Chen Zikun sneered coldly and, without any courtesy, beat Ou Yang Kai in front of Situ Xiaoyan until he was bleeding from the nose and mouth, his eyes were black and blue, and finally exhausted, unable to get up again.

  The disciples initially followed with cheers and applause, but later they were terrified, their faces pale as if frozen in fear. The Fifth Master's methods were too ruthless, too frightening.

  Chen Zikun stepped on Ouyang Ke's back with one foot and looked around at the disciples, saying: "With his kind of dogshit-like kung fu, he doesn't even deserve to be a disciple of Jingwu Association."

  Most of the students in Jingwu Association are local young people from Shanghai, who come to the gym with the purpose of learning martial arts to strengthen their bodies. As southerners are not known for being brave and fierce, they are also relatively slender in build. When faced with someone like Chen Zikun, who is tall and large, ferocious and notorious, and has a reputation that far exceeds his, who dares to speak up for Ouyang Kai?

  Chen Zikong leaned down and lowered his voice to Ouyang Kai: "Little one, Xiaoyan is mine, unless you defeat me, don't even think about it!"

  Ouyang Kai's face was red with effort, struggling to get up, but Chen Zikun pinned him down firmly, unable to move. His eyes scanned around in pain, searching for Xia Shigu's figure, but she was nowhere to be found.

  "Chen Zhen, what are you doing?" Liu Zhensheng arrived at the scene with the support of Si Tu Xiao Yan. Chen Zi Kun immediately withdrew his foot and smiled: "Big brother, I'm testing the skills of my disciples."

  Liu Zhen Sheng looked at Ouyang Kai and said coldly: "Get up."

  Ouyang Kai, although disheveled in appearance, had not suffered any serious injury and got up to look at his master with a wronged expression.

  "Look at you, even the great master can't help you make decisions. I'm hitting you for your own good. If it were those Japanese from Hongkou Dojo, with your level of skill, you'd have died 800 times already." Chen Zikun said with an air of superiority.

  Liu Zhensheng's eyebrows moved slightly as he said, "Good, go and learn kung fu from Fifth Uncle." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

  Situ Xiaoyan glanced at Ouyang Kai and softly advised: "Fifth Master said it right, being strict is for your own good."

  Ouyang Kai wanted to shout: "Xiao Shigu has ulterior motives towards you!" But he couldn't say it, and could only clench his fists tightly, glaring at Chen Zikun with hatred.

  Chen Zikun didn't even look at him, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, saying: "It's time for dinner, everyone can start eating."

  The hungry disciples immediately rushed to the cafeteria, Chen Zikun ordered a meal and deliberately sat down at a table with Sito Xiaoyan, while two other disciples sensibly took their bowls and retreated.

  "Fifth Brother, your way of teaching disciples is different from that of First and Fourth Brothers." Xīu Xiǎo Yán seemed to be in a state of deep concern.

  Chen Zikong said with a big smile: "A filial son is born under the rod, and martial arts training is even more so. If you don't hit, it won't work. Otherwise, what comes out of practice is just fancy moves. I ask you, do you usually just practice routines?"

  Xiao Yan Dao said: "No, sometimes there are also bare-handed exercises, equipment is also available, three-section staff into gun, double knife into gun and so on."

  "Is anyone hurt?"

  "That's not it, practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body and mind, not for battle, besides now battles are fought with guns and cannons, cold weapons are useless." said Xiaoyan.

  Chen Zikun sneered, "This is the crux of the matter. When foreigners scold us as the 'Sick Men of East Asia', it's not that our physical bodies are weak, but rather this part here is weak." As he spoke, he pointed to his own chest.

  He shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't understand Fifth Master's profound words.

  "The Chinese have been oppressed for too long, the blood in their bones has disappeared. When they see foreigners, they are afraid, and their hearts are not strong. Even if their bodies are strong, it's all in vain. This is why China, with so many people, can be bullied by little Japan."

  "Brother Wu, you're so knowledgeable."

  Chen Zikun smiled with satisfaction, thinking to himself that his time at Peking University hadn't been wasted.

  Ouyang Kai saw from a distance that they were laughing and chatting, and he couldn't help but lower his head deeply.

  Chen Zikun glanced at him and said, "That Ouyang Kai seems to have a thing for you."

  Her face turned slightly red as she said, "Actually, he's quite pitiful. Like me, we're both orphans taken in by the Jingwu Association."

  Chen Zikong murmured to himself, started eating, took two mouthfuls and put down the bowl, saying: "This rice is too plain and watery, can't eat it."

  Xiao Yan looked at the radish dry, green bean tofu and brown rice on the table, blinked his eyes and said: "Isn't this good? We usually eat this."

  Chen Zikong said: "It's just when we're growing up, eating this, how can we fight the little Japanese?"

  Situ Xiaoyan sighed and said, "I also want to eat braised pork and hairy crabs, but the martial arts hall has no money. These vegetables and tofu were also obtained by Master Brother, Nong Uncle and others."

  Chen Zikong didn't say a word and finished off a big bowl of coarse rice.

  That night, Chen Zikun was sleeping in bed when he heard a noise in the yard. He got up and went to the window to take a look, and saw Ouyang Kai practicing his fist technique.

  Chen Zikun smiled and went back to sleep.

  ……

  The next day, the Jingwu Association's disciples got up early, changed into their new training uniforms, and quietly waited for Mr. Sun Yat-sen's arrival. Chen Ziqun led ten elite disciples to patrol around the martial arts hall, just in case.

