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Chapter 91 Daytime Fireworks, Dawn Blood Mist! (Brutal Massacre!)
Ye Ningzhen said no more, nodded and said, "I'll go make preparations and see if there's a chance to send them out of the city."

She had no doubts about Chen Zhan's ease in handling the situation; the key was how to clean up the mess.

Chen Zhan nodded, and the two of them could see the situation in the alley from their seats.

"Damn Chinese pig, you're usually so docile, damn it! Damn it!"

Four Japanese police officers had disarmed the three men, and He Chenjun was pinned to the ground.

As she spoke, she stomped her feet and punched and kicked He Chenjun, specifically targeting his wounds.

He lay on the ground, not feeling any pain from his wounds.

Her gaze fell directly on the tavern, and she murmured softly, "Suyun, Suyun, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm so sorry."

In his sight, he only saw a man in a black robe quickly slip through the crowd and into the tavern.

He kicked away the ronin who was lying on top of Lin Suyun, who had been dead for a while.

They ignored Lin Suyun and the ronin.

He only drew the samurai sword from the ronin's body.

"The Japanese knives they made are indeed quite good. I wonder how fast they are at killing their own kind, pigs and dogs!"

The next moment, Chen Zhan's figure blurred in He Chenjun's sight.

He suddenly felt a release in his body, and blood and half a leg bone gushed out, splashing in front of him.

Blood splattered all over him.

He Chenjun felt he could get up!
He quickly got up and saw a scene he would never forget.

Blood stained the curtains, staining his vision crimson; severed limbs lay scattered on the ground, hands, feet, and heads rolling about.
The shadows flickered continuously; the katana was too fast to be stained with blood.

It's as if it absorbs the blood as it slices through the limbs.

"what is that!"

"Ah~ Ah~!!!"

"Madman! Madman!"

"Blood, flesh, bones, all shattered, completely shattered."

He Chenjun was stunned for a long time before he heard screams, exclamations, cries, and wails from the onlookers, as well as large groups of Japanese people shouting and retreating.

The shadowy figure quickly slowed down.

They're all dead; there's nothing left to kill.

It happened so fast that even the corpses on the ground were shattered into small pieces. With a wave of his hand, Chen Zhan unleashed seven or eight sword shadows.

Then, Chen Zhan found a red sun flag in the patrol car that had just arrived, took it out to wipe his hands, and threw it on the ground.

Although it was described as a scene of carnage, there were actually only six people involved.

It wasn't enough for him to play with. The reason He Chenjun saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood was simply because he was too close. Two Japanese ronin were beating and cursing him, and four Japanese police officers were talking next to him.

Blood splattered on his face,

Actually there is another reason.

Chen Zhan was overcome with rage, and with the sharp edge of his samurai sword, he chose to devour his companion.

It's chopped too finely!

The onlookers, who were originally within ten meters, have now retreated at least a hundred meters. Who has ever seen such a scene before?

Chen Zhan appeared as if a demon star had descended, and all that could be seen in the morning mist was a dark shadow, which gradually turned the morning mist into a bloody mist.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

"Wow~wow~wow~"

It wasn't gunfire, but fireworks.

This is the edge of the Japanese consular district, separated from the Fengtian commercial district by only a wall and a gate. People in the commercial district are setting off fireworks and firecrackers.

Today is New Year's Day.

But those present, upon hearing the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers, showed no joy and no New Year celebration whatsoever.

Fireworks in broad daylight paired with the blood mist of dawn.

He walked up to He Chenjun and said, "She's not dead yet. You have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to take her to this place. If anyone comes during this time, I'll kill them all!"

Chen Zhan gave the address.

He Chenjun was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Chen Zhan, who had no expression on his face.

The black-clad demon wielded a samurai sword, but he held it with one hand, unlike Japanese samurai.

He Chenjun had lost all fear; his heart was now filled with hatred.

He wasn't stupid; he quickly made a judgment. At this moment, he had no choice but to trust the person in front of him. He scrambled to Lin Suyun's side, called out a few times, and saw that Lin Suyun was covered in blood, though not all of it was hers; there was also the blood of the ronin who had been beaten to death by He Chenjun.

His arm was broken, and his eyes were vacant.

She only reacted when she saw He Chenjun, who whispered two words in her ear.

