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Chapter 9 Four Years
end of 1945.

Hong Zhennan invited a Chinese who was fluent in Japanese to be Hong Chen's tutor.

Although he had decided to go to Japan, he still allocated more time to the latter every day between learning Japanese and practicing kung fu.

However, as the news about the warehouse massacre intensified, it was inconvenient for Hong Chen to go out, so he spent a lot of time learning Japanese.

In mid-1946, Hong Chen finished his studies and set off from Hong Kong, taking a ship to Japan.

The Japanese did not have an easy life after their defeat. There was inflation, prices rose sharply, a large number of workers in military supply factories and returning soldiers lost their jobs, there was a food crisis, insufficient industrial production capacity, and people's livelihood was in decline.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Hong Chen.

His mercy is not cheap.

His goal remains the same - to kill.

Kill those who deserve to die but haven't.

Because Hong Chen did not disguise the scene and his methods were extremely cruel, the Japanese knew it was a retaliatory assassination from the moment he made his first move.

However, they had offended too many people, so they had no idea who was behind the attack and could only strengthen security measures.

But Hong Chen saw the limitations of this era clearly.

Decades later, someone could assassinate the prime minister in public, but now he was just going to kill a bunch of losers.

What's more, the enemy was in the open while we were in the dark, and Hong Chen took advantage of the situation by acting deliberately.

It took Hong Chen half a day to go from one person to ten people.

But it only took him two months to go from ten people to a hundred people.

Handy.

He replicated and implemented all the assassination methods he had learned from various channels. I believe this would be enough to make those who were chasing after him rack their brains and become furious.

Simultaneously.

Hong Chen is also constantly challenging local masters.

As for the elderly, considering the current economic environment, it is better to send them away first and not waste food.

Those who are in their prime should consider the young man’s opportunities to succeed and let him go first so as not to block his way.

For those young people, considering the hardships and twists and turns of life, let them go first so that they don’t have to experience suffering.

From the beginning, they came to challenge openly, but as the challengers were killed one by one, the Japanese finally realized what was going on, so they set up an ambush in advance, and Hong Chen almost got caught. After beating everyone present to death with his fists, he barely left with his seriously injured body.

Afterwards, he turned from open to covert, learning Feng Yuxiu and secretly challenging him.

It not only differentiates between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death.

The Japanese were also knowledgeable. After analyzing the traces of people being killed by Hung Gar, Hung Gar became completely famous in this land.

But still no one connected this martial arts fanatic who would kill people at will with the person who was constantly assassinating people in real time.

Hong Chen's life is not easy.

Being tracked and hunted down is the norm.

Sometimes I can't sleep for days.

After all, this is someone else's territory.

But Hong Chen never regretted his choice for a single moment during his difficult escape.

Because this is the kind of pressure and environment he wants, and even this kind of life makes him more excited, with his adrenaline surging and dopamine secreted rapidly.

Some people can get happiness from music, some from food, and some from exercise.

Hong Chen's happiness comes when he is under both psychological and physiological high pressure, beating the enemy to death while the enemy can never catch him.

Of course, he is not a pervert. Every time he kills someone, he always goes shopping quietly, eats something, drinks some wine, grows flowers, walks the dog, and relaxes himself. He also doesn't want to have psychological problems because of these devils, which would be too costly.

end of 1948.

Hong Chen breaks through the barrier and achieves perfection in Hung Fist!
He was very happy, but not just about the breakthrough itself, but also because his killing speed could be increased.

Another year later.

The number of souls killed by Hong Chen dropped sharply.

It’s not that he is no longer capable, nor is it that the local military and police have suddenly become stronger.

But the people he wanted to kill were almost all dead, and the rest were either hiding or

The price is that Hong Chen can no longer live in the city. He can only live in seclusion in the mountains and go out occasionally.

This was obviously worth it. Besides, it took three years to be pushed to this point, and he was very satisfied with his performance.

Early 1950.

evening.

The golden light of dusk spread across the entire Wharf.

A car drove into the dock, passed through the bustling crowd, and stopped at the port.

The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the rear door.

Hong Zhennan got out of the car first, then turned around and took a fat boy holding a lolly from his wife.

"Honey, is Xiaochen coming soon?"

Hong Zhennan held his son in his arms, looking out at the sea, and smiled: "Well, he wrote to say that he will arrive today, so I guess the time is about right."

Just as he finished speaking, a cruise ship appeared on the sea surface in the distance.

"Is that the one?" the master's wife asked, pointing.

"definitely is!"

After a while, the ship approached.

Hong Zhennan handed his son to his wife, put his hands behind his back, and stared at the ship with a pair of bright tiger eyes, searching quickly.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Not long after.

Hong Zhennan opened his arms and hugged Hong Chen tightly, patting his back with his hands.

Although Hong Chen was bent over by his big belly, this only made him more moved by the reality of the moment.

The master's wife held her son in her arms and stood by, watching and giggling.

After a while, Hong Zhennan finally let go of Hong Chen, but his hands were still tightly holding Hong Chen's arms, and his eyes kept looking him up and down.

"A little darker, but stronger and more handsome!"

Hong Chen nodded shyly.

Hong Zhennan approached him and lowered his voice: "I asked someone to find out what happened over there. Good boy, you did a good job. You didn't lie to me at the beginning. Also, your eyes told me that you were not immersed in the mood of killing."

"Master, before I left, you kept emphasizing the principles of movement and stillness, so every time I made a move, I would deliberately look for some ways to relax and adjust my emotions."

Hong Zhennan nodded, "Then what about you now..."

Hong Chen laughed: "It's considered a great success."

"Okay!" Hong Zhennan shouted and patted Hong Chen's shoulder heavily.

Then, he still held Hong Chen's wrist, turned around and said, "Let's go! Go home with Master! Today, our family will welcome you back, and tomorrow, we will invite all your fellow disciples to have a banquet to celebrate for you!"

Hong Chen hurriedly said: "Master, it's okay for the family to have a meal together, but it's probably not appropriate to celebrate in a big way. What if..."

Although he didn't say it out loud, his meaning was very clear, because what he did was so huge, if it was known by someone with ulterior motives, even if they didn't know he was the killer, they might be able to infer that he was the Hung Gar master who came to challenge and was determined to kill.

This is also the reason why Hong Chen wrote to Hong Zhennan and told him not to bring too many people to pick him up.

Unexpectedly, the master didn't say anything, but the master's wife spoke.

"Xiao Chen, don't worry. When you left, your master told others that you were going to study in the West, not in the East."

Hong Chen was stunned: "This... can be kept secret? My Japanese teacher..."

"He's dead." Hong Zhennan interrupted.

"what?"

"What's that look on your face, little brat? You don't think it was me who did it, do you?"

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows, his meaning was obvious.

The master's wife smiled and said, "Xiao Chen, you really misunderstood your master. Your teacher fell ill and died not long after you left. After your master knew about this, he decided to inadvertently reveal your whereabouts to others."

Hong Chen finally understood.

"Master, I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

"Hey, stop talking nonsense and get in the car and go home!"

"Yes, Master!"

(End of this chapter)