Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the rain became heavier. The strong wind blew against the windows of Poh Chi Lam, making loud "pa pa" sounds.
The Thirteenth Aunt draped a coat over her shoulders and walked to Huang Fei-hung's side. She looked at the rain outside the courtyard and asked worriedly, "Fei-hung?"
"Thirteenth Aunt!" Huang Fei-hung turned his head and looked at the Thirteenth Aunt with a gentle look in his eyes.
"Fei-hung, are you thinking of little … Ah Hsuan?" The Thirteenth Aunt asked.
"I wonder how Ah Hsuan is doing now. This time, he has caused too much trouble. The Westerners and the government will definitely not let him off," Huang Fei-hung muttered to himself as he looked at the curtain of rain outside.
The Thirteenth Aunt fell silent when she heard Huang Fei-hung's words. Suddenly, she said, "Fei-hung, Shirong, he …"
"Sigh, Shirong is too impulsive. Now that Ah Hsuan is in such a state, I'm really afraid that Shirong will also cause trouble one day. It's all my fault as his Master for not teaching him well." Huang Fei-hung sighed and shook his head in self-reproach. "Sigh, let's go and see Shirong."
The Thirteenth Aunt looked at the lonely figure of Huang Fei-hung and opened her mouth, but in the end, she did not say anything.
When the main gate of Poh Chi Lam was opened, two bailiffs in straw raincoats were hiding in a corner, watching over Poh Chi Lam. Outside the gate of Poh Chi Lam, Wang Shirong was kneeling in the rain with his head lowered.
"Shirong, the rain is so heavy. You should go in!" The Thirteenth Aunt walked to Wang Shirong with an umbrella in her hand and said gently.
"If Master didn't call me, I wouldn't dare to go in!" Wang Shirong was kneeling in the rain with his head lowered.
"Shirong, go in Poh Chi Lam!" Huang Fei-hung came forward.
"Master …" Wang Shirong did not expect Huang Fei-hung to come out personally to welcome him.
"Come, come in!" Huang Fei-hung bent down to help Wang Shirong.
"I …" Wang Shirong looked at Huang Fei-hung with shame. Huang Fei-hung patted him on his shoulder and turned to enter Poh Chi Lam. Wang Shirong immediately took the umbrella from Huang Fei-hung and said, "Master, let me!"
Huang Fei-hung did not refuse. He only smiled and passed the umbrella to Wang Shirong. The three of them entered Poh Chi Lam together.
But just when the three of them entered Poh Chi Lam, two yamen runners suddenly exclaimed outside the door. After that, the middle door was pushed open and two people walked in. The former was a middle-aged man and said, "I am Shandong Iron Shirt Yan Zhendong. I came to Poh Chi Lam to look for Master Huang Huang Fei-hung to learn from each other." After saying that, he paused for a moment. Sensing that Liang Kuan did not follow behind him, he waited for Liang Kuan to catch up before he said, "Excuse me, who is Huang Fei-hung?"
Huang Fei-hung walked forward. Wang Shirong looked at him angrily and said, "Master, he is here to challenge the dojo."
"Shirong, pour the tea!" Huang Fei-hung looked at Yan Zhendong and said to Wang Shirong indifferently.
"Master …" Wang Shirong called out in confusion.
"Pour the tea!" Although Huang Fei-hung's tone was flat, it seemed that he could not be disobeyed. Wang Shirong had no choice but to walk in.
"Please!" Huang Fei-hung extended his hand and gestured to Yan Zhendong. After that, he turned around and walked in.
Because there were too many injured people today, there was not enough space in Poh Chi Lam. Therefore, there were many injured people lying in the guest hall.
"Ah Kai, Ah Su, go take care of the patients!" Huang Fei-hung did not forget about the injured people in the guest hall.
Yan Zhendong took a glance at the injured people in the guest hall and frowned. After that, he followed Huang Fei-hung to a table in the guest hall and sat down. Wang Shirong poured the tea and stood behind Huang Fei-hung.
"Please have some tea!" Huang Fei-hung pointed at the teacup on the table and said politely. However, his eyes seemed to be looking at the person who hid behind Yan Zhendong and entered the room with an umbrella.
"Why aren't you putting away your umbrella since you're here!" Yan Zhendong turned around and scolded embarrassedly.
That person put away his umbrella but covered his body with it as if he was ashamed to see anyone.
"Liang Kuan, what the hell are you doing?" When Yan Zhendong saw that his new disciple was embarrassing him, he hid behind the umbrella and did not dare to see anyone. He took the umbrella away and threw it to the side.
"Liang Kuan?!" Huang Fei-hung and the others looked at them strangely. They did not expect Liang Kuan to come with Yan Zhendong to challenge the dojo.