A group of footsteps were already running towards them from outside.

He Chenjun barely managed to lift the woman beneath him, rushed out of the bar, and ran towards the Japanese consulate area.

"stop!"

"Still want to leave!"

The Black Dragon Society's ronin finally arrived after hearing the news. From the moment He Chenjun fired the first shot, someone went to notify the Fengtian Police Station, and naturally, someone else notified the Black Dragon Society.

Chen Zhan hadn't expected it to take so long.

"You two lie still and don't move," Chen Zhan said to the two police officers He Chenjun brought.

Chen Zhan wouldn't blame them, and neither would He Chenjun.

These days, everyone lives on tenterhooks. For the lowest-ranking police officer, offending the Black Dragon Society is practically tantamount to courting death.

The Fengtian clique was incompetent and dared not confront them directly, yielding at every turn from the highest levels.

Those at the bottom are even more dependent on others.

If you make the two of them risk their lives for He Chenjun, what happens after that?

Everyone has a wife, children, parents, and family; they will all suffer in the end.

Chen Zhan picked up another samurai sword, and with both swords in hand, he slashed them in a cross pattern.
"Hissssss~"

Sparks flew everywhere, and then the firecrackers on the other street were even louder, with more businesses joining in to celebrate the New Year.

The Black Dragon Society warriors are after He Chenjun.

Chen Zhan's shadow blurred as the man-eating tiger exploded into the crowd, its twin blades transforming into death scythes, ruthlessly reaping lives.

Among the Eight Trigrams, there is a technique called the Eight-Plate Knife, which is based on the Yin-Yang Eight-Plate Palm and has the characteristic of "Yin exiting and Yang entering".

Left hand "holds the knife", right hand "slices horizontally", left out and right in, right out and left in.

The footwork prioritizes the movement and shifting of the Yin-Yang Eight-Plate Palm, while the knife skills are simple and unadorned.

The eight sword techniques are all practical skills, including piercing, thrusting, chopping, sweeping, lifting, hanging, clouding, folding, collapsing, suspending, pressing, intercepting, drilling, cutting, wrapping, pushing, and chopping.

The knife moves with the body, the body is never separated from the knife, the knife and the body are one, and the movements are distinct.

Those in the distance watched as Chen Zhan charged into a group of Black Dragon Society warriors, instantly unleashing a bloodbath once more, a bloody storm of blood and gore, with corpses strewn everywhere.

It was more brutal and bloody than before.

Because the Black Dragon Society sent a total of twenty-four people this time.

The two young police officers, who were closest to Chen Zhan, were the most shocked. After hearing Chen Zhan's words, they immediately lay down on the ground, too afraid to move.

They were heading straight towards the Black Dragon Society's line of warriors.

It also allowed a clear view of Chen Zhan dancing in the blood mist. Though it was called dancing, it was not elegant at all; it was only brutal, bloody, and violent, along with an indescribable sense of "exhilaration"!

It was as if he were Chen Zhan, and he could also take people's heads off with ease from among the scum of the Black Dragon Society.

"Ah!!! What is that? Who is that person?!"

"Damn, he's a master."

"Spread out, spread out!"

Two angry shouts in Japanese, accompanied by a lot of curses, were heard, but Chen Zhan couldn't understand them and it didn't matter.

In a short time, he had already killed more than ten people. The ronin warrior leading the group only reacted afterward and quickly ordered his men to scatter. As the distance increased, Chen Zhan's killing speed slowed down considerably.

Chen Zhan was expressionless; even if he killed more dogs, he wouldn't feel a shred of joy.

He Chenjun and Lin Suyun's lives changed completely.

Lin Suyun doesn't know if she can be saved, but even if she survives, she will never be the 17-year-old girl she once was.

"Baka! Who are you? The Black Dragon Society is involved in these things. Are you looking for death?"

The ronin leading the group was dressed in a blue samurai outfit and wore a headband. His Chinese wasn't very good, but Chen Zhan could barely understand him.

But even though I understood, I didn't respond.

The only response was the blood droplets sliding off the twin blades, and Chen Zhan's figure disappeared once again.

He used the Bagua Step to survey his surroundings, then charged into the crowd, each strike aimed only at vital points, no longer seeking cruelty, thus killing more quickly.

(End of this chapter)