  The sky was overcast, as if it were going to rain. Chen Zikun stood on Beiker Road, feeling a bit anxious, occasionally taking out his silver-cased Hamilton watch to check the time. When the hands reached 8:25, three black cars appeared.

  The car was moving very fast, on both sides of the front carriage, there stood a majestic big man, one hand grasping the door and the other pressing against his waist, with vigilant eyes scanning the roadsides.

  Three cars drove straight into the Jingwu Association's main gate. Chen Zikun thought he'd take a look at the famous Sun Wen, so he quickly turned back and walked to the entrance. However, when he arrived at the door, he found that the guards had been replaced by people brought in by Sun Wen. Two burly men with shaved heads, wearing black uniforms with four pockets, stretched out their hands to block Chen Zikun: "Sir, the martial arts hall is closed today."

  Chen Zikun said: "I am a member of the Jingwu Association, I was on duty outside the door just now."

  The man stared at him for a couple of seconds before letting him go. Just as Chen Zikun stepped forward, the man swiftly reached towards Chen's waist. Chen dodged and with his hands behind his back, pulled out two loaded pistols. At the same time, the two guards also drew their guns, four handguns pointing at each other in a tense standoff.

  "What kind of person are you!" the guard shouted.

  "I've already said it earlier, I am Chen Zhen of Jingwu Association." Chen Zikun glared at him angrily.

  "How could people from Jingwu Association carry guns?"

  "My god, who decided that members of the Jingwu Association are not allowed to use guns? Today Mr. Sun Yat-sen is visiting, I'm carrying a gun to escort him, what's wrong with that?"

  "Sorry, nobody is allowed to bring guns today." The guard stood firm.

  "Hmph, think you can take down my gun? Come on." Chen Zikun was even more overbearing.

  The people inside discovered the anomaly at the door, a woman in her twenties walked quickly over, saw Chen Zikong and her pupils obviously contracted for a moment, then stepped forward and shouted: "What's going on here? Put away your guns."

  Although the woman was not very old, she had an aura of dignity and authority that made people dare not look up to her. The two guards immediately put away their guns, but Chen Zikun still stubbornly said: "Who are you? What right do you have to order me?"

  The girl's eyes widened, and she suddenly made a move that Chen Zikun did not expect. She slapped the back of his head and scolded: "You little brat, your brain must be damaged, you don't even recognize your aunt?"

  Chen Zikun was stunned, firstly because the woman's movements were too fast, and he couldn't even dodge with his own agility, secondly because she actually called herself his aunt.

  Auntie, where did this relative pop out from?

  Chen Zikun said blankly: "I really don't recognize you."

  The woman said: "Xiao Kungen, you really have no conscience. When you were young, it was your aunt who brought you up. How could you forget your aunt after just one trip to Guandong?"

  Chen Zikong suddenly understood and hastily put away his gun, looking embarrassed as he said: "Two years ago I fell off my horse and got a head injury, so I don't remember things from before that clearly."

  The woman sighed and said, "Poor child, it's true that you've hurt your head. Are there any other injuries on your body? Let Auntie take a look." As she spoke, she carefully examined Chen Zikun from head to toe, clicking her tongue repeatedly: "You haven't changed much, just grown taller and more robust. You were only this small when you were young, and now you've suddenly become an adult."

  "Wei Shi didn't understand and asked: 'Yin Dajie, who is he?'"

  The woman said: "Xiao Huang, this is my nephew Chen Zikun. He's one of us and can carry a gun."

  She spoke, and the guard naturally didn't dare to say more. Chen Zikun was taken in, at this time the welcoming ceremony had already ended, Mr. Sun Yat-sen went into the auditorium to give a speech, and the courtyard was empty with no one around.

  The woman sighed: "Last time I brought you to the Jingwu Association, the address was not in this place. I didn't expect that when I returned to the Jingwu Association, Master Huo would no longer be here."

  "Eldest Aunt, who am I after all? And who are you?"

  The woman gazed at him for a long time before finally saying, "My name is Yin Weijun. I am a student of Mr. Qiu Jin and currently the captain of the guards for Mr. Sun Wen. When you were young, your name was Kunwu, without a surname. You were raised by comrades from the Guangfu Hui. Later, Mr. Qiu Jin arranged for you to be adopted by Chen Qimei of the Tongmenghui as your godfather and changed your surname to Chen. You then attended Yutze Foon Primary School and later went on to study English at St. John's University. Don't you remember any of these things?"

  Chen Zikun shook his head, feeling very disheartened: "I couldn't think of it, I've been searching for my origins all this time, and I didn't expect that I really am an orphan."

  "Who says you're an orphan, you have so many uncles and aunts." Yin Wei Jun patted Chen Zi Kun's shoulder, startling him.

  "Alright, let's talk about it later, I'll go in and take a look first." Yin Weijun didn't forget his work, he stepped into the venue, Chen Zikong followed him, standing at the door looking inside. At this time, Mr. Sun was giving a speech on stage, wearing a Western suit, with a majestic air, his two eight-character mustaches showing off his great personality, speaking in Mandarin with a slight Cantonese accent and rhythmic intonation.

  "This is Mr. Sun Wen, not a three-headed six-armed monster." Chen Zikun muttered.

  Suddenly a burst of laughter came from behind him, Chen Zikun turned around abruptly and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on in his life.