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

Chapter 139: I need to speak with your leader.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Why is there another Wong Fei-hung?"

"Which one is true?"

Huang Feihong was taken aback by the crowd's discussion and followed the gaze of the White Lotus Sect master.

Only then did she see Aunt Thirteen, and the man who was looking at her with a mocking expression.

He first widened his eyes in surprise, then couldn't help but rush forward: "Brother Chen?! You're back so soon?!"

Chen Wen also greeted him with a smile, and the two shook hands firmly.

"I set off immediately upon receiving your telegram."

Chen Wen looked Huang Feihong up and down. Although he looked a bit travel-worn, he seemed to be in good spirits. He said sincerely, "Brother Huang, you've had a hard time these past few days."

His words were loaded with meaning.

Although they made arrangements before leaving, they also used the name of the Blood Flag Army to attract the court's firepower.

However, Wong Fei-hung stayed on land with Po Chi Lam and a group of brothers, dealing with the government, foreigners, and various forces.

It may seem safe, but it is actually quite dangerous.

If someone betrays you, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.

Huang Feihong understood, and his heart warmed. He shook his head and said, "What hardship is this for me? It's just seeing doctors like before. But you guys, at sea—"

"To be honest, hearing Asu tell you about your experiences filled me with emotion. I wish I were on the ship, fighting alongside you!"

Chen Wen squeezed his hand tightly and said seriously, "Brother Huang, although we are in different places and do different things, we have always fought side by side, only with different roles."

These words were spoken with great sincerity.

The slight regret in Huang Feihong's heart immediately dissipated, leaving only the emotion of being understood and the resonance.

"Brother Chen is absolutely right!"

The brothers met and chatted happily.

This left the White Lotus Sect members standing to the side, infuriating them to no end.

The White Lotus Sect master saw that the two people were completely ignoring him and chatting idly, which was a great insult to him and the White Lotus Immortal Sect he represented!

"Damn it! I don't care who among you is Wong Fei-hung! You've messed with my White Lotus Sect, and today you'll pay the price!"

The White Lotus Sect master roared and waved his command flag.

"Charge! Kill or die!"

Although the remaining dozens of believers were afraid, they dared not disobey the order and charged forward again with gritted teeth.

This time, Wong Fei-hung made a move.

He flashed into the crowd, his legwork as swift as the wind.

With a few muffled thuds, the cultists at the front were thrown out, tumbling and falling cleanly.

The White Lotus Sect monk's eyes hardened.

Taking advantage of the moment when Huang Feihong was slightly entangled by a few cultists, he quietly slipped his hand into his sleeve, took out a small oil paper packet, and prepared to launch a sneak attack with poison powder laced with a sleeping potion!

How could his little tricks possibly escape the notice of Chen Wen, who was always keeping a close eye on the overall situation?

Chen Wen snorted coldly, grabbed a White Lotus Sect member who had just been knocked unconscious by Huang Feihong, and threw him forcefully at the White Lotus Sect master!

"Ouch!"

The White Lotus Sect monk was caught off guard and bumped right into his own people.

The oil paper package in his hand was also torn apart, and most of the powder that flew up smeared his own face and the faces of the other believers.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and weak in the legs, and fainted.

"Sedative incense? Despicable!"

Huang Feihong had just finished dealing with the miscellaneous fish around him and, seeing this, roared angrily.

Seeing that their leader had fallen victim to the attack, and then looking at Wong Fei-hung and Chen Wen, the remaining White Lotus followers lost all their courage.

But they were used to bullying the villagers and playing tricks, and they weren't willing to completely back down now. They shouted, blustering but cowardly, "Huang—Huang Feihong! Don't be so smug! Our leader is all-powerful, with boundless magic, and is invulnerable to swords and spears!"

"You ruined our ritual today and humiliated our White Lotus Immortal Sect! Our Sect Leader will never let you get away with this! You will pay for this in blood!"

"Yes! The cult leader will definitely avenge us!"

Huang Feihong already hated these charlatans who deceived the world and harmed the people. Seeing that they still dared to make threats, he wanted to go forward and teach them a lesson again.

Chen Wen reached out and stopped him.

He took two steps forward, walked up to the group of kneeling White Lotus followers, and calmly swept his gaze over them.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Please pass on a message to your leader: I need to speak with him, and I'll be paying him a visit soon!"

Chen Wen's tone was not threatening, but it made everyone somewhat uneasy.

The believers exchanged glances, and finally, fear overcame their stubbornness, and they nodded hastily: "Understood! We'll definitely bring it! We'll definitely bring it!"

"Get lost." Chen Wen waved his hand again.

The White Lotus followers felt as if they had been granted a pardon and dared not say anything more. They hurriedly helped the unconscious monk up, and, covered in dust, squeezed out of the crowd and fled in a sorry state.

Chen Wen casually winked at Xie Si.

Xie Si understood immediately and whispered a few words to the two Blood Flag Army soldiers beside him.

The two immediately and discreetly broke away from the crowd, following the group of White Lotus cultists at a distance.

At this time.

Only then did the onlookers dare to surge forward, bowing to Huang Feihong and Chen Wen.

"Master Huang! You're really skilled!"

"This master is amazing! May I ask your name? Do you take on apprentices?"

Huang Feihong looked slightly embarrassed as he glanced at Chen Wen.

Chen Wen is now a major traitor, and his identity is too sensitive for him to explain.

Chen Wen smiled calmly, clasped his hands in greeting, looked around, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, I am Chen Wen, a friend of Master Huang, and also the manager of Baozhilin Pharmaceutical Factory."

"As for taking on disciples, with my meager skills, I won't mislead any young people."

"However, our Baozhilin Pharmaceutical Factory plans to open a branch factory in Guangcheng soon, and we need a large number of workers!"

"At that time, as long as you are willing to work hard, not only will you receive excellent wages and benefits, but the factory will also hire experienced workers to teach you some basic skills for physical fitness and self-defense!"

The moment those words were spoken, the crowd erupted in uproar.

Although everyone had long heard that Wong Fei-hung owned a pharmaceutical factory in partnership with others, they never expected that he would turn out to be this fake foreigner in front of them!

The news of opening a branch factory, in particular, excited the crowd.

"Really? Manager Chen! Master Huang! You are truly kind-hearted people!"

"High pay and the time to learn? When does it start? I'll definitely go!"

"Manager Chen, Master Huang, why don't you come to my humble abode for a cup of tea?" Even the small merchants who were just watching the commotion now squeezed forward to extend a warm invitation.

For a moment, everyone who had been pointing and commenting on Chen Wen's short hair and dress was suddenly in an uproar.

All of that vanished at that moment, leaving only flattery and respect.

Chen Wen and Huang Feihong exchanged a smile and bowed in response to the enthusiastic crowd.

"Definitely! Definitely!"

Upon arriving at the inn, Huang Feihong still anxiously reminded Aunt Thirteen, "Aunt Thirteen, you must never run around like this again. If Brother Chen hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

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Aunt Thirteen fiddled with her camera, unconcerned: "It's nothing. Fei Hong, you're just too nervous. How can you take such authentic and rare photos without taking risks?"

Huang Feihong shook his head helplessly, unable to do anything about her. He then solemnly cupped his hands to Chen Wen, saying, "Brother Chen, thank you so much again today."

Chen Wen waved his hand and laughed, "There's no need for such formalities between us."

Huang Feihong led the group upstairs: "I've already booked the rooms, Brother Chen, is it suitable?"

"I trust you to handle things," Chen Wen nodded.