Chapter 134: Black Dragon Society, Rampant Ronin
Shanghai Hotel.

Sexy bunny girls filed out.

Next on stage was a martial arts performance. Two men, one wielding a long stick and the other with a long sword, fought back and forth until it was hard to tell who could win. This made the guests and foreigners from various countries in the audience applaud and cheer.

"Great! Chinese martial arts are indeed worthy of their reputation."

"If I'm not mistaken, this young man's long stick technique should be the Wulang Bagua stick."

"The old martial artist is no ordinary person. He can use this golden ring knife with ease. It would be impossible to do it without decades of practice."

"Boss Ding is so proud that he can invite such a master to show up. It's not easy at all."

If it had been in the past, Ding Li would not have been able to hire a martial artist no matter how much money he was willing to spend. You have to know that people who practice martial arts are not the so-called lowest class. In the past, anyone who dared to show off his martial arts in public like a rooftop performer would have been despised by his peers in the martial arts world. But in these troubled times, no matter how good your martial arts are, you have to fill your stomach. If you don't do it, there will always be someone who will do it for a few taels of silver!
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It must be said that although Ding Li is the leader of the Green Gang, he has a very good business acumen. This hotel feels a bit like the future Liu Laogen Theater in Northeast China.

Performances upstairs, meals downstairs.

There are beauties and martial arts, the only thing missing is stand-up comedy.

However, compared to the enthusiastic emotions of those foreigners, there was one table of people with contemptuous expressions. This table was full of Japanese ronin wearing kimonos!

Seeing that there was actually a black dragon emblem on their chest, people who knew would naturally know that these people were from the infamous Black Dragon Society.

The Japanese Black Dragon Society is a group of extreme right-wing elements and militarists. The leader is Kawashima Naniwa, the advisor is Toyama Mitsuru, and they have a pair of adopted sons and daughters.

His adopted son, Tsuyoshi Fujita, is a colonel in the Marine Corps, and his adopted daughter, Yoshi Kawashima, is in charge of the assassination team, the intelligence team, and the dojo.

The main members were Japanese mainland ronin active in China. They advocated Japan's Greater Asianism, instigated the invasion of China, and took the "Black Dragon" in Heilongjiang as their name. They also engaged in conspiracy activities to invade China in Shanghai and other places, creating incidents, smuggling, assassination, intelligence gathering, opium trafficking, and all kinds of evil.

These people used to be extremely hostile to Ding Li, but today they showed up in the Shanghai Hotel. They definitely didn't come here just to have a simple meal.

When I heard many diners praising Chinese martial arts.

The faces of these wanderers were as black as the bottom of a pot. They all exchanged glances and were ready to cause trouble.
The one in the middle, a burly man wearing a black kimono, slammed the table heavily.

The sound was so loud that it filled the entire place. Not only were the waiters on standby nearby startled, but the diners also cast curious glances. However, when they saw that it was the Japanese ronin from the Black Dragon Society, they quickly shifted their gazes, fearing that they would attract the attention of these murderers.

The waiter was extremely nervous and trotted over to him: "Mr. Fujimoto Mataemon, how can I help you?"

This man had a face full of flesh and kicked the attentive waiter hard.

The waiter screamed like a human cannonball and only stopped when he crashed into the stage. The two martial artists on the stage quickly stopped and stepped forward to help him. One of them touched his nostrils and his face suddenly changed.

"Ah, dead!"

"Damn it! You damn devil, why do you kill people for no reason?" One of the younger martial artists ignored the dissuasion of the older martial artists around him, stood up with an angry face and shouted at Fujimoto Mataemon who was the ruthless killer.

All the Japanese Black Dragon Society ronin stood up from the table one by one.

Especially Fujimoto Mataemon, who had just started a fight, pointed his finger at the two martial artists on the stage in an extremely arrogant manner.

"You Chinese only know how to do these fancy and useless things. The real martial arts is the art of killing people!"

"Chinese martial arts are worthless in my eyes!"

As soon as Fujimoto Mataemon finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire hotel suddenly became tense.

The originally lively applause and cheers disappeared, replaced by a dead silence. All eyes were focused on the arrogant member of the Black Dragon Society, while the Japanese ronin in kimonos looked like they were enjoying the show, including the blond and blue-eyed ghosts, who put down their glasses one after another and seemed to be happy to see the upcoming conflict.
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The young martial artist on the stage was named Li Yunfei. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child and had a strong personality. He hated this kind of arrogant and domineering behavior the most. Not only did the other party kill people in broad daylight, but he also insulted Chinese martial arts.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his fists were clenched, as if he was ready to rush towards Fujimoto Mataemon in the audience at any time.

