Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 42: He has committed countless murders and his crimes are heinous. Reward: 3000 taels of silver!

The little fox's face scrunched up as it stared at the charred knife on Chen Zhan's back and in his hand, completely bewildered.

"Three bullet holes, about half a finger deep. Just dig out the bullets."

Chen Zhan's voice made the little fox understand what to do a little. It took the knife but still didn't dare to make a move.

"It's alright, go ahead and do it, you won't hurt me."

Chen Zhan wasn't lying; even if he relaxed his muscles and skin, the little fox's strength wouldn't be enough to pierce the "Iron Bone."

It really can't hurt him.

"Then I'll try."

"This isn't a trial; it has to succeed. I'm being hunted down outside. If I can't get it out, I'll die!"

Chen Zhan's voice was calm yet penetrating. The little fox was taken aback, then nodded vigorously.

"I see!"

Although the little fox was only a little over ten years old, he was poor and had to take on responsibilities early. He didn't even have a home, so he knew more than other children from a young age.

Having experienced hunger and cold, I know what it feels like to be between life and death.

Therefore, he understood that Chen Zhan was not joking when he said he was going to die.

"Zi~Zi~"

The thin knife had just been heated, and when it entered the meat, it sizzled with a burnt smell. The little fox dug out a piece of flesh, saw the bullet inside, and its hand trembled slightly.

"Relax, just think of it as cutting pork or beef, what's there to be afraid of?"

Chen Zhan didn't take it seriously at all. Not to mention that he could withstand the bone-scraping treatment, this was just the beginning. The area around the gun barrel was covered in rotten flesh and he could barely feel anything.

"Okay, I'm going to push!"

The little fox's knife had already touched the bronze bullet, but it needed to dig a little deeper to pry it out.

The little fox thrust hard, and Chen Zhan, relaxing his muscles, managed to pierce the bottom of the bullet. With another forceful pry, a yellow bullet slowly emerged from the blood hole.

Chen Zhan tried his best to control his flesh and blood, but he couldn't completely suppress it, and a lot of blood seeped out.

Unfortunately, he hasn't reached the level of internal vision yet. It is said that when boxing skills are mastered to the highest level, beyond the realm of "Transformation of Strength," one can internally see the five internal organs and observe the flesh and blood.

Every muscle, bone, meridian, and acupoint can be controlled with exquisite precision.

In such situations, no human intervention is needed; the body automatically controls the compression of flesh and bones, and the bullet is expelled from the body in a short time.

That's truly miraculous!
The little fox panicked when it saw the blood flowing freely. It wanted to grab something to wipe it away, but then thought it was too dirty to use.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. There are still two left, dig them up quickly."

Ignoring the flowing blood, the little fox, having learned from its previous experience, moved even faster and removed the two bullets in a short time.

Chen Zhan took out a handful of herbs from his pocket; luckily, he had taken some extra from the kitchen that day.

It turns into powder when rubbed between your hands.

"Apply it to the wound," Chen Zhan instructed.

The little fox carefully applied the dregs of Chinese medicine to the wound, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

He thought it was the effect of traditional Chinese medicine, but in fact Chen Zhan gradually controlled his flesh and bones and pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding.

The little fox picked up the three bloody bullets from the ground, wiped them clean with a rag, and before it could speak, Chen Zhan said, "Here, take them."

"Hey, good."

After getting dressed, Chen Zhan noticed it was early and took out the dozen or so silver dollars from his pocket.

"Go out and buy some things, and the money you have left over will be your travel expenses."

The little fox understood the first part of the sentence and was about to ask what to buy when he heard Chen Zhan mention travel expenses. He asked in confusion, "Travel expenses? Brother Chen, what do I need travel expenses for?"

“What I’ve done is too big, and you’ve only been in contact with me, so you’re like a rootless duckweed. Perhaps the Japanese will target you.”

"If you lure me out, we'll both be doomed."

Chen Zhan spoke frankly; he wasn't the kind of person to be indecisive and leave himself with worries, in case something dramatic happened and the Japanese took the little fox hostage to threaten him into coming out.

He will never be threatened in any way; this is the path of martial arts that runs through him from beginning to end.

