"A man?" I burst into laughter, laughing until tears almost streamed down my face. I stared at my senior brother: "You think these wounds on my body were inflicted by those enemies who were chasing me? Wrong! Senior brother! You're wrong! Terribly wrong!! As terribly wrong as I was back then! As naive as I was!!"
Then I began to recount how Huan betrayed me and tried to kill me to silence me. I fought my way through the streets of Guangzhou, only to be rescued by a kind fat man, and then barely escaped death... But I couldn't stay in China any longer! I was forced to smuggle myself abroad, and at sea I encountered a double-crossing smuggling ring and pirates, barely escaping with my life again..."
"You think I don't want to be a good person? I don't want to be an upright and honest good person? I don't want to live a peaceful and comfortable life?" I smiled bitterly, looking at my senior brother, and slowly said, "Senior brother, do you see these scars? Let me tell you, these knives didn't just cut my body... they cut into my heart, one cut at a time! They cut so cruelly! So viciously! They cut away my soft heart, my kindness! They cut away my innocence! They cut away my conscience!!"
I let it all out in one breath, feeling overwhelmed by emotion. My breath caught in my throat, and my body went limp...
My senior brother's eyes were already red. He suddenly hugged me tightly, his large hands slapping my shoulder hard. His voice choked with emotion: "Chen Yang... Chen Yang... You've suffered so much!" He paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "I had no idea you'd endured so much suffering!!"
His hands trembled as he gently stroked the hideous scars on my body. Finally, the senior brother took a deep breath: "From today onwards, with your senior brother here, no one can wrong you anymore!! With your senior brother protecting you, no one can touch you or hurt you anymore!!"
Hearing my senior brother's words, I finally felt relieved!
I haven't vented in so long! Or rather, I've never had the chance to vent!
Xiluo is my good brother, but most of the time, he's like my younger brother. He's more impulsive and inexperienced than me. So, in front of him, I have to maintain a strong presence, keeping the image of a leader he can trust and rely on!
Although Yan Di and Qiao Qiao and I have a good relationship, they are women. As a man, it's impossible for me to cry and pour out my pain in a woman's arms.
Only my eldest brother! Only my eldest brother! Only my eldest brother, who spanked me when I was a child, carried me on his back, scolded me, and treated me like an elder brother!
After Master died, I hadn't cried like this for a very long time. I poured all the grievances and things I had been holding back for so long into my eldest brother's arms.
Don't call me weak.
After all, I'm only twenty-four!
When we returned to the ward, Lei Ren cautiously looked at his father. However, seeing that both my senior brother and I had red eyes, but walked in side by side, the clever boy breathed a sigh of relief.
My senior brother didn't refuse my offer this time. I left two top-level caregivers at the hospital to look after Xiluo and Leiren, while I went back to "Baozhilin" with my senior brother.
I could finally ask the question that had been bothering me: "Senior brother, what exactly is our relationship with Po Chi Lam? Are we also descendants of Wong Fei-hung?"
My senior smiled and was about to speak when my phone rang.
The call was from Xiao Huang. He told me that he had taken care of the task I had asked him to do.
Xiao Huang, I sent him to deal with those Japanese who came to cause trouble! Hmph... They dare to bully us in Vancouver and think they can just walk away?
Part Two: The Road to Success, Chapter Ninety-Two: Historical Issues
I casually hung up the phone, and my senior brother asked me, "If you have something to do, go take care of it first."
I smiled and asked him in return, "Senior, let's put everything else aside for now. Let me ask you first, who exactly are those Japanese guys who came to challenge us? It seems like that guy covered in bandages, looking like a mummy, has some deep-seated grudge against you."