However, his master, the old martial artist, pulled him back in time.

The old martial artist's name was Zhou Yunpeng. He had been in the martial arts world for many years and had seen countless ups and downs. He was well aware of the current situation and estimated that these Japanese wanderers were deliberately looking for trouble.

"Yunfei, don't be impulsive!" Zhou Yunpeng shouted in a low voice, "These Japanese are here with ill intentions. If we act rashly, we will fall into their trap."

Although Li Yunfei was angry, he also knew that his master's words made sense. He took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, and stopped. But his face was extremely embarrassed.

However, Fujimoto Mataemon did not intend to give up. When he saw that Li Yunfei did not make a move, he became even more arrogant. He walked to the side of the stage, pointed at the two martial artists on the stage and said, "You two Chinese cowards, you only dare to show off your fancy moves on the stage. Did I really say so? You are indeed a bunch of East Asian cowards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar among the diners. Although these diners were afraid of the Black Dragon Society, the word "East Asian coward" immediately aroused the nerves of the Chinese present, and they were immediately angry!
"These Japanese are too arrogant!"

"That's right! They should be taught a lesson!"

"Why doesn't Boss Ding come out to take care of it?"

The young man on the stage finally couldn't bear it anymore, broke free from his master's obstruction, roared, raised his fist, and immediately jumped down and smashed at Fujimoto Mataemon.
"Go to hell with those damned Japanese."

Fujimoto Mataemon snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he rushed directly towards Li Yunfei, punching out with his huge fist as fast as lightning. Since Li Yunfei was able to step onto the big stage of the Shanghai Hotel, his reaction was also very quick.

However, the two were quite different in size, and he knew that he was not as strong as Fujimoto Mataemon, so he dodged. Fujimoto Mataemon did not give up, and once again strode towards Ono, swinging his fists vigorously, but it was a little difficult to catch Li Yunfei's figure.

The diners watching the fight below couldn't help but feel anxious. They really wanted to see their own man defeat Fujimoto Mataemon as soon as he came on stage, but now it seems a bit unrealistic.

Instead, it was our own people who were being suppressed and the Japanese seemed to have the upper hand.

Li Yunfei rushed left and right on the stage, and from time to time, he took advantage of Fujimoto Mataemon's opportunity to attack with his quick reaction. He elbowed, kicked, and kneed, hitting Fujimoto Mataemon with fierce attacks. Fujimoto Mataemon didn't know how many times he was hit, but he just grinned, pounded his chest, and continued to rush towards Ono.

No one in the audience shouted.

"Down with this little Jap!"

"Don't just hide, fight this little Jap devil head-on."

Li Yunfei is a young man after all, and the cheers from the audience put pressure on him.

Keep dodging in front of everyone's eyes will only make you a laughing stock.

So, Li Yunfei was anxious and gave up some of his defense, and began to attack some of Fujimoto Mataemon's vital parts, such as the chest and head. Finally, Li Yunfei caught an opportunity, and when the opponent turned around, he kicked directly into the side of the head, causing Fujimoto Mataemon to stagger. Seeing this, Li Yunfei was delighted, and before the opponent could react, he launched a barrage of attacks.

Suddenly, Fujimoto Mataemon turned his head and gave a cunning look. The old master on the stage was shocked and thought to himself that something was wrong. He wanted to shout a warning but it was too late. Fujimoto Mataemon reached out his big hand and grabbed one of Li Yunfei's arms, pulled him over and held on to him tightly.

Li Yunfei was caught and couldn't escape, so he had no choice but to fight Fujimoto Mataemon with punches and kicks. Compared with ordinary people, his physique was relatively strong, but it was not enough for the leader of the Black Dragon Society.

The two men fought fiercely, causing the foreigners behind them to roar and cheer.

But Chinese diners couldn't bear to look at it.

It was because Li Yunfei's whole face quickly became swollen and bloody, while Fujimoto Mataemon seemed to be fine!
Soon Li Yunfei became unconscious under the heavy punch.

The master on the stage had a drastic change of expression, and immediately, without caring about his so-called face, he shouted loudly: "Stop, we admit defeat!"

However, Fujimoto Mataemon and others turned a deaf ear to it.

