In the dojo, a bizarre scene unfolded: a smiling Chinese man holding two handguns forced a group of menacing Japanese ronin to retreat step by step. The ronins' samurai dignity seemed to have been severely trampled, their faces twisted in rage and gritted teeth.

  Suddenly, a ronin could not hold back, let out a loud shout and charged with his long sword at lightning speed. Chen Zikun raised his hand and shot an arrow, the long sword broke with a loud crash.

  The ronin was furious, this taichi sword was his family's heirloom, carrying the glorious history and honor of the samurai, it was ruined in his own hands, if he didn't chop the enemy into pieces, how could he face his ancestors? He didn't hesitate at all, and drew out the rib-difference again.

  Another shot, the blade of the knife broke off at the root, and the ronin was left with only the hilt in his hand. Immediately after that, three more shots were fired, all hitting the ground beneath his feet. He involuntarily jumped about to avoid the bullets, his movements extremely awkward.

  The angry crowd was about to rush forward regardless of their lives when a shout came from behind: "Halt!"

  Everyone turned around and saw a middle-aged man with glasses and an eight-character beard walking out, and they all bowed in unison, saying "Sir!"

  That man walked up to Chen Zikun, looked him up and down, and with a smile said: "I am Bei Yihui, how should I address you?"

  "I am Chen Zhen of Jingwu Association."

  The swordsmanship teacher lying on the ground angrily said: "Ba Ga, seeing the famous Hei Long Hui's Bei Yi Hui Mr., actually didn't know to bow, too impolite."

  "If you want to be respected by others, you must first respect others. What I did was just to use the same method to deal with them."

  Bei Yi's gaze swept across the room, landing on the sign that read "Sick Man of East Asia" next to Chen Zikun, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's going on here?" he asked.

  The master of the sword way hastily kowtowed on the ground and said, "Sir, recently China has frequently erupted in anti-Japanese demonstrations, burning Japanese goods and boycotting Japanese merchants. We were furious, so we went to the Jingwu Association to teach them a lesson. This plaque is for them to reflect on their actions."

  Bei Yi nodded and bowed to Chen Zikun: "I'm really sorry, I apologize on their behalf."

  Chen Zikun's gun was still smoking, those Japanese were a treacherous bunch, he had to be on his guard.

  "You've injured so many of our Jingwu members, can a simple apology solve the problem?" Chen Zikun questioned.

  Bei Yi Hui turned his head and swept his gaze over the crowd of rascals, asking faintly: "Who did it?"

  "It was Okada-senpai who took action and taught them a lesson." someone replied.

  "Oh, so it's that troublesome Ogata Takeshi after all." Kitazato Akira shook his head in exasperation.

  "What about him?"

  "The senior went to play and relaxed."

  Bei Yi Hui bowed again: "Sorry, there may be some misunderstanding here. When Mr. Okada returns, I will go with him to explain in person."

  "Can beating someone severely be called a misunderstanding?" Chen Zikun sneered.

  Just then, Liu Zhen Sheng and Nong Jin Rong had arrived, breaking through the blockade and rushing into the Jian Dao Guan. However, they were met with a scene of chaos: the sliding doors and screens were all broken, and on the tatami mats lay over ten injured men, while a group of rough-looking men stood guard, their swords drawn and eyes gleaming menacingly.

  But Chen Zikong didn't suffer any losses, and with his guns in hand, he looked spirited. Nong Jirong let out a sigh of relief and said, "Chen Zhen, we can't stay here for long."

  Chen Zikong nodded, picked up the signboard of Dongya Bingfu from the ground, threw it high into the air and kicked it with one foot, splitting it into two segments that fell at the feet of Bei Yihui.

  This kick stunned everyone present. Kicking things flying and kicking them to pieces are two completely different concepts. Being able to control the force so well is absolutely a master of legwork.

  "Excuse me." Chen Zikong slightly lowered his head and walked away with a long stride.

  The three of them left the Hongkou Stadium, Nong Jinrui wiped away a cold sweat and complained: "Chen Zhen, you're too reckless. The Japanese are full of tricks, they can't be dealt with so easily."

  Liu Zhensheng also said: "You come alone to challenge our school, what if something goes wrong, how can I explain it to my deceased master in the underworld?"

