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Chapter 88 Can we get our hands on explosives?

“I respect you as my senior, so I won’t barge into your room, but you need to think this through.”

"This curtain can't keep you out of the world forever, and the Japanese can't protect you for life either!"

"If you don't hand over the Gong family's belongings, I'll take them myself!"

The world was a vast expanse of white. Gong Ruomei stood alone in the courtyard, confronting a group of disciples from Ma San's school.

None of the circumstances—timing, location, or popular support—are on her side.

But she still came. Many things shouldn't be done only when you're sure of success.

Her purpose in going there was to test whether Ma San still had any humanity left. If he had completely become a lackey of the Japanese, then he would stop at nothing in the future, such as assassination, poisoning, siege, and shooting in the back.

But if it could be resolved through martial arts methods, she didn't want to do that.

After all, if Ma San were killed using that method, it would break the rules, and the people behind Ma San would seize the opportunity to make trouble and remove the Gong family as a thorn in their side.

In Fengtian, a place where three forces are vying for power, the rules on the surface must still be followed. Even though the Japanese have begun to gradually erode the rules, as the weaker party, we cannot break them on our own initiative.

The consequences of national subjugation and family destruction are unbearable.

Being weak means being able to passively take hits and not daring to take the initiative.

However, Gong Ruomei was unaware that a storm that would sweep everything away was brewing.

She wanted to resolve the issue through martial arts methods.

One-on-one, those with high skill live, those with low skill die!

Ma San sat inside the house, the stove roaring and the smoke rising from the chimney to the outside.

Winters in Northeast China are very cold; without a stove, people can freeze to death. Every year, many people in Fengtian (Shenyang) freeze to death, not to mention those in the more distant areas beyond the Great Wall.

“Junior sister, Master often says, ‘It’s better to advance with one thought than to stop with one thought.’ I have lived up to that.” Ma San’s voice slowly drifted through the curtain and out.

“My father told you to be progressive, not to betray your teacher and ancestors!” Gong Ruomei said without hesitation.

"Junior sister, you're going to get married, you don't understand!"

"He can't see things clearly. The situation in Fengtian will continue to weigh on me for another ten years. How can I wait? I can wait, but can the situation in the martial arts world wait?"

"The Gong family's possessions are indeed extremely precious and valuable. If anyone is to take them, it must be someone from the Gong family. You are engaged, so if you don't follow the Gong family's rules, you can go back and wait. Wait until the Sino-Japanese Friendship Martial Arts Tournament. If you can fight your way to the top, I will be waiting for you on the peak!"

"You're not qualified now!"

Four words, the voice slowly drifted out from inside the room, and Gong Ruomei heard them clearly, her heart suddenly clenching.

She had confronted the two elders before, and they forced her to marry them. At that time, she had thought that this might happen. Now that Ma San had brought it up, she felt even more heavy-hearted.

In the martial arts world, challenges should be based on social standing. You can't just stand at the entrance of a martial arts school and challenge the master. How can others open their schools and take on students if they're always dealing with challengers?

If it's unreasonable, then we should do what Chen Zhan did and challenge each sect alone.

No matter how many people you have, whether it's a siege or a coordinated attack, it doesn't matter.

But Gong Ruomei clearly didn't have that skill.

If things really escalate, Ma San has plenty of Japanese experts behind him.

Gong Ruomei stood in the wind and snow for a full hour.

Turned and left.

Walking back to the Gong family mansion through the snow, she had finally come to a complete understanding.

I took out paper and pen and began to write furiously.

He quickly finished writing a farewell letter, sealed it, and stood there stunned for a long time. It was already dark when he finally called Uncle Jiang over.

"Uncle Jiang, please send someone to deliver this letter to the Zhang family, and return double the gifts and money sent last time."

Jiang Ming was stunned, his eyes widening slightly:

"Miss, your due date is only three months away, what's wrong?"

“Uncle Jiang, I can’t marry because of my father’s hatred.”

"But there's no need to break off the engagement."

"Resign, then I'll live in peace. I have to avenge my family and shoulder the burden of the Gong family. From now on, I have no more affection for my children."

Jiang Ming wanted to say more, but Gong Ruomei interrupted him, saying, "Do as I say."

Jiang Ming left, but returned shortly afterward.