"It's not so much hatred," the eldest brother said with a faint smile. "That guy's name is Toya Mitsuo. He's quite skilled, but his character is questionable. You saw those injuries on him? A few days ago, when I went to San Francisco to visit a friend, they were sparring with my friend there. I fought them for my friend, and this guy used dirty tricks on him. I got angry and beat him up like this." The eldest brother's tone carried a hint of pride as he said this: "The things these Japanese practice only have one aspect..." Their methods are ruthless, their attacks are indeed ruthless and fierce, but this approach is completely misguided. Ultimately, it has a weakness: superficiality! Their so-called Yagyu school, their swordsmanship and kendo, all prioritize ruthlessness, speed, and ferocity. How can that compare to the profound depth of Chinese martial arts? Things like using speed to overcome slowness, slowness to overcome speed, stillness to control movement, striking after the opponent has moved… and so on. Do Japanese martial arts possess these concepts? Do they even understand them? Hmph, a bunch of ignorant clowns.”
I nodded: "Hmm, so that means it's because you defeated this Mitsuo Toya in San Francisco last time, and he's coming to cause you trouble to get revenge?"
The eldest brother thought for a moment, then sighed, "Chen Yang, there's something else you don't know... um..."
I immediately became interested and sat up straight. I smiled and said, "Senior brother, you know I've loved listening to stories since I was little, especially Master's tales of the martial arts world. Tell me quickly, I'm listening."
The eldest brother smiled and said, "Alright, if you want to know, I can tell you."
He paused for a moment, then pondered for a while: "You've heard of the Black Dragon Society in Japan, haven't you?"
"Black Dragon Society?" I paused, taken aback. My first thought was, "Is it a yakuza organization? Hmm, I've only heard that the biggest yakuza in Japan right now is the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the Kakichi-kai... I don't know much about this Black Dragon Society."
"No, the Black Dragon Society wasn't like the gangs of today. It was a very powerful organization, but that was decades ago." The eldest brother's tone was filled with emotion. "Back then, before Japan launched its invasion of China, the Black Dragon Society was a large Japanese organization. It had extremely close ties with the Japanese military. Before the invasion, the Japanese military, in order to further undermine the confidence and morale of the Chinese people, and more importantly, knowing that martial arts were a source of psychological support and sustenance for the Chinese, wanted to dismantle the myth of Chinese martial arts. So, the Black Dragon Society organized many powerful Japanese samurai and masters to come to China and challenge many of our famous martial arts masters. Heh!"
I nodded. I vaguely recall hearing about this incident before. In fact, there are quite a few folk tales about it.
The eldest brother's eyes turned cold, and he snorted, "If it were a fair and square competition, our Chinese martial arts are profound and extensive; how could these Japanese devils and pirates' meager skills compare! But the Black Dragon Society is despicable and shameless, and they collude with the military. To win, they've used every despicable and insidious means imaginable... Chen Yang, the famous Huo Yuanjia of the Shanghai Jingwu School, is naturally known to every Chinese person, young and old. He had a great reputation in the martial arts world back then, but he died after a battle with the Japanese... Hmph, some say he was poisoned. As for whether it's true or not, so many years have passed, and no one has any evidence. But considering Huo Yuanjia's superb skills and the Black Dragon Society's unscrupulous methods, it's clear to everyone with eyes that the Black Dragon Society has the support of the Japanese military." They were ruthless and cunning in their actions! While our Chinese martial artists were highly skilled, most were just ordinary people. In terms of power and influence, how could they compare to the Japanese? At that time, the Japanese were powerful, and their atrocities in China were ignored by the government, which turned a blind eye. I also know of an old boxing master in Shandong, a master of Bajiquan, who was also challenged by the Japanese. He defeated four Japanese masters in one day, but the next day the Japanese came again. Suddenly, however, his skill level seemed to have dropped drastically. On the ring, he became hesitant and timid, and was ultimately beaten to death on the ring by a Japanese samurai! Later, it was learned that the old boxing master's youngest son had been kidnapped the previous night, presumably by the Japanese as leverage…
I was furious and slammed my fist on the table. My senior brother sneered, "Those Japanese people then spread rumors that Chinese Bajiquan was no match for Japanese karate. Heh heh! When it comes to shamelessness, there's really no one in the world who can compare to them. What I'm talking about is what others know. Who knows how many other bad things they've done that are unknown to others!"