  Chen Zikong said: "Thank you both for your concern, I won't be taken advantage of."

  Liu Zhensheng said, "I've already made inquiries and found out that the one who injured Dong Ge is a man with a powerful background. He's a disciple of Shippeitaro Yoshizane, the master of Japan's Shoto-kan, named Okada Takeshi. Dong Ge can't even last twenty moves in front of him, let alone you."

  Chen Zikong smiled faintly and didn't argue back. He cupped his hands together and said, "I still have something to attend to, I'll take my leave first."

  "Nong Jingdao: 'Chen Zhen, where are you going?'"

  "After fighting and sweating all over, go take a bath." Chen Zikong casually walked away like that.

  Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinnong both shook their heads, and indeed, this disciple of Huo Shifu had a strong personality.

  Chen Zikun heard that there was a famous Japanese "money bath" nearby, so he rushed over, bought a ticket and took a shower before wrapping a towel around his waist and walking into the hot spring area.

  The bathtub is divided into two parts, with a low wall in the middle. The sound of women's laughter and conversation can be faintly heard from the other side. There are only three people soaking in the men's bathtub, all of whom appear to be ordinary office workers judging by their demeanor and physique. Chen Zikun got out after soaking for a while and walked around with a towel wrapped around his waist. He discovered a corridor leading to the back of the bathtub, where a rough male voice shouted: "Where is Mr. Okada's fine wine?"

  Then a woman carrying a tray ran in with small steps, stopped in front of a sliding door, opened the door and sent the wine in, then came out nodding and bowing.

  Chen Zikong's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly went over to open the door. This was a separate room with walls painted with Mount Fuji and cranes. On the other side of the door was a small courtyard, lush and green, with a ceramic-tiled pool in the center. A sturdy man was lounging comfortably inside, surrounded by wisps of smoke, revealing robust muscles with colorful tattoos. Next to him were a small wine jug, a wine cup, and a sword.

  The man was humming a tune with his eyes closed, and after being startled, he didn't even turn his head, saying discontentedly: "Bastard, don't you know manners?"

  "Ah, Hai, sorry about that." He hastily closed the door and returned to the corridor, muttering to himself. This guy looks like a tough nut to crack, I'm not necessarily his match. Glancing at the dim yellow light on the ceiling, he suddenly had an idea.

  Back at the entrance, I knocked softly on the door: "Okada-sama."

  "What's wrong?"

  "A small gift specially given to Mr. Okada."

  "Ah, come in." Mr. Okada's voice was full of majesty.

  Chen Zikun pushed open the door, bowed his waist and walked in. The room was filled with misty air, and visibility was poor. Okada Takeshi had his back to the door, savoring a clear liquor with a look of great relaxation.

  "What gift? Is it arranged by the shop owner? It's too extravagant, isn't it?" Ogata Takeshi said casually while wiping his neck with a towel.

  "Not a single penny wasted." Chen Zikun chuckled, throwing two live wires into the bathtub. In an instant, blue light flashed, sparks crackled, and Okada Takeshi in the tub shook like a sieve. Before long, all the lights in the bathroom went out.

  Chen Zikun quickly slipped back into the locker room, put on his clothes and left. It wasn't until he was putting on his leather shoes that he heard a shrill cry: "Someone save him! Ogata-san has fainted!"

  A group of people rushed over, Chen Zikong came out of the money soup as if nothing had happened, walked on the street, suddenly saw a large building in front with a telephone bureau sign, and instantly flashed the shadow of Yao Yilei, so he went in to ask for a call to Beijing.

  The attendant politely told him that there were no through telephone calls from Shanghai to Beijing; if necessary, a telegram could be sent.

  "That's it." Chen Zikong was at a loss, one word six cents, to make things clear, he had to spend all his family's property.

  Suddenly seeing the stamps on sale in the window, he had an idea and bought envelope stamps, wrote two letters to Ziguang Factory and Yao Gongguan respectively, and only returned to Jingwu Sports Association after finishing these things.

  As soon as he entered the door, he heard Xīao Yuǎn's cheerful voice: "Fifth Brother is back." Then a group of members enthusiastically rushed up to ask about his journey, and it turned out that Liú Zhèn Shēng had already told everyone about him defeating the Hóng Kǒu Daochang.

