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

Chen Wen's words stunned everyone present.

Everyone felt indignant and resentful, and they all opened their mouths, wanting to say something.

But I can't put it into words.

It seems that nothing can express their feelings at this moment.

Hatred for foreigners? Hatred for mites?

Should we shout for revenge now? Or should we declare that we've risen up and will no longer be slaves?

It seems like everything should be done, but it's simply not enough.

They didn't know what to do or say, so they could only sit in their seats and look at each other, unable to utter a single word.

Baozhilin fell into an eerie silence.

Yan Zhendong looked at the scene and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

But he just sighed silently and drank his wine quietly.

Just then.

"Ahem!"

A weak cough suddenly broke the oppressive silence inside the Baozhilin room.

"It's Ah Gui!" Huang Feihong's expression changed, and he quickly said to Ling Yunkai, "Ah Kai, go and see him!"

Ling Yunkai responded and quickly ran over.

The crowd's thoughts were pulled back to reality. They looked in the direction from which the sound came, and the anger that had just subsided on their faces reignited.

Those were our compatriots who were shot and wounded by foreigners without provocation!

"Master! You went to see the Admiral today to discuss having the foreigners compensate Ah Gui... What happened? What did the Admiral say?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shirong's face showed shame and remorse, and he whispered:

"Master, Aunt Thirteen...it's all my fault! If we hadn't caused trouble..."

Huang Feihong waved his hand, his face full of fatigue and helplessness:

"This is none of your business. In fact, the 'negotiations' were already over before you stormed in."

"The imperial court is currently promoting 'Westernization' and is unlikely to help us. The admiral even specifically warned that the imperial court is keeping an eye on the local militias."

"As a result, you stormed in right after he said that. You walked right into the line of fire. That's why I was so angry."

Lin Shirong and the militia members who had participated in the fight then realized what was happening.

So that's how much pressure Master was under!

They not only failed to help, but actually made things worse!

Everyone looked guilty.

"Then... then Ah Gui took that bullet for nothing? And no one will pay for his medical expenses?" Lin Shirong was unwilling and clenched his fist tightly.

Wong Fei-hung sighed deeply:

"What else can we do?"

"I will do my best to treat Ah Gui's injuries. We at Baozhilin will cover the medical expenses. We can't just watch him die."

These words caused everyone in the courtyard to feel a strong sense of frustration and indignation!

Our own people were beaten by foreigners.

The imperial court not only didn't help them, but also threatened them?

What kind of world is this?!

Chen Wen suddenly shook his head:

"Master Huang, you are kind-hearted. You even paid for this vendor's medical treatment."

"But what about the other vendors? There are so many poor people in Foshan, Guangzhou, and even the whole country. How many can you help?"

Wong Fei-hung was speechless when asked the question, and a look of pain appeared on his face:

"I know, but what else can we do right now? The imperial court doesn't stand up for us; instead, it's helping the foreigners..."

Chen Wen interrupted him.

"So the issue isn't whether you help or not, or how much you help."

"The problem is that the whole thing is fundamentally wrong!"

"But what can we do? The imperial court is unwilling to help us." The militia member couldn't help but sigh, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow.

Lin Shirong had been holding back his anger, but he couldn't hold back any longer after hearing this.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his face trembling with excitement.

"We don't rely on those Manchu dogs! They've occupied our Central Plains, and now they're colluding with foreign devils to sell out our beautiful land!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and strode to the weapons rack in the corner of the courtyard. Grabbing a steel fork, he turned to all the militia members in the courtyard and roared:

"Brothers of the militia, let's go and dismantle the foreign ships!"

"Yes! Dismantle the foreign ships!"

"revenge!"

"Go with Brother Rong!!"

The militia members were also holding back their anger, which was completely ignited by Lin Shirong's words!

They all stood up, roared, grabbed their weapons, and were about to rush out with Lin Shirong.

The crowd was instantly enraged, and the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

"Shirong! Stop! Everyone calm down!" Wong Fei-hung was shocked and quickly got up to stop them, but his voice was drowned out by a chorus of angry shouts.

Just then, Lin Shirong, carrying a steel fork, was about to lead his men out of the gate.

Just then.

But someone was already blocking the doorway.

It was Chen Wen.

The surging crowd came to an abrupt halt at the entrance.

Lin Shirong glared at Chen Wen, who was blocking his way, his anger flaring even more, and he demanded sharply:

"Boss Chen! What do you mean by this? Are you trying to stop us from getting revenge?!"

When Wong Fei-hung saw Chen Wen blocking the way, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Chen Wen was going to help dissuade them.

He quickly shouted:

"Brother Chen, quickly try to persuade them!"

Chen Wen glanced at Huang Feihong, then at Lin Shirong, whose face was full of anger, and at the militia members, and suddenly smiled.

"Yes, I will stop you from going to your deaths."

Lin Shirong's eyes widened:

"Die! I'm not afraid of death! None of the brothers in the militia are cowards! Aren't they?!"

"We're not afraid to die!!" The crowd behind them roared in unison, their voices shaking the roof tiles.

"Alright, you're not afraid to die." Chen Wen nodded, but a cold glint appeared in his smile. "And what if you don't die?"

"What?" Lin Shirong was taken aback.

Chen Wen slowly said:

"If you are captured by the foreigners, they will use you to blackmail Master Huang."

"What should Master Huang do? Sell everything he owns to save you?"

"Or, we could simply publish your story in the newspapers and say, 'Look at these ignorant and barbaric people, attacking the ships of our civilized merchants without cause!'"

"At that time, you will become proof of the 'mob' in the eyes of foreigners, and you will also disgrace the Chinese people."

"This will make foreigners think we're even easier to bully, and give the imperial court even more reason to help the foreigners suppress us!"

Chen Wen's voice wasn't loud, but it stunned everyone present.

He turned pale with fright at the terrible consequences.

Lin Shirong's mouth was open.

He wasn't afraid of dying, but he was afraid of implicating his master.

They are even more afraid that their actions will become an excuse for foreigners to slander their compatriots and further oppress their country!

This kind of frustration is worse than death!

The other militia members also fell silent, their anger turning into struggle and resentment.

"Boss Chen... are we just going to let this go? Are we going to let Ah Gui get his revenge? Are we just going to stand by and watch these foreigners continue to run rampant?"

"Let it go?" Chen Wen sneered. "Of course not! I always seek revenge!"

Everyone's spirits lifted, and hope rekindled in their eyes.

Lin Shirong said urgently:

"Boss Chen, just tell us! How do you plan to report us? We'll do whatever you say! As long as those foreign devils pay the price!"

"Listen to me?" Chen Wen looked at him.

"Now I'm telling you, the first thing is to put down what you're holding, go back, sit down, drink when you're supposed to, and eat when you're supposed to."

"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback again.

"A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years," Chen Wen said, enunciating each word clearly. "If you rush over like this now, you'll only be throwing your lives away and causing more trouble. It won't do you any good."

"If you truly believe me and genuinely want revenge, rather than just venting your anger, then wait."

"Wait?" Lin Shirong exclaimed anxiously, "Wait for what? Are we really going to wait ten years? By then, it'll be too late!"

Chen Wen frowned and coldly shouted:

"What does ten years matter if we can get revenge? With patience and perseverance, the three thousand Yue soldiers finally conquered Wu!"

"Mites have ruled us for over two hundred years, oppressing and bullying us, forcing us to shave our heads and change our clothes... every single one of these acts is a blood feud! Why don't you take revenge? Why don't you rebel?"