Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Everyone was stunned and looked up at Chen Wen in a daze.

Having lived most of their lives, kneeling before officials, masters, benefactors, and mentors was a habit ingrained in their very bones.

Now, their new employer, who provides them with jobs, teaches them martial arts, and promises them meat, strictly forbids them from kneeling.

This unfamiliar shock was even more devastating to them than obtaining the secret manual.

The crowd felt a mix of emotions, a blend of confusion, excitement, and something indescribable, a strange sense of being moved.

Liang Kuan was the first to react. He sprang to his feet, straightened his back, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and roared:

"Yes, boss!"

"Yes, boss! We've got it!" The others also seemed to wake up from a dream, and they all stood up, clasped their hands in agreement.

Chen Wen's expression softened slightly, and he nodded:

"Just remember that. Now, everyone disperse and go do whatever you were doing!"

"Hurry up with your work, finish it quickly so we can start today's training!"

He then turned to Lin Shirong and instructed him:

"Shirong, starting tomorrow, the pork from your shop will be delivered to the factory daily in fixed quantities, and the price will be settled according to the market price. Martial arts training consumes a lot of energy, blood, muscles, and bones, so nutrition must be adequate, and meat is absolutely essential!"

"Understood! Don't worry, boss!" Lin Shirong replied loudly.

"We get to eat meat every day?!"

"Boss... this..."

The crowd erupted in uproar again, this time filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

These days, ordinary families only get to eat meat during festivals, and even landlords and wealthy families might not be able to eat meat every meal.

Chen Wen's actions are nothing short of a blessing from heaven!

They teach real skills, pay you well, and provide you with plenty of meat at every meal...

With these factors combined, the way everyone looked at Chen Wen was no longer simply out of gratitude or respect.

Instead, it transformed into an almost blind, fanatical worship and a resolute determination to follow to the death!

If Chen Wen were to raise his arm and call out at this moment...

Even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, these people would jump down without hesitation.

Yan Zhendong took it all in, his face expressionless, but he nodded silently in his heart.

Use both kindness and severity, and impart skills while offering benefits.

In an unprecedented move, these people from the lower classes were given unprecedented dignity...

This Mr. Chen's methods of winning people over are truly remarkable.

These people are now completely loyal and capable of great use.

Looking at the excited expressions of the militia members, Huang Feihong felt a mix of emotions.

He was not against Chen Wen.

I just clearly sensed that what Chen Wen was doing was definitely not simple, and it was certainly very dangerous.

If the militia members continue to follow Chen Wen, a major crisis may ensue.

But he ultimately said nothing.

These people were originally soldiers on the battlefield. Following me, they could at most earn a living on the docks and streets, gradually losing their fighting spirit.

Chen Wen is capable, shrewd, and possesses an unfathomable ambition.

Following him might actually lead to something worthwhile, which is better than letting things rot in my hands.

Huang Feihong sighed inwardly, unable to tell whether it was a sigh of emotion or helplessness.

"Master Huang." Chen Wen's voice rang out from the side.

Huang Feihong composed himself and turned his head:

"Brother Chen?"

"Those guys from the Shahe Gang have been released," Chen Wen said, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather.

Huang Feihong was taken aback:

"They're released? Weren't they all locked up by the constables during the last fight? Brother Chen, you spent a fortune to bail out your militia brothers, what happened to them...?"

"What's so hard to understand?" Chen Wen smirked, but there was no real smile in his eyes. "The Shahe Gang has been able to bully and oppress the locals in Foshan for so many years, just with a few dozen thugs?"

"They have powerful connections! Detaining them for a few days is good for appearances; once things calm down, they'll be released naturally."

Wong Fei-hung's face darkened, and he cursed under his breath:

"Damn it! How can the government be so incompetent, colluding with local thugs and bullies!"

"The government? The imperial court?" Chen Wen glanced at him. "Master Huang, the imperial court and these scoundrels have always been in cahoots."

"It would be strange if you still had any hope for such a court."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Huang Feihong's face.

Chen Wen's words struck a nerve with him. He still held onto a sliver of hope for the law and the government.

Just like this time when the vendor was injured, he still went to report it to the authorities, hoping that the yamen runners could uphold justice.

At this moment, Chen Wen pointed out his mistake, and he was speechless for a moment.

Chen Wen did not continue to criticize the other party.

After all, mites have ruled China for over two hundred years, and people have even forgotten the clothing and customs of their ancestors.

Blaming the victims is completely pointless and should not be done.

"I'm bringing this up not to argue with you about the imperial court. I'm just reminding you that the Shahe Gang has lost face this time and will definitely not let it go."

"Master Yan and I are here at the factory, but you need to be careful at Baozhilin."

Huang Feihong regained his usual composure and nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen. I can handle this bunch of hooligans."

"I know you are highly skilled in martial arts, and they are no match for you," Chen Wen shook his head. "But it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. You need to be wary of them using underhanded tactics."

"For example, if someone sneaks into your Po Chi Lam shop in the middle of the night and sets it on fire, it's never a bad thing to be prepared."

"Arson?" Wong Fei-hung was genuinely surprised. "Po Chi Lam is in the city, with neighbors on both sides. If a fire breaks out, it will be no small matter! They... really dare to be so lawless?"

"Never overestimate the bottom line of those kinds of people," Chen Wen said firmly. "You can only be a thief for a thousand days, not a thief for a thousand days."

"Actually, there is a way to eliminate future troubles once and for all."

Huang Feihong pondered for a moment:

"Brother Chen, do you mean to find a way to collect evidence of their past crimes, submit it to the authorities, so that those who were protecting them will no longer dare to shield them, and they can be brought to justice and imprisoned?"

Chen Wen's expression turned somewhat strange.

Upon hearing Huang Feihong's reply, Yan Zhendong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but snort coldly:

"As long as evil people are alive, they are capable of doing bad things. The only way to solve this once and for all is to kill them all!"

Chen Wen nodded in agreement.

"this……!"

Huang Feihong gasped, and Aunt Thirteen next to him covered her mouth in fright.

They looked at Chen Wen and Yan Zhendong with eyes full of horror.

How could these two guys talk about killing so easily and casually?

However, it seems there's some justification for it.

Yan Zhendong came from Shandong and was skilled in Iron Shirt and Chaquan, so he was very likely a member of the Boxers.

For him, murder and rebellion were things of the past.

Although Chen Wen was young, he had also been captured as a piglet and almost fell into hell, suffering torture and dying.

He came back from abroad and has killed countless people.

Huang Feihong practiced martial arts for many years, and the title of Foshan's number one was not earned through modesty.

Of course, he's not one to be soft-hearted or merciful.

But this isn't about killing one or two people!

Did they kill all the members of the Shahe Gang, who numbered several dozen?

"Those thugs may have committed many evils, but most of them were forced into that situation and their crimes did not warrant death."

"We can't kill them all!"

"I'll take a look at these skills first and teach them to everyone as soon as possible..."

Wong Fei-hung found it hard to agree with the two men, so he quickly pretended to study the basic kung fu manual in his hand and opened the top book, "The Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge".

"This Eight-Sword Breaking Technique... looks quite exquisite and practical; it's a sword technique for fighting on the battlefield."

"Back when I followed Lord Liu Yongfu, the Black Flag Army also had a large sword squad that was very skilled at charging into enemy lines and breaking through enemy lines!"

"Especially the captain of the broadsword squad, he's a master swordsman, his skill is on par with mine!"

"Unfortunately, in the later fight against the Japanese pirates, the entire Big Sword Brigade... was wiped out."