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

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Admiral Fucha was holding a cup of freshly brewed fragrant tea, pondering what to do once Chen Wen's document and contract were delivered.

He could reap a huge profit of 60%, which would be like mountains of gold and seas of silver flowing into his home.

Just thinking about it makes me feel good.

But they waited and waited, from morning till evening, without seeing a single person.

The smile on Admiral Fucha's face slowly faded.

"Is this Chen Wen... perhaps trying to toy with me?"

His face darkened, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

That kid looks obedient, but he's actually very cunning!

Upon considering this possibility, Admiral Fucha slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"Someone come here!"

"My lord!" came the voice of the yamen runner outside the door.

Just as he was about to order his men to raid and shut down the factory.

When we teach that arrogant brat a lesson.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps and a commotion came from outside.

"My lord! My lord! Something terrible has happened!"

Huang Feihong practically rushed in, his face showing clear anxiety and panic, completely losing his usual composure.

Admiral Fucha was already seething with anger, and seeing this only made him more agitated:

"Huang Feihong! What are you doing here again? Where is Chen Wen? Where are the documents I requested?"

"Sir! Brother Chen is missing!" Huang Feihong reported urgently. "He was supposed to come to the yamen to deliver some documents to you, but he disappeared shortly after leaving home!"

"A neighbor saw him being forcibly abducted by foreigners!"

"What?!" The teacup in Admiral Fucha's hand crashed to the ground and shattered.

He suddenly stood up, his expression instantly changing.

"Arrested by foreigners? This...how is this possible! Didn't I already promise to hand over 20% of the profits to them? How dare they still..."

He immediately realized the key point, and his heart sank.

Without Chen Wen, who can run that pharmaceutical factory?

Wong Fei-hung? He runs a clinic and a factory? And those militiamen? They're even less reliable!

This money tree, which is about to grow into a mature plant, will be uprooted and taken away by someone.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents!

What's more, it cuts off the financial lifeline of Admiral Fucha!

Governor Fucha was shocked and angry, but also felt a deep sense of heartache.

Those two greedy foreign devils!

They clearly agreed to split the profits, yet they're trying to bypass him and take it all for themselves! They're completely disregarding him!

Huang Feihong quickly spoke up from the side:

"My lord! There's no time to lose! Let's go and demand our release!"

Governor Fucha was taken aback by his question, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, and his voice lowered:

"If they are really inside the concession, or on a foreign ship... then according to the treaty, I... I have no right to lead troops to enforce the law there."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihong's expectant expression instantly turned into one of astonishment.

He stared blankly at Admiral Fucha.

Although the arrest of Chen Wen was a hoax, the admiral's reaction at this moment was genuine.

Foreigners openly kidnap people on your territory, and you, as the highest-ranking local official, simply dismiss it with a statement that you have no authority to enforce the law?

He seemed to hear Chen Wen's cold laughter once again.

I had actually harbored illusions about this kind of court before...

But he immediately remembered Chen Wen's instructions, suppressed the complex emotions surging within him, and adopted an even more anxious tone:

"Sir! What should we do? If Brother Chen is taken overseas by them, the factory will be completely finished! How will we make money then!"

The money is gone!

Admiral Fucha immediately grasped the key point.

He could disregard the face of the imperial court and the lives of the common people, but he could never lose his own gold and silver mountains!

We must get Chen Wen back!

He gritted his teeth, disregarding everything else, and abruptly swung his sleeve:

"Let's go! Gather everyone and head to the docks to assess the situation!"

After saying that, he didn't care about being friendly and harmonious with the foreigners anymore and hurriedly walked out.

Huang Feihong watched the other person's hurried figure, his feelings extremely complicated.

When this guy heard that Chen Wen had been arrested, he didn't dare to mess with the foreigners, but as soon as he heard about money, he immediately changed.

Is this the kind of court he trusted?

No wonder Chen Wen always mocked him.

I am indeed hopelessly stupid.