Those who practice martial arts but hesitate and look back, like Huo Dongge, will find themselves without a future, and their path in martial arts will be greatly limited. "Ah, Brother Chen, never mind, I won't ask anymore. Just go, I'm used to wandering anyway."

The little fox was quite straightforward. He wasn't from Tianjin either; he had wandered over from elsewhere and had seen a lot of the coldness and warmth of human relationships, so he had nothing to be attached to.

"Big brother, what do you want me to buy? Medicine?" the little fox asked.

Chen Zhan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"Buy a bottle of strong liquor, the stronger the better, and a set of black clothes."

"By the way, stock up on plenty of dry food. You're leaving tomorrow, heading north to the capital. I'll come to the capital to find you in a few days."

"Ah! So urgent. Okay, but we don't need all these silver dollars. Brother Chen, please take some back." The little fox pushed more than a dozen silver dollars to Chen Zhan.

"Just take this. When you get to the capital, rent a secluded courtyard and go to the East Gate every afternoon so you can find me."

The little fox nodded solemnly, indicating that it understood, and put away the silver dollar, saying, "Then I'll go buy it now."

Chen Zhan nodded and let him go.

The little fox is currently safe. It's only been a little over an hour since the massacre at the Buddhist temple, so it's not time to issue a warrant for his arrest.

Chen Zhan was recuperating in the cellar, and the entire city of Tianjin was in an uproar.

When the police arrived at the Buddhist center, they found a scene of carnage, utterly tragic.

The final volley of fire from the Japanese soldiers not only hit Chen Zhan, but also several monks who were fighting the fire, as well as the severed limbs, flesh and bones that Chen Zhan had created with his knife, fists, and palms.

Finally, there was a chorus of weeping.

The surviving Japanese ronin wept uncontrollably. Itagaki Ichiro was dead, and they wanted to commit suicide to atone for their sins.

The chief inspector of the Tianjin police station was a British man named Charles.

Seeing this scene made my head spin.

Too many people died, and the situation was too complicated.

There were former warlords with extensive connections, the highest-ranking Japanese official in Tianjin, monks, ronin, and Japanese soldiers.
I didn't know better and thought some kind of battle between the two armies had taken place.

After a moment of hesitation, he had no choice but to take everyone away.

The commotion here was so great that many people ran away, and it couldn't be kept quiet. Within an hour, all sorts of rumors were flying around.

For the first time ever, newspapers in Tianjin started printing at noon, working at a breakneck pace.

The things that happened this morning were simply too big.

Before the newspaper was even printed, the news had spread almost throughout Tianjin.

People from all walks of life, from thugs and ruffians to martial arts schools and teahouses, were all discussing this matter.

Chen Zhan killed Chiba Shirakawa Miyagi Nagaharu on the boxing ring and was hunted down by all sides. He thought he had escaped the city and was living a carefree life.

No one expected that after hiding for five days, divine soldiers would descend from the sky and directly pierce through the heavens.

At this moment, inside the Jingwu School.

Huo Dongge, who was recuperating from his injuries, soon heard about this and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Recalling Chen Zhan's words on the ring that day: "I am the big picture!"

That domineering aura is what makes a true martial artist, someone who can reach the pinnacle and make him feel inferior.

Now all five gates of Tianjin are under martial law, with hundreds of Japanese soldiers guarding each place, directly checking everyone passing by in front of the portrait.

However, given what Chen Zhan did, he probably ran out of the city immediately; there's no reason for him to still be in Tianjin.

Moreover, since he was injured, he would definitely need to find a place to treat his wounds.

The Tianjin Evening News, Xinjin News, and Morning Post all featured it on their front pages.

[Wanted criminal Chen Zhan: Countless murderers, heinous crimes, reward 3000 taels of silver. Report any information to the police station immediately.]

[Wanted female, unnamed: Countless murderers, unparalleled marksmanship, multiple assassinations of the Japanese Minister in Tianjin, bounty 1000 taels of silver, report to the police immediately upon receiving information.]

The message was concise and to the point, accompanied by a clear portrait of Chen Zhan.

Ye Ningzhen's appearance is not shown; there is only a hand-drawn image of her back.

(End of this chapter)