In Shanghai, Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, a piece of vegetarian food, in the mourning hall, Chen Tianwei, the owner of Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, was lying in a coffin that had not been sealed.

Kneeling in front of the spirit were three figures draped in linen and filial piety, a man and two women. Although the man was slightly thin, his eyebrows were handsome, and his eyes were introverted, and he looked like a martial artist. Among the two daughters, the larger melon seed face, well-proportioned figure, filial piety is more pretty, although the beautiful eyes are red, but the face is a little cold; the younger one, it looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, the round pretty face still has a slight trace of greenness, a pair of big eyes are already red and swollen from crying.

There were also many young men kneeling outside, all of whom had white cloths wrapped around their waists, and they were all disciples of the martial arts hall.

There are also many well-known people in Shanghai who come to mourn, and the entire martial arts hall is filled with an atmosphere of grief and indignation.

Suddenly, with a slight sound of breaking the sky, Zhang Huban, who was dressed in a green robe, crossed the courtyard wall and landed in the courtyard outside, especially the bloody head in his hand, which caused everyone in the courtyard to cry out and panic.

Zhang Huban, who glanced at everyone in the courtyard coldly, carried the head that was still slowly dripping blood, and walked straight towards the mourning hall.

The disciples of the martial arts hall kneeling outside the mourning hall were obviously stunned by Zhang Huban's way of appearance, and for a while, no one dared to step forward to stop Zhang Huban.

"Hey, this... Isn't this the Japanese samurai Fujita Nakaichi who seriously injured Pavilion Master Chen and killed Pavilion Master Chen in the ring?" The two middle-aged men who had just finished mourning Chen Tianwei saw Zhang Huban come in with a bloody head, and subconsciously stepped aside, and one of them noticed the appearance of the round head and couldn't help but let out a low cry in surprise.

At the same time, except for the round-faced girl who sat on the side with a white face and a cry of surprise, Dai Xiao's emaciated man and the cold melon-faced woman had already gotten up and turned to look at Zhang Huban.

"Muto Zhongyi?" The emaciated man saw that the head in Zhang Hupan's hand also changed, and then he hurriedly stepped forward and said to Zhang Hupan Zhengrong: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for cutting Muto Zhongichi with your hand and avenging the family teacher." I don't know what your Excellency is called, and what is the relationship with your teacher?"

Zhang Huban, who had a cold face, just glanced at him and the cold melon-faced woman beside him coldly, but turned to look at the round-faced girl more, and the round-faced girl's delicate face trembled in fright, and then he stepped forward, bypassed the emaciated man, and put the bloody head in his hand on the offering table in front of the coffin under his frowning and suspicious gaze.

After putting down his head, he walked straight to the coffin, and looked at Zhang Hu, who was silent for a moment with Chen Tianwei's body lying quietly in the coffin, then turned around and walked back, and when he passed by the emaciated man, he glanced sideways at him and said in a cold tone: "In the future, if there is anything difficult, to..." Go find me. ”

Although Zhang Huban didn't say the place directly, the thin man suddenly looked at Zhang Huban with a slightly surprised expression, and then said to him solemnly: "Your Excellency's words, I remember it." ”

Zhang Huban didn't say anything more, and walked straight out, causing the people around the outside to hurriedly get out of the way to both sides, watching Zhang Huban walk towards the outside of the martial arts hall, and when his figure disappeared, they couldn't help but talk fiercely with each other.

"Senior brother, who is he?" In the mourning hall, the cold-faced woman couldn't help frowning and asked the emaciated man in confusion.

The emaciated man shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know, I've never seen it." However, since he killed Muto Chuichi with his own hands and came to pay tribute to his master with his head, he must have some relationship with the master, but we don't know. ”

It may also be that there are many people here today, and it is inconvenient for him to say more. Didn't he say that I should go to him for something difficult? Tonight, I'll go over and have a look, and maybe I'll know where he is," the emaciated man said back, his voice squinting slightly.

The woman with a cold melon seed face turned her head to look at the bloody head on the offering table and said, "Killing the Japanese and using the head to pay tribute to the father-in-law, this person's courage is really big enough." ”

"It's okay for us to have some trouble if we can avenge the master, but he is so upright, not only killed people, but also brought his head, I'm afraid that the Japanese will never let him go," the emaciated man frowned and said, but he was a little worried about Zhang Huban.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the last afterglow of the setting sun fell on the Lin Mansion, which was like a three-story Western-style villa with a huge courtyard, and also sprinkled on the emaciated man who walked straight to the Lin Mansion.

When he came straight to the emaciated man in front of the gate of the Lin Mansion, he saw a middle-aged man in a black coat with an expressionless face walking out of the Lin Mansion, opening the door of the Lin Mansion for him, and said in a slightly cold and low voice: "Mr. Chen, please follow me!"

Listening to the middle-aged man's address to him, the emaciated man who just had his eyes shrunk slightly, nodded and followed him straight towards the Lin Mansion.

In the living room on the first floor of the Lin Mansion, Zhang Huban, who had changed into a trouser vest at some point, was silently sitting next to the spacious and elegantly furnished living room, and the owner of the long dining table closed his eyes and refreshed himself, and there was a glass of red wine on the dining table in front of him, a transparent glass wine decanter with red wine.

"Young Master, Mr. Chen is here," the middle-aged man stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Zhang Huban and shouted.

Zhang Huban, who slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand at the middle-aged man and motioned him to step back, then turned his head to look at the thin man and said, "I guessed you would come today, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Please be seated!"

"Who is Your Excellency?" The thin man was not polite, and went straight forward and sat down in the guest seat on the side of Zhang Lake, and couldn't help but ask.

"My name is Zhang Hupan," Zhang Hupan, who spoke indifferently, looked at the thin man and said calmly: "I know, you must be curious about my identity." Tell you, it's nothing. After all, as a disciple of Chen Tianwei's old guy, you are not an outsider. ”

Hearing Zhang Huban mention that Chen Tianwei was called an old guy, the thin man subconsciously frowned, but he was still silently waiting for Zhang Huban's reply.

Zhang Huban, who paused, continued: "I am his son, my own son!"

"You.. Are you Master's son?" When the emaciated man heard this, he couldn't help but stare at Zhang Huban in surprise and whispered, as if he didn't expect to hear such an answer from Zhang Huban Kou Zhong.

Zhang Huban nodded: "That's right! Back then, the old guy was irresponsible, and after sleeping with my mother, he patted his ass and left." And as soon as I was born, I was thrown away by my biological uncle. Luckily, my teacher came by and saved me and taught me a lot of skills. So, in fact, I don't have any father-son affection for the old guy. But he is my biological father after all, he is dead, dead at the hands of the Japanese, and I have to avenge him. So, I killed Muto Chuichi. ”

"No way! Master is not such a person who abandons his wife and children," the emaciated man shook his head.

"People are dead, what's the point?" Zhang Huban said noncommittally and indifferently: "Old things, it's useless to talk about them." ”

The emaciated man looked at Zhang Huban and opened his mouth, but in the end, he was a little depressed and didn't say anything more.

"Since you're here, stay for a light meal in the evening! Anyway, you can be regarded as my junior brother," Zhang Huban continued indifferently.

The sun was quietly setting, and it was dark outside, but the living room of the villa was bright. In such a large villa, it is naturally impossible to light candles, but to install electric lights.

On the dining table, Zhang Huban and the emaciated man were full of various dishes in front of him, authentic Chinese food, which did not seem to match red wine.