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Chapter 7: The Gunshot Rings Out! Form and Intent: Crocodile Form!
The woman who appeared more composed took a few steps and walked over, her face streaked with tears.

"The third square from the left, the second square from the top, turn that book."

The woman clearly didn't know the location either. She shakily turned the book around, and a square space appeared on the wall, about a foot square, containing a square box.

"Sigh, take it out."

Chen Zhan twirled the iron ring between his fingers. The old dog he had just killed with a copper coin was still fresh in his mind, and Zhang Laosan dared not play any tricks.

The woman took out the square box, a black wooden box with no fragrance. Chen Zhan had already stopped breathing.

He was careful enough.

If you fight someone and die at the hands of a master, you can accept it.

We must never let our boat capsize in a ditch.

"Open it and put it in the bag."

Chen Zhan tossed out a bag, which he had casually grabbed from the yard.

"Wow~!"

The sound of silver coins clinking filled the air as they were poured into the bag.

The wooden box was deep, and inside were some banknotes and a thread-bound book, all of which were emptied into a bag.

Chen Zhan keenly observed the words "Hong Family Iron Wire Fist".

A thread-bound book cannot be a unique copy, and Zhang Laosan doesn't have the ability to own it.

"Here's all the money. Let the third brother off the hook. We'll consider this a case of 'no fight, no friendship,' how about it?"

Zhang Laosan tried hard to suppress his anger and forced a smile, but the twitching at the corner of his mouth made him look even more vicious.

Chen Zhan remained expressionless, as if Zhang Laosan wasn't talking to him.

"What do you think, friend?" Zhang Laosan asked, handing over the bag in his hand.

How many members does the Green Gang have in Tianjin? Who is in charge?

Chen Zhan's question was rambling and he didn't answer the question.

Zhang Laosan was taken aback, but dared not refuse to answer: "The Green Gang has over a thousand members, but I don't know the exact number. The person in charge is Yuan Wenhui, Master Yuan."

Chen Zhan nodded. He was a notorious gangster in Tianjin, a name known to many in later generations.

"If Third Master doesn't die today, Chen's portrait will be plastered all over the streets and alleys by tomorrow, right?"

"How could that be? I'm just a good-for-nothing, how could I possibly have that ability?"

Zhang Laosan was filled with fear, and his tone already carried a pleading quality.

Chen Zhan remained unmoved.

The dim light flickered, and the candlelight swayed. A cold draft rushed into the room through the half-open wooden door.

Zhang Laosan shivered, thinking that Chen Zhan was thinking. The woman beside him ignored him and leaned against the wall, waiting for Chen Zhan to decide his fate.

The air inside was still, and the cold air didn't make a sound when it rushed in.

There was silence.

But now!
Chen Zhan's arm hairs suddenly stood on end, and he looked like a frightened cat with his fur standing on end, his back hunched over, terrified.

It was only for a moment!
All the knowledge I had acquired in my life flashed through my mind like an electric shock.

Form and meaning, alligator shape!

Twist your waist and rotate your hips!

Chen Zhan was short, with a hunched back and a flexible spine like a dragon or snake. His shoulders and hips were relaxed, and he moved with a sudden, rolling step.

He looked as if he had shrunk into an ancient, thousand-year-old alligator!

In a single instant, he shifted a foot to the left.

"collapse!"

The gun went off!
Flames flickered and swept past Chen Zhan's waist, the strong smell of burning clothes filling the air.

Chen Zhan narrowly avoided the bullet, a truly harrowing moment.

He leaped forward, pulled the stunned Zhang Laosan in front of him, and then, with a flick of his finger, pierced through Zhang's throat.

"Woo~"

He let out a soft, trembling sound, his head lolled to the side, and he was dead! Chen Zhan pulled him in front of him as a shield before peering deeper into the room. There, a woman who had been motionless by the bedside stood, her hands trembling as she held a Mauser pistol, commonly known as a 'box cannon'!

The gun was still smoking, and the woman was completely caught in a state of frenzied excitement.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Shooting wildly at birds! Several shots were fired in quick succession.

Chen Zhan used Zhang Laosan's corpse as a shield, feeling the force of the bullet as it struck the man's waist and abdomen, but it did not penetrate.

