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Chapter 55 A Heavy Past (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Brothers)

Today, the eldest brother also jumped out of his room.

Although he can't walk with his left leg, the good news is that he can barely walk with his right leg.

The family meals were generally harmonious and peaceful.

"Eat more, you're so thin!" Huang Meizhen kept putting food on Shufen's plate. "Take whatever you like."

"Mom, I want one too!" Chen Wuqi held out the bowl directly.

"You're so big, do you still need someone to feed you?" Chen Hanliang glared at him, and Chen Wuqi immediately took the bowl back.

A cacophony of wailing, cursing, and crying erupted from upstairs.

Huang Meizhen, unaware of what had happened, immediately opened the door to see what was going on, then opened the iron gate and went out to inquire.

He turned back in no time, and said mysteriously:

"That gossipy old woman upstairs, surnamed Yu, got her comeuppance. Someone just threw a whole room full of excrement at her! She can't even eat her New Year's dinner now." Huang Meizhen glanced at Shufen as she spoke.

"We're eating, can we not talk about this?" Chen Hanliang said irritably.

"You know, you can't be too immoral, or you'll get your comeuppance sooner or later!" Huang Meizhen muttered.

“I used to work at the martial arts school, but now I’m busy practicing martial arts, and working takes up too much of my time. I’ll ask my senior brother if Shufen can go and clean up, and she can stay at the martial arts school at night. It’s 1500 yuan a month,” Chen Wujun suddenly said during dinner.

"It's just a cleaning at night, and it includes accommodation. It's 1500 a month. That's a good deal. You should ask the owner!" Huang Meizhen immediately became interested.

Shufen also looked up at Chen Wujun, her eyes filled with anticipation.

At such a young age, she already understood the fickleness of human relationships and could distinguish between good and bad.

"I'll ask in a bit, I don't think there'll be any major problems," Chen Wujun said.

Are you going to the martial arts gym later?

"I have to go to my master's place! I'll be back in the middle of the night," Chen Wujun said.

“Then I’ll cut some roast meat, and you can take it over,” Huang Meizhen said.

"Get two more bottles of wine, the two on the shelf," Chen Hanliang said. The wine on the shelf was one he had saved up, and he himself was reluctant to drink it.

Chen Wujun received a lot of care at the martial arts school. He used to work there, and when he went to the master's place at night, he couldn't go empty-handed.

Huang Meizhen quickly finished her meal and went to watch the excitement again.

Half an hour later, he returned satisfied, cut some roast meat for Chen Wujun, and took two bottles of wine from the shelf and put them together.

Chen Wujun carried his things and went straight to the gambling den.

At this time, there were fewer gamblers in the gambling den.

However, it gets lively after 8 o'clock, and it's even more lively during the Spring Festival than usual.

Although there weren't many customers, the gambling den was far from deserted. The henchmen who had nothing to do were all there, and the food was all prepared.

"Brother Jun, let me toast you! Brother Jun is not old, but he is skilled and intelligent. I admire him the most!" Afei picked up the wine glass directly.

“You guys are still stuck at the gambling den during the New Year, so I came over to have some New Year’s Eve dinner with you.” Chen Wujun smiled, clinked glasses with A Fei, and drank half a glass of beer.

After Ah Fei, it was Curry's turn, followed by the henchmen offering toasts.

After finishing his meal at the gambling den, Chen Wujun carried a lot of things out of the city.

It wasn't just what his family told him to bring; he had already had it prepared.

Arriving at Ma Tau Wai, we found it filled with old tenement buildings, making it even more bustling than the former Walled City.

Knocking on Zhou Qing's door, it was his senior brother Li Yaozu who opened it.

"I thought you were coming tomorrow!"

"I brought some groceries!" Chen Wujun said with a smile.

"Come in!" Senior Brother Li took the things from Chen Wujun's hands and carried them to the kitchen.

"Master!" Chen Wujun came in and saw Zhou Qing watching TV on the sofa. It was a recently popular TV series called "Starry Night Adventure: The New Generation".

"Find a place to sit down," Zhou Qing said, glancing up at him.

"Master, you're looking at this too?" Chen Wujun sat down on the sofa and said with great interest.

I never expected that someone like my master would watch this kind of sci-fi movie.

As Chen Wujun watched, he chatted idly: "Master, when do you think we'll be able to go to space? Like in the movies, piloting a starship..."

Zhou Qing's expression shifted several times, but he didn't respond for a long time.

Before long, Chen Wujun went over to help Senior Brother Li move the table and put all the dishes on it.

To Chen Wujun's surprise, there were three of them, but Senior Brother Li set out four sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"Senior brother, are there more people coming?"

"No." Although Senior Brother Li said this, he still placed four stools.