"It's over." He smiled cruelly and threw a fatal punch, hitting Li Yunfei directly on the head.

Bang! Li Yunfei's head tilted back violently, and it was bent to such an extent that it made people worry that it might be torn off his neck.

Seeing that the opponent was breathing in more than out, Fujimoto Mataemon immediately let go, and Li Yunfei fell straight down.

"Damn you little Japs! Give me back my disciple's life!"

Master Zhou Yunpeng put down his dead apprentice, picked up the golden ring knife at his waist and attacked Fujimoto Mataemon fiercely.
boom!
There was a sudden loud noise downstairs, and even Song Tianen, Ding Li and others in the private room on the second floor could hear it clearly.

Just as they put down their bowls and chopsticks, the door was pushed open with a bang.

He is Changmao, Ding Li’s subordinate.

"What's wrong with Changmao? You look so panicked. Are Huang Jingui's men here to attack?"

Ding Li asked after wiping his mouth with a towel.

Longhair shook his head and pointed at the door.

"It wasn't Huang Jingui's men who attacked us. It was Masters Li Yunfei and Zhou Yunpeng who were beaten to death by the Japanese."

"what!"

"Please repeat it again!"

"It was a Japanese ronin from the Black Dragon Society. One of them used karate and beat two masters to death."

"The two masters, ah...they died tragically!"

Changmao immediately reported to Ding Li everything that had happened downstairs.

After hearing this, Ding Li could no longer hold his temper and stood up abruptly. His face suddenly changed, and the towel in his hand slipped to the ground. An indescribable anger and grief surged in his heart.

Having said that, the two masters are his fellow villagers, so they are somewhat related to him. But now they have suffered such a misfortune. How can he go back to his hometown and explain to the elders?

Changmao swallowed his saliva and continued, "Boss Ding, those Japanese are arrogant and domineering. After beating the two masters Li Yunfei and Zhou Yunpeng downstairs, they even threatened to challenge all the martial artists in Shanghai. They said that Chinese martial arts are nothing but fancy moves and cannot withstand a single blow. They also said that we Chinese are all East Asian cowards."

"It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense!"

"Changmao, gather all the brothers and bring their weapons immediately!" Ding Li ordered.

"Boss Ding, slow down!"

Song Tianen twisted his neck, and his joints crackled.

"Brother Song, what are your plans?" Although Ding Li was angry, he couldn't help but turn his head curiously when he saw Song Tianen call for a stop.

Song Tianen smiled and said, "Brother Ding, why bother with knives and guns?" "How dare these little devils say that Chinese martial arts are just fancy moves? Since it's a martial arts dispute, let's solve it with martial arts."

"Oh? Brother Song means..." Ding Li raised his eyebrows, as if he understood Song Tianen's plan.

Song Tianen stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "These Japanese ronin are arrogant and domineering, insulting my Chinese martial arts. As a Chinese martial artist, how can I sit back and watch? I will go meet them and see what's so powerful about karate."

"But..." Ding Li was still a little worried.

Song Tianen waved his hand and said, "Brother Ding, don't worry. I know what I am doing. If I lose, it won't be too late for you to take action again."

Seeing that Song Tianen was so determined, Ding Li stopped trying to dissuade him and just said, "Brother Song, you are sure."

Song Tianen nodded, turned and walked out of the private room.

Then Ruxian, Chuntian and others followed him out.
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The restaurant downstairs was already in chaos.

The two masters had their bones broken all over their bodies, their limbs seemed to be twisted off alive, and blood gushed out of their mouths. It seemed that they were captured.

The diners moved away one after another, and only the Japanese wanderers and the blond and blue-eyed foreigners were still watching. Fujimoto Mataemon stood in the center of the stage, smiling with a proud look on his face as he raised his blood-stained fist.

"Haha, Chinese martial arts is nothing more than that!" he laughed loudly.

The diners in the audience were angry but dared not say anything.

"You are so arrogant, you bastard."

"Who the hell is making that noise?" A group of Japanese ronin from the Black Dragon Society turned around and saw a young man in "strange clothes" slowly walking down the stairs from the second floor. Beside him walked Ding Li, the second-generation leader of the Shanghai legendary Black Gang!
"Boss Ding!"

When they saw Ding Li, everyone in the restaurant greeted him, but at the same time, they looked at the young man who could walk in front of Ding Li with curiosity. Who was this person and how could he have boss Ding Li accompany him?

(End of this chapter)