"In the martial arts world, Master Huang is known for his Flood Fist. I also heard that Master Huang's Shadowless Kick and Cross Fist are very powerful. I, Yan Zhendong, intend to set up a dojo in Foshan to teach disciples. Today, I came to challenge you to let everyone know that the martial arts of the Yan Family is invincible." Yan Zhendong did not stand on ceremony and went straight to the point. He said to Huang Fei-hung directly.
"I'm being monitored by the yamen now. I'm afraid that I will implicate you if we fight. There's still a long way to go. Forgive me for not being able to keep you company today. "Huang Fei-hung advised with good intentions.
"How can a martial arts practitioner be so wishy-washy?!"
Yan Zhendong thought that Huang Fei-hung was afraid of him. He glared at him and suddenly jumped up. He kicked the table in front of him and smashed it. Then, he punched at Huang Fei-hung with both fists.
Huang Fei-hung was shocked by Yan Zhendong's sudden attack. He quickly retreated and waved at Yan Zhendong. Then, he leaped to the side and shouted, "Master Yan, I have too many patients here. This is not a place for a duel."
"Ha!" Yan Zhendong was determined to duel with Huang Fei-hung today. He did not care about the place. He shouted and stomped on the ground. His fists were like iron, and he shot at Huang Fei-hung.
"Shirong, Ah Kai, help all the patients to the back!" Huang Fei-hung looked at the incoming Yan Zhendong. He looked around the room and frowned. Then, he leaped into the rain in the courtyard. Yan Zhendong watched as Huang Fei-hung ran into the courtyard. He also leaped and kicked at Huang Fei-hung with his right leg.
One of them was like a ferocious tiger while the other was like a flood dragon. Their attacks were like a gale and their kicks were like a rainstorm. Every move contained hidden strength, causing the air to explode.
Thirteenth Aunt watched anxiously as Huang Fei-hung fought in the rain. She suddenly turned around and ran back to the room. When she came out, she was holding a gun in her hand. She pointed the gun at Yan Zhendong, who was fighting with Huang Fei-hung, and shouted, "Yan, stop fighting. If you continue, I'll shoot!"
"Hey, don't hurt my master. Give me the gun!" Seeing Thirteenth Aunt pointing a gun at Yan Zhendong, Liang Kuan panicked and rushed over to grab the gun from Thirteenth Aunt's hand.
Bang!
A gunshot was heard. Huang Fei-hung was worried about Thirteenth Aunt and looked into the room. However, in a fight between experts, a moment of distraction could be fatal. Yan Zhendong saw that Huang Fei-hung revealed an opening and kicked Huang Fei-hung's armpit. Then, he flew over and kicked Huang Fei-hung's body repeatedly, kicking Huang Fei-hung back into the room.
Huang Fei-hung fell back into the room and saw that Thirteenth Aunt was still fighting with Liang Kuan. He kicked Liang Kuan and protected Thirteenth Aunt behind him.
"Master, master, are you alright?" Wang Shirong and the rest returned after helping the patient. When they saw that Huang Fei-hung was injured, they all ran over.
"Ha!" Yan Zhendong, who was outside, shouted. He stepped on the roof of the room and flew up. Then, he kicked the "Poh Chi Lam" signboard hanging in the front hall and took down the "Poh Chi Lam" signboard. With both hands holding the signboard above his head, he looked at Huang Fei-hung and shouted, "I, Yan Zhendong, am not afraid of your gun."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhendong threw the signboard in his hand into the air. Then, he leaped up and kicked the signboard in the air with his right leg.
"Ah!" When Thirteenth Aunt saw that Yan Zhendong was going to destroy the "Poh Chi Lam" signboard, her face turned pale and she covered her eyes.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard. Just as Yan Zhendong's leg was about to kick the signboard, Yan Zhendong's spiritual sense, as a martial artist, suddenly sensed that he would be in danger if he really kicked the signboard. His body flipped in the air, and a bullet narrowly brushed past his head.
A figure suddenly appeared outside the middle door of Poh Chi Lam. That figure kicked the ground with his right leg and dodged quickly, steadily catching the signboard that was falling from the air.
"Yan Zhendong, aren't you not afraid of guns? If you have the guts, don't dodge! "The figure placed the signboard aside and looked at Yan Zhendong who was not far away.
"Who are you? How dare you sneak attack me!" Yan Zhendong looked at the middle-aged man dressed in western-style clothes, narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
The middle-aged man dressed in western-style clothes wiped his face, and the face of a young man appeared in front of Yan Zhendong. The young man had a cold and arrogant smile on his face. "Poh Chi Lam's disciple, Ye Xuan!"
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