Chen Zikun subconsciously turned around and saw the young man who was leading his disciples to practice boxing in the Jingwu Club, smiling at him.

"You call me?" Chen Zikun asked.

"Chen Zhen, you really don't remember me? I am Huo Dongge." The young man came over and patted his shoulder intimately.

Chen Zikun said: "Sorry, I fell off a horse and lost my memory two years ago, and I forgot everything before."

Huo Dongge said: "No wonder, we ate and slept together back then, and we were like brothers. I said why didn't you say hello when you saw me?"

Chen Zikun wondered: "So I am really Huo Yuanjia's apprentice. Why did Senior Brother Liu Zhensheng not recognize me just now?"

Huo Dongge said: "It's not that he doesn't recognize you, but that he doesn't know that the master has accepted you as his disciple."

Chen Zikun was even more surprised: "What the hell is going on?"

A shout came from the Jingwu Association: "Dongge, Senior Brother is looking for you."

Huo Dongge said: "I have something to do. Let's go back to find you. Where do you live?"

“Dadong Hotel 306.”

"Okay, see you again." Huo Dongge smiled with white teeth and quickly ran back to the Jingwu Society.

"Chen Zhen? My name is Chen Zhen?" Chen Zikun was thinking about this strange and familiar name along the way.

Zhabei belongs to the Chinese world, and people come and go on the road, which is very lively. Several newspaper boys waved mimeographed leaflets and sent them whenever they saw them. Chen Zikun's arms were also stuffed with the words "Salvation of the Country and Avengers". The contents were all about Shandong issues. There were black words in the eye-catching location to remind the Chinese people to beware of the Japanese's poisoning.

Bypassing the corner of the street, the brigade of students came across the road, holding the banner of Fudan University, in good order, with the words boycotting Japanese goods and returning me to Qingdao, etc. They shouted slogans while walking, and several patrolmen looked at it from a distance, not stopping. There was a tea shed on the side of the road, with a notice in front of it, which read "The Qingdao issue occurred, and all walks of life will stop unanimously, and the students are enthusiastic about the country, but they can do their best." The signature is a cry of the prostitute community.

Looking at the tea shed, there were a few graceful and beautiful women sitting in the teahouse. Four or five little girls with low eyebrows were serving the teapots and tea trays. From time to time, students who shouted slogans came in to drink tea.

"Isn't that Miss Jian Bing?" Li Yaoting's eyes were sharp-eyed and recognized Jian Bing at a glance. The three of them walked into the teahouse to greet him. It turned out that this was the brothel national rescue group organized by the Shanghai Flower World to serve the demonstration students here.

When Chen Zikun saw Jian Bing, he was a little embarrassed. Jian Bing seemed to have never happened before. He warmly greeted them to sit down and have tea. Everyone discussed the current situation and then got up to say goodbye.

Walking on the road, Jiang Zhiqing was very silent. Chen Zikun noticed his abnormality and asked, "What are your worries about Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Zhiqing said: "Brother Chen, what do you think of this movement?"

Chen Zikun was speechless for a moment, and he had never seriously considered this issue.

Jiang Zhiqing said to himself: "Students' passion for serving the country is of great value, but taking back Shandong and restoring sovereignty cannot be solved by marching and protesting and boycotting Japanese goods. I have studied in Japan for several years and know that although Japan's territory is small, it has great ambitions. After the Sino-Japanese War, I was eyeing my China, and it was impossible to solve the problem without a war."

Chen Zikun said: "If he wants to fight, then he will fight."

Jiang Zhiqing shook his head: "China is divided and has no time to take care of itself. When the war ends, it will not fall apart immediately."

Chen Zikun said: "What should I do?"

Jiang Zhiqing looked south from afar, and his eyes were filled with sparks of hope: "If we are to turn the tide and save China from danger, only Mr. Sun Yat-sen."

"Sunwen..." Chen Zikun murmured to himself. He was familiar with this name when he was at Peking University, but it seemed that those students did not have the same high opinion of him as Jiang Zhiqing.

"Let's go, call Chen Guofu and Dai Jitao, let's talk about the heroes of wine." Jiang Zhiqing suddenly became very drunk.

That night, Jiang Zhiqing held a banquet, but Chen Zikun was thinking about Huo Dongge’s agreement with him and returned to the hotel early, but after waiting for a night, Huo Dongge did not come.

The next morning, Chen Zikun couldn't help but go to the Jingwu Sports Club on Peikaier Road, Zhabei alone. It was already ten o'clock in the morning when he arrived in the place. The guild hall was quiet. Chen Zikun was a little puzzled, don't they need to practice martial arts?

When I went in, I saw that the guild hall was in a mess, with weapons racks, tables, chairs, benches, and flagpoles all smashed into a mess, and there was still some blood on the ground. Some wounded were lying in the corridor and moaning, and the female member was carrying gauze and red medicine.

"Who are you?" Suddenly a young man jumped out and asked sternly, staring at Chen Zikun with alert eyes, and actually holding a shiny single sword in his hand.

Chen Zikun said: "I am a friend of Huo Dongge, so I have something to do with him."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Dongge was injured and healed in the house."

Chen Zikun was surprised. It is said that the Jingwu Club should be a person like Taishan Beidou in the domestic martial arts world. Huo Dongge is the son of Huo Yuanjia. No matter how bad his martial arts skills are, they are not much worse. He will be injured. It can be seen that the enemy is definitely not an ordinary person.

He quickly walked to the hall, where more than a dozen injured people were lying everywhere, most of whom were severely injured. Only Huo Dongge looked pale and had a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Chen Zikun stepped forward and asked, "Brother Dongge, who injured you?"