The woman who had opened the mechanism earlier was unlucky; she was shot dead and fell into a pool of blood.

Mauser pistol, ten rounds per magazine.

Only six shots!

There were no more gunshots until the woman collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

Chen Zhan peeked over and saw the woman lying crookedly by the bed, clearly exhausted, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead in the cold night.

What the hell is going on?
Thinking back to the current era, Chen Zhan figured it was probably because he was high on opium?

He hadn't expected this at all; it was a completely unexpected turn of events. He smelled a strange odor as soon as he entered the courtyard, but he didn't pay it any mind.

After all, he didn't know what opium tasted like.

No matter how well a modern person understands the history of that time, they still cannot personally experience certain things.

Chen Zhan didn't think too much about it. Six gunshots were extremely alarming at night and would inevitably attract a lot of attention. The police station wouldn't ignore it either.

Although the woman was collapsed on the ground, Chen Zhan was not one to show mercy to women. He shot her, and no matter what her condition was, she would die.

Having settled the beginning and the end, he picked up the bag containing the silver coins and was about to climb over the wall to leave.

The courtyard had been broken into, and more than ten people squeezed in, wielding various weapons. "Third Master! Third Master!"

Chen Zhan was taken aback. They arrived so quickly?

How could the police station be so efficient when only half a quarter of an hour had passed since the gunshot?

Looking into the room, the group of people were not dressed as police officers, but as members of the Green Gang.

From the time Chen Zhan entered until now, only the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn has passed. Zhang Laosan must have heard the commotion when Chen Zhan entered the courtyard and managed to notify the brothers in the gang.

A dozen people rushed into the courtyard and saw the old black dog lying in a pool of blood, with some blood still in the yard.

The leader immediately fell silent and led the group slowly into the house.

Chen Zhan seized the opportunity, led the other party to the door, and with a forceful thrust of his shoulders, slammed his arms into the wooden door like hammers.

The wooden door shattered with a crash, and the two men at the front of the door were sent flying. At the same time, they saw Chen Zhan's figure file out of the house. With a swaying motion, he climbed the wall in three steps and walked away.

"Cough cough cough~"

He naturally didn't want to get entangled with these Green Gang members, and his physical condition was relatively poor, so he couldn't exert himself for long.

Although killing Zhang Laosan was effortless, dodging that sudden shot took a great deal of mental effort, requiring him to use all the skills he had learned in his life to barely avoid it.

I'm still terrified.

Chen Zhan walked through the streets and alleys, touching the burnt stains on his long robe, lost in thought as he went.

Firearms are truly terrifying in their power. I wonder what level of martial arts one would need to reach to withstand them?
Chen Zhan was able to dodge that shot not because he was faster than the bullet, but because his reaction was faster than the shooter's. He instantly judged the direction of the muzzle and the direction of the barrel, and his actions began the instant the trigger was pulled.

This kind of thing is not uncommon for top experts.

The legendary divination master Cheng Tinghua was chased and attacked by more than a dozen spears before finally dying from firearms; thinking about it now, it's truly terrifying.

A few years ago, Gong Baotian served as a martial arts instructor for the Northeast Army, but in reality, it was warlord Zhang who made Gong Baotian his bodyguard.

Initially, Zhang did not trust him. Gong Baotian saw through Zhang's thoughts and stepped back twenty paces to ask Zhang to shoot him. Zhang, who was known for his marksmanship that could extinguish incense at a hundred paces, fired two shots but missed both. He then took the medicine.

This connection explains why Gong Baotian held a superior position in Northeast China, and why the Bagua Sect was able to establish itself in the region and overpower all other sects.

Information from the mind: [Killed Zhang Laosan, a thug from the Green Gang, gained 10 points of luck]

It's only 10 o'clock?
A petty boss is worthless.
He leaped out of Zhang Laosan's courtyard, with more than a dozen people chasing closely behind him.

"Splitting up to chase them is the mark of a master."

Chen Zhan was not flustered. Although he was not familiar with the terrain, visibility was poor at night. He could easily find the person by simply passing through a few alleys and hiding in the shadows.

(End of this chapter)