.

Chen Wen caught his expression:

"What, are you still angry with those neighbors who didn't come forward to testify? Do you think they repaid kindness with enmity and aided and abetted evil?"

Huang Feihong, having been exposed, paused for a moment before speaking:

"They...have their own difficulties. But I truly..."

"The reason they don't step forward is simple," Chen Wen said directly, "because they don't believe the government will uphold justice."

"They stood up, and while the wicked may not be punished, they themselves will certainly face retribution."

"They are not like you, Wong Fei-hung. They don't have great martial arts skills, nor do they have the great reputation of Po Chi Lam."

"The Shahe Gang can't deal with you, but dealing with them is a piece of cake."

"A single act of revenge could mean the destruction of your family and the loss of your life. If you were in that situation, would you dare to take the gamble?"

Wong Fei-hung argued:

"But we can't just stand by and watch evil people commit crimes, can we?"

"Aiding and abetting evil?" Chen Wen retorted. "Who is the tyrant? Who is committing the cruelty? You don't have the power to truly protect them, so why should you expect them to risk their lives for you?"

Wong Fei-hung was speechless: "Then... what should we do?"

"There are two solutions," Chen Wen said, holding up two fingers. "First, you become everyone's protector, eliminating all injustice and sheltering everyone."

Wong Fei-hung immediately shook his head: "This... is simply impossible!"

Chen Wen nodded as well:

"Yes, you can't do it, I can't do it, and even a god can't do it."

"So, there's a second way."

Wong Fei-hung quickly asked, "What?"

"Smash everything!"

Chen Wen suddenly waved his hand, his expression turning extremely serious.

"Drive everyone to the brink of despair, extinguish their last shred of hope for survival, subject them to humiliation and torture, and make them understand that without resistance, death is the only outcome!"

"Force them to stand up for themselves!"

Huang Feihong was so frightened by these words that he gasped in shock:

"That...will cause so many tragedies!"

They drove everyone to the brink of despair, hoping to force people to rebel.

It will definitely kill a lot of people!

It could even trigger a catastrophic catastrophe! Countless deaths and injuries!

That won't do!

Chen Wen, however, seemed unaware of how terrifying his words were, and continued speaking:

"A tragedy is inevitable, and it won't be small."

"But it's better than just enduring this humiliation."

"I'm not talking about everyone, but many people have a problem: as long as there's a sliver of hope for survival, they're willing to endure all kinds of humiliation and live numbly."

"This is not right!"

"It's better to be utterly destroyed than to live like that!"

"Either erupt in dire straits, or be utterly destroyed in dire straits!"

Huang Feihong was stunned by these intense words and murmured:

"This... is insane."

"So you still hope a savior will appear?" Chen Wen sighed. "Unfortunately, there has never been a savior in this world. If people don't stand up for themselves, they will never stand up."

Wong Fei-hung seemed to be deep in thought.

Recalling Chen Wen's actions of teaching martial arts, spreading new ideas, and strictly prohibiting militia members from kneeling, I suddenly understood something.

Chen Wen was indeed trying to win people's hearts, but he did not control them.

Instead, they kept teaching them to stand up on their own!

Even he himself had always harbored unrealistic fantasies about the imperial court, which were gradually shattered over time.

The imperial court cannot be trusted!

Not only will they not save them, they will even join forces with foreigners to oppress and harm them!

Suddenly, a strange idea popped into Huang Feihong's mind, and he turned around sharply, staring intently at Chen Wen.

"Brother Chen, did you use this method on me too?"

"Completely destroyed my trust in the imperial court, forcing me to stand up?"