With a sigh, the senior brother continued, "Back then, the Black Dragon Society used these methods to assassinate countless martial arts masters. After that, the Japanese martial arts world and Chinese martial arts practitioners developed a deep-seated hatred for each other! Even after all these years, many of our sects still frequently compete with the Japanese. This is the grudge passed down from generation to generation! Last time I visited a friend in San Francisco, I happened to witness my friend competing with a Japanese man. I helped out and beat that Mitsuo Toya so badly. He harbors resentment and is now seeking revenge, which is to be expected."
I nodded: "So there are so many stories behind this." Then I smiled and said: "In that case, I have no worries when I do things."
When my senior brother heard what I said, he frowned and looked at me, saying, "Chen Yang, you...you mustn't do anything reckless! I know you're...well, the right way is for us to defeat them fair and square, to make them lose face! If we rely on these crooked tricks, wouldn't we become just as despicable as them?"
"Haha, senior brother, don't worry," I said calmly. "If I wanted them dead right now, I could just say the word, and none of them would leave Vancouver alive!" As I said this, a chill flashed in my eyes, but more than that, it was an aura of power! However, looking at my senior brother's expression, I smiled again and said, "But senior brother, don't worry. I won't go too far. I just want to teach them a lesson. Let them lose face, that's all. In short, I will absolutely not hurt anyone."
When my senior brother heard what I said and saw the look on my face, he knew he couldn't persuade me, so he sighed and gave up.
Seeing that my senior brother didn't object, I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I remembered the question from before: "By the way, senior brother, you still haven't told me how your martial arts school got involved with Po Chi Lam?"
The eldest brother smiled. "I knew you'd keep asking this question. Alright, I'll tell you now." He looked at me seriously and said, "Chen Yang, to be honest, our master was a descendant of Mr. Wong Fei-hung. He was a member of the lineage of Lin Shirong, a disciple of Mr. Wong Fei-hung. However, he was naturally averse to the limelight and lived a secluded life in the countryside, unknown to most. He only told me, not you. Originally, he wouldn't have told anyone, but he later told me because he couldn't bear to see his branch of the family fall into such a state." That's where it all ended, which is why he told me, so I could inherit his mantle. The sect's token was also passed down only to me. That's why you don't know. Over the years, I've moved abroad and reconnected with other branches of the sect. After much thought, and with the permission of my seniors, I finally set up the Baozhilin signboard, hoping to bring glory to the sect.” But then he sighed, “It's just that in this era, fewer and fewer people practice martial arts. Now, an ordinary person with a gun can defeat someone who has practiced for over a decade. Under such circumstances, who would still be willing to practice martial arts?”
I couldn't hear the rest of my senior brother's reflections; my mind was filled with shock, and only one thought kept repeating:
Wow, I'm from the same lineage as Wong Fei-hung! Wow! I'm a descendant of Wong Fei-hung too!!
Seeing my excited expression, my senior brother smiled, slapped me hard, and said with a laugh, "You little rascal, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Let me tell you, although you are also Master's disciple, you can't be considered a successor of Mr. Wong Fei-hung... because you haven't learned the real Mr. Wong Fei-hung's kung fu, Tiger Form, Iron Wire Fist, staff techniques, and so on! Our Master's learning was more diverse. In his early years, in addition to learning the direct lineage of the Wong family kung fu, Master also studied under other masters and learned a few other techniques. For example, the best Pi Gua Fist that you are practicing now is not a Wong family kung fu, but something that Master taught you separately."
Upon hearing this, I immediately felt deflated. However, my senior brother then laughed and said, "You are my junior brother. As long as you behave well in the future, I can teach you these skills if you want to learn them."
After he finished speaking, he looked at me with expectant eyes.
Part Two: The Road to Success, Chapter Ninety-Three: Framing
The brothers were finally reunited, and only then did the barriers between them truly disappear. Although my senior brother still had some reservations about the path I was taking, I carefully avoided mentioning these things in my words. Gradually, as we talked more, we became more and more harmonious. When we reminisced about the funny things we did together under our master, like the time I fell and broke my head while climbing trees and walls, the time I was punished by my senior brother for slacking off during practice, and the time I tore my new pants while practicing leg techniques…
Even though my senior brother is a cold-faced but warm-hearted person, he couldn't help but laugh along with me when we talked about these things.