  The younger generation surrounded Chen Zikun, chattering and expressing their admiration. Liu Zhensheng came out with a stern face and shouted: "What's all the commotion about? Go practice your skills!"

  The disciples all left silently, leaving only Si Tu Xiao Yan.

  "What are you doing standing here? Hurry up and go." Liu Zhen's brow furrowed, scaring Xiao Yan into sticking out his tongue before quickly running off.

  "Chen Zhen, come with me." Liu Zhen Sheng turned around and walked away, Chen Zi Kun had no choice but to follow behind him. They arrived at a quiet house in the backyard, where Nong Jing Yun and Huo Dong Ge were already waiting. Their expressions were all very solemn. In the center of the room was a portrait, with a memorial tablet and incense burner in front of it.

  "Chen Zhen, come and kowtow to your master, burn incense." Nong Jinrui said.

  Chen Zikong gazed at the familiar face in the portrait, and for some reason, his eyes became moist. He lit a stick of incense, bowed respectfully, and kowtowed three times.

  "Nong Jingdao said: 'Yuan Jia, Chen Zhen is back.'"

  Huo Dongge also emotionally said: "Dad, Fifth Brother is back, our Jingwu Association has a successor now."

  Liu Zhensheng said, "Chen Zhen, since you're back, stay in the Wu Guan and don't run around randomly. I've already had Xiaoyan tidy up your room. For the time being, while Dong Ge is recovering from his injuries, you'll be in charge of leading the disciples in their martial arts training."

  "What? Me?" Chen Zikong was somewhat stunned. How did he suddenly become the master of Jingwu Association's transmission of power?

  "No matter what, you've flattened the Hongkou dojo and saved face for our Jingwu Association. This position is yours alone." Liu Zhen Sheng's hands pressed down on Chen Zi Kun's shoulders, his eyes gazing at him with sincerity.

  Chen Zikun finally understood that his senior brother was a person with a cold face but a warm heart.

  "Alright, I'll go, but first I need to return to the Da Dong Travel Agency and let my friends know." Chen Zikun was not a sentimental person, seeing how sincere Liu Zhensheng's words were, he immediately agreed.

  Everyone's face showed a smile, and Nong Jinrong said: "Your master didn't spoil you for nothing."

  Chen Zikong sighed and said: "Unfortunately, I fell off a horse two years ago and was injured. I don't remember anything that happened before that. Uncle Nong, can you tell me what happened back then?"

  Nong Jingdao said: "Ten years ago, the Guangfu Society's Tao Chengzhang brought a young boy to find your master, asking Yuan Jia to teach this child martial arts. However, he tactfully indicated that it couldn't be done through formal apprenticeship and that the transmission of skills had to be kept secret. After careful consideration, Yuan Jia finally agreed, setting aside three days each week to take Dong Ge to teach him martial arts. This boy was quite talented, born with a natural aptitude for practicing martial arts. In a short period of time, his mastery of the Mysterious Fist surpassed that of Dong Ge. The boy's name is Chen Zhen."

  Huo Dongge continued: "A year later, Master was secretly poisoned by the Japanese and died. Your master-disciple relationship ended here."

  Chen Zikong was still sighing when he suddenly thought of a question and asked: "Why did Tao Chengzhang say that he couldn't formally become his master?"

  Nong Jingdao said: "This matter is confidential, and I am not clear about the ins and outs of it. Only Yuan Jia and Tao Chengzhang knew the reason, but they have both passed away... However, I can guess where the reason lies."

  "What's going on?"

  "Because you still want to learn from other famous masters, if you become an official disciple of the Jingwu Association, you won't be able to learn other martial arts. If I'm not mistaken, you're also learning from other schools, right?"

  Chen Zikong said: "That's right, I also know Foshan Wuyingjiao, and have practiced Jinzhongzhao Tiebushan, which makes me proficient in the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword."

  Nong Jing nodded and smiled: "It seems that you have learned a lot over the years, but the thing you're best at hasn't been mentioned."

  Chen Zikun scratched his head: "What is it?"

  Nong Jinrong made a gun shape with his fingers.

  Chen Zikun suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the master and the second cabinet did not know his true identity, as this experience with the Guandong horse thieves was just one part of his own education, just like his time at Jingwu Association and Baozhilin.