A moment later, Master Zhou Qing took a photo out of the room, placed it in one of the spots, and then picked up a wine glass, poured a glass of wine, and placed it in front of the photo.

Chen Wujun then realized what was happening and curiously peered into the photo. He saw that there were thirteen people in the photo, both men and women, ten men and three women.

Some looked like old farmers, still holding pipes and with worried expressions; others looked like ordinary people, dressed in sportswear and not particularly good-looking; and there were also beautiful women, dressed in fashionable clothes, yet full of heroic spirit...

These people all have one thing in common: broad shoulders, strong physique, and full of energy, exuding a unique style. They are clearly martial arts practitioners.

Chen Wujun looked several times before finding his master, Zhou Qing. In the photo, Zhou Qing looked to be around thirty years old, much younger than he is now, and full of vigor.

"Master...who are they...uncles and senior uncles?" Chen Wujun wondered.

"no!"

Zhou Qing picked up his wine glass, raised it to the air, and then tilted his head back to drink it.

After a long while, he picked up his chopsticks, pointed to the old farmer in the photo, and said calmly, "He is Zhuang Huai, just like you see, a farmer. The wolf fist you learned is his specialty."

He then pointed to a man in a suit and glasses who looked somewhat refined: "His name is Yin Zhou. The Spirit Ape Hanging Beam Stance you've been learning is his family's kung fu..."

He then pointed to a man with a muscular build, as strong as a bear: "His name is Yang Dianqing. He practices Yixingquan. The 'Old Bear Embracing a Tree' style you learned is from his lineage..."

Then she pointed to a woman in her thirties wearing sportswear: "Her name is Cheng Lin. The Dragon Palm technique you learned is passed down from her lineage..."

Zhou Qingping casually pointed out a few people, but Chen Wujun felt a heavy weight in his heart.

It seemed that every word Zhou Qing spoke and every person he pointed out carried great weight.

"Master, what are they doing now..." Chen Wujun asked softly.

“They’re dead!” Zhou Qing said calmly. “So don’t mention these people’s names to anyone.”

"Understood!" Chen Wujun nodded.

He had a vague feeling that Zhou Qing was likely involved in something big.

So when I first became an apprentice, I told myself not to reveal who my master was.

The kung fu I learned was passed down from these people. They must have been great masters, but they are all dead, and their names cannot be mentioned to outsiders.

I must never let anyone know who my master is, or I might get beaten to death.

"Master, what's your specialty?" Chen Wujun asked, his eyes darting around as he sensed the somewhat somber atmosphere.

"You'll find out later," Zhou Qing said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wujun stopped asking questions and changed the subject to some issues he had been pondering over the past few days while working on the Swimming Dragon Palm technique.

Zhou Qing answered them one by one.

At 11:30 p.m., Chen Wujun left Zhou Qing's place and walked home while pondering.

'I wonder what trouble Master has gotten into, or what kind of big problem he's gotten himself into.'

'So many top experts, and they're all dead.'

Chen Wujun couldn't come up with any solution either, and after a moment he put the matter aside.

'Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with me.'

'The important thing is to keep it a secret from everyone else.'

Back in the village, Chen Wujun suddenly thought of something fun.

"They said Shufen is now living off the kindness of many families, but I never imagined I'd also be learning a variety of martial arts styles!"

……

The next morning, Chen Wujun went to the gambling den carrying a small bag.

A stack of red envelopes was stuffed into the small bag.

"Brother Jun, Happy New Year! May your life be prosperous and successful!" The henchman immediately launched into a string of New Year's greetings upon seeing Chen Wujun.

"Such nice words...yours!" Chen Wujun handed over a red envelope.

He put 100 yuan in each red envelope.

After spending more than an hour in the gambling den, distributing red envelopes to Curry and his men, Chen Wujun went to find Ah Hao and together they went to Shark Nine's place.

Shark Nine's residence is on the twelfth floor of the Gemdale Finance Building. It consists of five apartments combined together, totaling approximately 1600 square feet, which is considered a luxury residence in the Kowloon Walled City.

"Sister Shark Nine, Happy New Year! May your life be prosperous and thriving!" Chen Wujun greeted Shark Nine with a beaming smile.

"Laughing like that... You're such a grown man, are you waiting for a red envelope?"

Shark Nine took red envelopes from the cabinet by the door and handed them to Chen Wujun and Ahao, clearly having prepared them in advance.

"come in!"

Chen Wujun squeezed the red envelope; it was quite thick, probably containing 1000 yuan.

After entering, I looked around. The entire house had a cement floor. There was a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room. The living room was empty except for a sofa.

Aside from its size, the house was very simple in other aspects.

However, Chen Wujun had only taken a few steps when his gaze suddenly sharpened.

In the middle of Shark Nine's living room, there were concentric circles of footprints on the floor, as if they were engraved on it, incredibly clear.

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