Huo Dongge glanced at him, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said intermittently: "You are here... I'm sorry, I look like this..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out again. A little girl dressed in tight clothes and narrow sleeves who was taking care of him was very dissatisfied. Her neat bangs hung to her forehead, staring at Chen Zikun with her eyes, and said unhappily: "Who are you? Who asked you to come in."

Chen Zikun was about to answer when suddenly a group of people came in outside, leading a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament. When the members came and went to and from, he respectfully called him: "Uncle Nong."

The few tough men following Uncle Nong walked with the wind and saw that they were the ones who were a martial artist.

"Go away." The little girl stepped forward and pushed Chen Zikun aside, greeted Uncle Nong and said, "You are here. Hongkou Dojo invited masters to kick the hall. If you beat Dongge like this, your brothers will also be crowned."

Uncle Nong frowned, first checked Huo Dongge's injuries, and then asked, "Where is Liu Zhensheng?"

"The eldest brother has gone to the police department to report the case." The little girl said.

Uncle Nong shook his head: "Now the students are causing trouble, the police department is overwhelmed with it. There is no time to control this. Besides, it is related to the Japanese, so they dare not stand up."

"Dongge, which turtle son hurt you, let's help you vent your anger." The tough men squeezed up and shouted loudly. Chen Zikun was squeezed into the corner by them. He accidentally encountered something. When he looked back, he saw a black and white plaque on the ground with four big words "Sick Man from Dongya".

The men were still yelling that some took out their own spiritual pills for Huo Dongge to take, and some wanted to use their internal strength to heal him. However, although Chen Zikun saw that they were quarreling, his tone always showed a hint of gloating.

Huo Dongge blinked at Uncle Nong in a difficult situation, then looked at Chen Zikun. Uncle Nong saw that he seemed to have something to say, so he held his ear to his mouth and listened for a while, straightened up and looked at Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun had a premonition that this person should know his life experience, so he couldn't help but stop his back. Sure enough, Uncle Nong walked up and down to look at him, patted his shoulders and arms, and said with relief: "You have grown up and become stronger."

Chen Zikun didn't know what to say, Uncle Nong smiled and said, "My name is Nong Jinsun. I am your master's friend and the founder of Jingwu Sports Association. When you became a disciple, only three and a half knew about it. I am one of them. That half of you is a child, your fourth senior brother."

Nong Jinsun said, turning around and shouting, "Don't be standing there, Xiaoyan, bring a chair for your fifth senior brother."

The girl named Xiaoyan was stunned: "He is the fifth senior brother, so what am I?"

Nong Jinsun said: "You used to be the fifth junior sister, but now Chen Zhen is back. You are the sixth junior sister. Anyway, they are the youngest and there is no loss."

Xiaoyan angrily moved a chair to invite Chen Zikun to sit down, and everyone also sat down. It turned out that those who followed Nong Jinsun were all celebrities in the Shanghai martial arts world. Although they had different sects and often compared their lengths and had a lot of competition in recruiting students, they still shared the same hatred for the enemy when facing the challenges of the Japanese.

A respected leader said: "We have all experienced the Japanese karate kung fu in Hongkou Dojo, but Er's sake, why did he seriously injured Mr. Huo this time?"

Xiaoyan said: "This time is different from the past. They invited a master and brought a lot of ronin to come, so we..."

All the martial arts people present shook their heads and sighed.

"Are the guy in your hands a fire stick?" A fellow martial artsman stood up angrily and picked up the red tassel spear that had been cut into two pieces on the ground, looking as if he was disappointed.

Xiaoyan retorted: "Our Jingwu Association mainly focuses on boxing and foot skills, and these swords, guns, swords and halberds are also used to practice routines. The Japanese ronin has a sharp sword and is cut off with a sharp gun. Although we are defeated, it is not a shame. It is better than some people who dare not fight against the Japanese and who only speak sarcastic words."

"Who are you talking about?" The martial arts fellow thrilled his temples and his eyebrows stood up, which was quite scary.

"I'll just talk to you!" Xiaoyan was not afraid of him and said tit-for-tat.

"Situ Xiaoyan, why did you talk to Chief Yang? There is no rule at all." Nong Jinsun shouted, and then told Chief Yang: "Don't be as knowledgeable as your children."

Xiaoyan bulged his cheeks and stopped talking. The leader Yang felt bored and pretended to be free and easy, "Brother Nong, I think that the important problem at the moment is to solve the major preparations of the National Sports Federation. Jingwu Association suffered this disaster and was greatly damaged. I am afraid that there is no strength to prepare for this matter anymore. It is better to hand it over to our Zhensongwu Hall."

"It's not a problem for President Yang to do so. Our Jingwu will have elite soldiers and generals." Liu Zhensheng's cold answer came from the door.

"Senior Brother! They bully people..." Situ Xiaoyan shouted, jumping.

Liu Zhensheng raised one hand, Xiaoyan swallowed the words behind him and stood next to Huo Dong Pavilion with aggrieved grievance.

Master Yang sneered: "Huo Yuanjia died at the hands of the Japanese. Now Huo Dongge has been seriously injured by the Japanese. You, Liu Zhensheng, have not recovered from the serious illness. Huo Dongzhang and Lu Da'an are far away in the south. Who else do you Jingwu Club have? Is it up to her?"

As he spoke, he pointed to Situ Xiaoyan, with a contempt in his eyes.

The members of the Jingwu Association were angry and their fists were squeezing, but they had to admit that the other party was right. The eldest senior brother Liu Zhensheng had contracted lung disease some time ago and finally recovered. His body bones had not been completely cured and he could not make a big fuss. The second and third senior brothers were preparing for the Jingwu branch in Guangdong. There was only the fourth senior brother Huo Dongge left in the family. Now he was seriously injured by the Japanese. Could it be that the younger junior sister really let him go?
Chapter completed!