It's not too late, though. Waking up a day earlier or a day later is better than pretending to be asleep forever.

He sighed softly and followed.

A moment later.

A large group of yamen runners poured out of the governor's office and, led by Governor Fucha himself, rushed toward the dock.

The sky grew increasingly dark.

The moon hung high in the sky, but was obscured by layers of dark clouds, and a misty fog rose near the dock.

On the dock.

A large area enclosed by thick bamboo and wood stands out.

Inside, you can see Western-style buildings and warehouses, and the people coming and going at the entrance are all foreigners with guns.

This was the foreign concession.

It is clearly Chinese land, yet only foreigners are allowed to enter.

Not far away, in a patch of grass.

Seeing the foreign soldiers swaggering around on his own soil, Yan Zhendong turned pale with anger and muttered:

"Outrageous! This is our land!"

"Silence." Chen Wen shouted in a low voice, while also carefully observing the situation in the concession.

Apart from them, Lin Shirong, Liang Kuan, and the militia members all lay prone in the grass, holding their breath.

An barely suppressed rage surfaced in everyone's eyes.

They were originally the Black Flag Army, and their uprising was originally to resist foreigners and the Qing government, but they were forced by circumstances to become a local militia.

The grievances of the vendors being beaten, the Shahe gang oppressing the villagers, and the government's bias towards foreigners.

It had been building up in my heart for far too long.

But Chen Wen had been holding back, not letting them die in vain. Now, it seems that the opportunity is finally coming!

"Look! Master is here with that dog admiral!" Lin Shirong, with his sharp eyes, reminded him in a low voice.

Huang Feihong led Admiral Fucha and a large group of yamen runners, and hurriedly arrived near the entrance to the concession.

"Everyone, await my command!"

Chen Wen immediately gave the order, and in an instant, only the rustling of the wind blowing through the grass could be heard in the bushes.

The foreign soldiers guarding the entrance to the concession had already spotted the large group of people and immediately became tense, raising their rifles and pointing them at the approaching group.

Shout loudly:

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

One of the accompanying interpreters quickly stepped forward and shouted:

"This is the admiral of this city! He knows your captain! He has urgent business to discuss with the captain! Please let us in!"

The foreign soldier captain opposite showed no respect whatsoever, maintaining a tough stance:

"Whoever you are! This is the concession! No one is allowed to enter without permission! Back off! Back off immediately!"

Huang Feihong, standing to the side, spoke calmly yet clearly to Admiral Fucha:

"My lord, you see, he's just a lowly foreign soldier, yet he dares to yell at and obstruct you, a first-rank official of the imperial court. It's utterly disrespectful."

Admiral Fucha's face flushed red and then turned pale.

He was indeed afraid of foreigners, but he was even more afraid of the power behind them and the reprimands from his superiors.

To be publicly reprimanded by a mere gatekeeper, with so many subordinates watching behind him, is utterly humiliating.

He could even feel the disdainful looks from the constables behind him.

He couldn't help but glance at Wong Fei-hung with some annoyance.

This guy talks too much!

It's obvious enough, why say it out loud?

But we can't waste any more time, Chen Wen, our cash cow, is about to be taken away!

Admiral Fucha was both angry and anxious. He steeled himself and took two steps forward, raising his voice and adopting his official authority:

"Listen up, you inside! You've captured our man, hand him over immediately! Otherwise, I will not rest in peace!"

He said this in response to Chen Wen's arrest.

But to those foreign soldiers who were feeling guilty, it was a different story.

Could it be that the plot to capture piglets has been exposed, and the authorities are coming to cause trouble?

They dared not let them in!

The two sides were immediately locked in a stalemate at the door. The foreign soldiers raised their guns higher and shouted more urgently, but refused to let anyone in.

In the distant grass.

Lin Shirong was furious and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath:

"That spineless coward! He'd arrest someone if you just insulted him."

"The foreigners had their guns pointed at him, but he didn't dare utter a single word!"

"This is our territory! Let's just lead our men and barge in!"