“Ah, Uncle Jiang, my mind is made up.” “Miss, Chen Sanshui from the Six Harmonies Pavilion has arrived.”

"Hmm? A visit so late at night? Tell him to wait for me in the study."

Gong Ruomei was in Gong Baotian's room. Since guests were not received there, she did not hesitate and quickly went to the reception room, where Chen Zhan was already drinking tea and waiting.

"The Gong family's tea is indeed excellent; even a peasant like me finds it fragrant and sweet."

When Chen Zhan saw Gong Er arrive, he did not get up, but put down his tea and said calmly.

"Mr. Chen would like some, so I'll have someone bring you some." Gong Er said politely, as if nothing had happened a few days ago.

"Well, no need for that. We won't have time for tea later."

"Mr. Chen, just tell me directly, how many guns do you want?" Gong Er went straight to the point, not wanting to talk to Chen Zhan any further.

That's right, what Chen Zhan wanted that day wasn't an old stick, but a gun!
Once Chen Zhan really makes a scene, this old wooden club will become worthless.

Chen Zhan stood up and, with a wave of his hand, threw out two jujube pits, extinguishing the candle.

Gong Er also stood up abruptly.

"Have all the people outside your door withdrawn. It's not that I don't want them to hear, but if they did, they might shorten their lifespan." Chen Zhan didn't make any further moves, giving Gong Er plenty of face.

Gong Er didn't notice anyone eavesdropping outside; Uncle Jiang's martial arts skills were no less than hers.

Once outside, he said, "Uncle Jiang, he means no harm. There's no need to keep an eye on him."

Jiang Ming nodded: "Miss, please be careful."

After everyone left, Gong Er returned to the room. She did not relight the lamps, but the two could still see each other with the help of a sliver of moonlight and the silvery white light outside the window.

"Can you speak now?"

"Can you get some explosives?" Chen Zhan asked seriously.

Gong Er had just sat down when she suddenly stood up again.

His gaze was fixed on Chen Zhan, not missing a single detail of his expression.

The night was quiet, the moonlight was like water, and the two men's eyes met for a long time. Chen Zhan's expression showed no hint of joking.

"Do you know what you're saying?" For the first time, Gong Er's face showed a speechless expression.

Explosives in Fengtian City
Gong Er reported this to the Northeast Army, and Chen Zhan will be wanted immediately.

This is a period of tense standoff. The power transition within the Northeast Army has just been completed, and they hope for sufficient external stability. To carry out a bombing incident at this time would definitely be a provocation.

And the Japanese, needless to say.

What Chen Zhan wanted the explosives for, need I say more? It certainly wasn't to blow up the Fanzi Boxing Gym, was it?
“You already agreed before,” Chen Zhan said calmly.

"I didn't agree to give you explosives!"

"What's the difference?"

"No difference!"

Chen Zhan nodded, and seeing that Gong Er wasn't buying it, he said, "Since you didn't say it outright, it means the Gong family does indeed have this connection."

"How about this, I'll trade another Xingyi killing move for it?"

“Ma San’s Xingyi is a true inheritance from Master Gong, but my Xingyi is inherited from Grandmaster Liu Lanqi. I am the ancestor of Xingyi, while he is just a child. Dealing with him is a piece of cake.”

Chen Zhan was absolutely right. In terms of seniority, Chen Zhan was Tian Jingjie's disciple at this time, and was of the same generation as Li Cunyi. Gong Baotian's Xingyi style was passed down from Li Cunyi.

In terms of seniority in Xingyi (a martial arts style), he is of the same generation as Master Ma San.

In fact, Chen Zhan knew that if he forced Gong Erba, she would probably give in, but the problem was that explosives were not a martial arts manual, and it was enough to just get them.

We also need people, time, and opportunities to use it.

Therefore, Chen Zhan did not want to push too hard.

These words also stirred Gong Er's heart.

She has had more losses than wins against Ma San since childhood. In the past year, she has been busy with her engagement and marriage and has neglected to practice her boxing. If she really fought Ma San to the death, her chances of winning would be less than 30%.

"How much do you want? You won't implicate the Gong family, will you?" Gong Er had always been bold, but this was just a case of being careless.

"Don't worry, there are no names written on the explosives. I won't betray anyone, whether I live or die."

"As for the number, let Han Xin count the troops!"

(End of this chapter)