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

As soon as Lin Shirong finished speaking, twenty or thirty men suddenly stood up in the alley and behind the teahouse.

Although they were dressed plainly, some even wore greasy aprons.

But they were all wiry and had unfriendly eyes, and they slowly surrounded them.

These people all made a living under Lin Shirong's wing and were also brothers of the militia members.

In the teahouse.

Chen Wen picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Looking at the chaotic fight downstairs, he gently shook his head.

How much money can a pork stall make? Yet it employs dozens of people.

It wasn't just Wong Fei-hung himself who was dragged down by the militia; even his disciples were struggling to stay afloat.

Unfortunately, no one was at fault.

Huang Feihong was unwilling to betray the trust of his old friend, and the militia wanted to survive while also being grateful for the favor.

Lin Shirong was loyal and wanted to protect his junior apprentice and his men...

As a result, everyone is bound together by this sense of benevolence and responsibility, sinking deeper and deeper into it, with no one able to break free.

It's really embarrassing.

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When Qiu, the leader of the Shahe Gang, saw the militia members, he couldn't help but feel a little wary.

Huang Feihong's militia was known for its fighting prowess in Foshan, especially Lin Shirong, who possessed immense strength and was not to be trifled with.

He stopped, forcing a smile that wasn't quite a smile:

"Pork Wing! We're just chasing this kid who owes us money, we didn't mean to cause trouble on your turf."

"However, I'll give Wong Fei-hung face and let it go today!"

He then glared fiercely at Liang Kuan, who was hiding behind Lin Shirong, and threatened:

"Kid, don't think you can get away with this just because someone's protecting you!"

"You're lucky today, but what about tomorrow or the day after? Let's see how long you can hide!"

"If I don't chop your hands off, I'll make sure you disappear from Foshan completely!"

Liang Kuan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lin Shirong step forward, indicating that the Shahe Gang seemed to be backing down.

Upon hearing these words, she broke down again.

Yes, we might escape it today, but what about tomorrow? And the day after?

The Shahe Gang is quite powerful. How can an outsider like myself hide every day?

In his desperation, only one thought remained in his mind.

We have to make this a big deal!

The bigger and more uncontrollable the commotion becomes, the more likely you are to find a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos!

He didn't know where the courage and quick thinking came from, but he suddenly grabbed a pig's leg and smashed it hard at Chief Qiu, who was about to turn around and leave!

boom!

The pig leg slammed solidly onto Chief Qiu's back, catching him off guard and nearly causing him to collapse.

And in front of so many subordinates and onlookers.

This is an utter disgrace!

Chief Qiu steadied himself, slowly turned around, his face contorted with rage and ferocity.

Pointing at Lin Shirong and Liang Kuan, he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"Fine! You bastard Pork Rong! You're asking for it! Brothers! Beat them! Smash this mess! Kill these two bastards!"

The members of the Shahe Gang had been itching to act, and upon hearing their leader's command, they immediately rushed forward.

Lin Shirong's side was not to be outdone.

He grabbed whatever was at hand—a carrying pole, a stool, even a meat-cutting knife—and roared as he charged forward.

The two groups immediately started fighting in front of the pork stall.

The sounds of shouting, clashing sticks, screams, and the crashing of overturned stalls filled the air.

The situation was completely out of control.

The streets were packed with onlookers, both upstairs and downstairs. Instead of reporting it to the authorities, everyone craned their necks, watching with great interest.

Every now and then, people would cheer and applaud.

Even worse, it's unknown which upstairs resident it is.

Seeing that the Shahe Gang members were being overwhelmed and beaten by the militia, someone secretly poured a basin of dirty water through the window, soaking the Shahe Gang members from head to toe.

Some people even grabbed flowerpots from the windowsill and threw them down.

Although it didn't hit anyone, it still startled the Shahe Gang members, causing them to jump around in panic.

"Damn it! Who? Who spilled the water? Who threw the flowerpot?!"

The Shahe Gang members were so angry they started yelling.

Looking up at the building, all I saw were smiling faces watching the spectacle.

Chief Qiu had already lost face by being hit with a pig's leg, and now seeing his subordinates being mocked by the people upstairs made him even more furious.

He wiped the oil and grime from his face, pointed to the second floor of the teahouse, and roared:

"Go up there a few men! Let's see which blind bastard dares to mess with our Shahe Gang! Drag him out!"

Several thugs from the Shahe Gang responded.

He grabbed a stick and rushed into the teahouse next door, running up the stairs.

There weren't many private seats on the second floor to begin with.

Most of the onlookers crowded in the corridors and by the windows.

Several thugs from the Shahe Gang stormed up to the second floor, and the onlookers scattered with a bang.

Only one young man was holding a teacup, drinking slowly and leisurely.

"Hey kid! Were you the one who poured hot water downstairs just now?"

One of the thugs pointed a stick at Chen Wen and asked in a vicious voice.

Another thug glared as well:

"Was it you who threw flowerpots?"

Chen Wen put down his teacup, looked up at the two fierce-looking thugs, and sighed softly.

"I was just wondering when would be the right time to make my move, and you guys have delivered yourselves right to my doorstep... Perfect!"

"What?" The two thugs didn't understand and looked at each other.

They hadn't realized what was happening yet.

next moment.

"what!"

Two screams echoed throughout the street.

The crowd fighting downstairs and the onlookers were all startled and quickly looked up.

Two thugs from the Shahe Gang screamed as they fell from the second floor.

He crashed to the ground with a thud, screaming and howling, and wouldn't be able to get up for a while.

Followed by.

A young woman with short hair and a dress walked out unhurriedly, looking down at the chaotic street below.

Lin Shirong used a carrying pole to knock down a henchman of the Shahe Gang.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and immediately recognized Chen Wen, blurting out:

"Fake foreign devil?!"

Upon hearing this form of address, Chen Wen replied with a sentence:

"You damned traitor!"

"You!" Lin Shirong's eyes widened. "I'm not a traitor!"

"I'm not a fake foreigner either."

This conversation left Liang Kuan and many members of the local militia downstairs somewhat bewildered.

I can't figure out what the relationship is between this suddenly appearing expert and Brother Rong.

Qiu, the leader of the Shahe Gang, also witnessed this scene and was both shocked and furious.

What's surprising is that this person was able to throw his two men off the second floor in an instant; he was clearly no pushover.

What's infuriating is that this person actually dared to interfere in the affairs of their Shahe Gang!

He shoved aside his men who were blocking his way, pointed at Chen Wen on the second floor, and shouted, his voice stern but his voice weak:

"Who do you think you are? Daring to meddle in the affairs of our Shahe Gang? Are you tired of living?!"

Chen Wen's gaze fell on Chief Qiu, and the smile on his face gradually faded, turning into deep disgust.

"The Shahe Gang? They've got quite the swagger."

"A bunch of traitors, they're asking for death!"

He called Lin Shirong a traitor, but it was just a joke.

But this guy in front of me, and the entire Shahe Gang, are all real traitors!

In the original storyline, they captured a large number of Chinese women for the foreigners, including Aunt Thirteen!

What's even more despicable is that this was proposed by the Shahe Gang in order to curry favor with the foreigners and gain their protection!

They're eager to become traitors!

They all deserve to die!