Later, I heard from my senior brother's disciple that after he said those things to me that day, laughter kept coming from the room, which surprised all the young people in the martial arts school. Because my senior brother was usually very serious, he laughed more times that afternoon than he had in the entire year.
Being able to get along so well with my senior brother naturally puts me in a very good mood.
In the evening, I declined my senior brother's invitation to stay for dinner, and left because I had other things to do.
I didn't go into details about what happened, because I knew that if I told him, my senior brother would probably be unhappy, so I decided to keep quiet.
As I left my senior brother's martial arts school, Xiao Huang had already arrived with his men to pick me up in a car. After getting in the car, I immediately asked him, "How did things go?"
Xiao Huang replied, "Those guys are staying at the XX Hotel. Our people are keeping an eye on them from there, so don't worry. Also, they've sent people out on the street to ask about you, Brother Wu!"
I chuckled. I snorted, "They suffered such a huge loss here today, of course they're resentful. They'll definitely want to find out where I came from. Did they find out?"
Xiao Huang chuckled: "Fifth Brother. In Vancouver, everyone in the underworld knows your name. You must have found out, because their people have been holed up in the hotel and haven't come out. I asked the people at the hotel, and they've already booked a flight for midnight tonight to fly away. Looks like they know they've messed with the wrong people here... Haha."
"Hmm, are there any of our people at the hotel they're staying at?"
Xiao Huang laughed even more happily: "Fifth Brother, this is quite a coincidence. There's a guy in that hotel who works in room service. He's one of our newly recruited peripheral members, a pretty clever fellow. He was just recruited by us and is eager to make a name for himself. So I gave him this opportunity. He's quick and efficient, so he should have finished it by now."
I laughed: "Hmm, is that kid of Chinese descent?"
"Yes, but he's a native-born boy, and he can't even speak Chinese fluently."
"Okay. Once this is done, tell him to leave the hotel and find a place for him to train under one of our own brothers. If he does well, transfer him to the docks. We don't lack capable men, but we lack clever, resourceful, and intelligent ones. Understand?"
The hotel where Mitsuo and his group were staying was a four-star hotel located on a relatively busy street in downtown Vancouver. Just as we suspected, after suffering a loss that day, the white man Rocky Sue and the Korean man Lee Sung-ki immediately had a big argument with the Japanese. They had come to help the Japanese because they had received favors, but returned defeated and humiliated. They were all quite unhappy.
The Japanese immediately sent their men out to inquire, describing my age and appearance, and asking which Chinese person in Vancouver dared to be so arrogant, running around with AK47s in broad daylight... When they asked, they were told that the most arrogant people in Vancouver right now were the Chinese!
Because the current head of Vancouver's underworld is a Chinese man nicknamed "Fifth Master," a ruthless figure who holds absolute power and whose word is law. All the gangs in Vancouver act according to his wishes.
The Japanese weren't fools. Although they hadn't realized I was "Fifth Master," they knew they'd likely messed with the Big Circle. Now that they knew about the Big Circle's influence in Vancouver, how could these Japanese dare to act arrogantly? They weren't particularly powerful people to begin with; at most, they were just martial arts practitioners, half-legitimate and half-criminal. Their disciples and followers were nowhere near as powerful as a well-known underworld group like ours.
Let alone them, even the Yamaguchi-gumi would have to bow down to me if they came to Vancouver!
These people were smart enough; having found out who they'd offended, they bought plane tickets and prepared to leave immediately. However, they were still a step too late…
If they had left immediately after leaving my senior's martial arts school yesterday, I probably wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. But they stayed another night...hehe!
Mitsuo Toya was in a terrible mood. His younger brother, Hideo Toya, was the best martial artist he could find. Like in China, the Japanese martial arts world was declining, and the more developed a society became, the more severe this decline. His brother, Hideo Toya, was hailed as the most outstanding young martial artist of the past twenty years, yet he was beaten so badly by my senior brother that he couldn't even stand up after only three or four exchanges. Such a blow naturally left Mitsuo Toya almost in despair.
He originally wanted to use some underhanded tricks, but he didn't expect Lei Zhen to have a junior brother like me... With the most powerful local underworld organization backing him up, they naturally wouldn't dare to provoke my senior brother anymore.
He was leaving tonight, but just before he was leaving, while he was resting in his room, the front door suddenly slammed shut with a loud bang!
Immediately, countless fully armed and well-trained police officers rushed in! The Japanese, in a panic, tried to explain, but they had no chance to speak. Anyone who dared to move was immediately struck on the head with a rifle butt, and several policemen quickly pinned them to the ground. They were handcuffed! Some Japanese tried to resist… but the Western police didn't care! When carrying out their duties, if a suspect resisted, they were willing to actually shoot!!
Fortunately, Mitsuo Toya was smart enough to be pinned to the ground by several policemen. He tried to struggle and resist at first, but after being hit on the head with several rifle butts, although the pain made his vision go black, he immediately regained his senses and shouted loudly forbidding his men from resisting.
In no time, all the Japanese were subdued. The only one unharmed was Loki, who, being American, knew the workings of American and Canadian police. In this situation, resistance was absolutely forbidden; otherwise, even if killed, the police could easily absolve themselves of responsibility!
The South Korean man, Lee Sung-ki, was not present at the time of the incident. No one knows where he went.
After Mitsuo Toya was pinned to the ground, several police officers immediately began searching the house, turning over and checking all their suitcases and closets. Finally, two well-trained police dogs were even brought into the room to search the entire place…
Finally, after sniffing around the room for a while, the police dog started barking wildly at the mattress. Two officers immediately rushed over, quickly lifted the mattress, and found a large plastic bag containing white powder and a white, plaster-like substance inside…
Seeing the police officers around him, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, with their dark gun barrels pointed at him, and all his men who had been subdued by the police, Mitsuo Toya was completely stunned.
Even if he were an idiot, he would know that what the police found... was drugs! And a considerable amount!!
Indeed. Canada is a relatively open country, and even the legalization of marijuana has been touted... However, marijuana is ultimately only considered a soft drug. Heroin, methamphetamine... these remain absolutely forbidden!
He realized he had been framed! That was Mitsuo Toya's first reaction!
Then an officer approached him, his face grim, and coldly announced his identity: a narcotics officer with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. He then announced that Mitsuo Toya and all his accomplices were being temporarily arrested on suspicion of possession, transportation, or trafficking of drugs…
When Mitsuo Toya and the others were taken out of the hotel by the police, they were truly heartbroken!
They were martial artists, so they were definitely carrying weapons! And then, inexplicably, they were also carrying drugs… That wasn't all; what made him even more desperate was that the police not only found drugs in his room, but also counterfeit money in other people's rooms!!
In this situation, it's like getting mud on your crotch—even if it's not excrement, it still looks like excrement.
However, what awaited him next was even more frustrating. He and his men were handcuffed by the police and taken out of the hotel, only to find that a large crowd had already gathered outside to watch... As soon as they stepped out, they were met with a blinding burst of flashing lights!
Immediately, a large number of reporters swarmed forward. Although police were maintaining order outside, they were unable to stop the reporters from rushing in. The reporters not only took pictures of Mitsuo Toya, but also immediately interviewed the police officer in charge.
"We have reason to believe... this is a Japanese drug trafficking ring..." a police officer said righteously into the reporter's microphone...
When Mitsuo Toya was scrambling to be put into the police car, his accomplices were also put into the police car one by one.
And then, he finally saw me. I was sitting on the hood of a car across the street, a cigarette dangling from my lips, and I made a subtle gesture to him: raising my middle finger.
Mitsuo Toya's face turned deathly pale...
Indeed, I had the drugs planted in their room. All I did next was call my dear friend Mr. Doug, tip him off that a group of Japanese had come to our territory to traffic drugs. I absolutely would not allow these outsiders into my territory.
At the same time, it also gives Mr. Doug a good political achievement, doesn't it?
As for how long these Japanese people will stay in the police station... what do I care?
However, I have already instructed Doug to interrogate them thoroughly and show no mercy.