Chapter 445: I'm your second eldest uncle

Ba Laohu frowned.

He felt that Zhang Yong's mobilization was too straightforward.

It was rude and direct. But it lacked ideological awareness. It was too vulgar. The ideology had not been sublimated.

To kill the Japanese invaders, it is not the ocean that counts!

It is faith!

It is will!

What if there is no ocean one day?

Killing a Japanese soldier is rewarded with one dollar. Or even two.

If you have to kill 10,000 Japanese soldiers, won't you need 10,000 dollars? And if you have to kill 100,000, won't you need 100,000 dollars?

Where will you find that many dollars?

Speechless.

This little guy...

If you can't get out of this situation, you're in trouble.

'Baka...'

'Baka...'

Over there, Tong Tiangong and Yu Hongzhi looked at each other again.

They were furious inside. But they dared not show it. If they let their guard down, they would be finished.

One ocean, one Japanese soldier.

Hats off!

How outrageous!

Was this about the ocean?

Could the lives of Japanese be measured in oceans?

Hats off!

Shame on you!

However, the veterans of the Northeastern Army could not wait any longer.

Soon, a fourth veteran went up.

This time, Zhang Yong's instructions are for a slightly longer distance. More than 150 metres.

Zhang Yong had wanted to reassure the man that it was okay if he missed. He could take another shot. But the veteran is already pulling the trigger, impatient.

'Pang!'

The shot is sharp.

Zhang Yong: ...

Don't worry!

You probably won't hit it from that far away.

And so it is...

The target falls quickly.

A moment later, the corresponding red dot disappears.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay, forget it.

From now on, Mum won't have to worry about my studies...

No, I won't have to worry about your marksmanship.

Reward!

A dollar.

The veteran soldier went off happily.

He was happier than at Chinese New Year.

The other Northeastern Army veterans were green with envy. Their eyes sparkled.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

When will it be my turn...

Next.

The fifth veteran soldier came up.

Zhang Yong had just given his target instructions when the veteran already hit the target with the first shot.

'Pop!'

The sound of the gunshot was sharp.

The target fell headfirst as if drunk.

From the scope, it looked like he had hit the neck? Yes. He hit the neck. There was a bit of deviation.

This veteran was a bit anxious. So anxious that he didn't fully prepare himself before firing.

Looking back at the veteran's movements just now, it seems that he didn't even aim?

Raise his hand. Fire. All in one go.

So, is this what they call a 'hand feeling'? You don't aim with your eyes, you aim with your heart.

Amazing!

These are all first-class experts.

Good.

I want all these sharpshooters, Zhang Yong!

I'm not a good shot myself. But the people around me are. Not only are they good shots, they're also super prolific.

Reward!

A dollar!

And the sixth one...

Looking for the target.

'See...'

'Bang!'

Before he could finish speaking, the gun went off.

Zhang Yong's mind could barely keep up with his eyes.

His eyes saw the targets start to fall, but his mind had not yet reacted.

A moment later...

The red dots disappeared.

Zhang Yong came back to his senses.

He took out a large ocean. Reward. Hurry up and go. Hurry up and go.

Why are you in such a hurry?

Are you afraid I won't give it to you?

Really!

You can kill as many Japanese invaders as you like!

Kill 10,000!

Kill 100,000!

If you kill 100,000 Japanese invaders, I will reward you 100,000 yuan on the spot!

No questions asked.

If I, Zhang Yong, fail to do so, may I be struck by lightning...

No, that's not right. May my descendants be struck by lightning. Is that harsh enough?

Next.

'Seeing...'

'Bang!'

Another impatient fellow.

Even more so than the last one. He pulled the trigger as soon as I had finished describing it.

Zhang Yong: ...

Numb.

Whatever!

You guys are awesome. You can shoot whoever you want.

Just don't shoot the wrong targets.

It doesn't matter if you shoot the wrong targets. They're all traitors anyway. They deserve to die.

Apart from the hidden Japanese soldiers, there were also a few hardcore traitors who kept jumping around, acting very lively. So, they were also named by Zhang Yong.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

The gunshots came and went. One shot after another. One shot after another.

Finally, no one dared to jump out again. They all obediently hid behind the street. They didn't dare to stick their heads out.

'Bang!'

Someone stuck their head out.

They were shot immediately. Their heads were blown off on the spot.

Serves you right!

Who told you to stick your head out?

You were just asking for it, weren't you?

You're done for!

A reward!

A big reward!

Finally...

The last veteran had finished.

There were 47 in total. 47 targets had been eliminated.

The remaining personnel all scattered.

The backbone has been killed. The rest are all rabble. How dare they continue?

Good!

That's it! Deterrence by force!

Those veteran Northeastern Army soldiers are indeed awesome. They work very well.

They can be the main force in the future.

When the Righteous National Salvation Army is established, they can all be platoon leaders and company commanders.

Being a squad leader is an insult.

He turned to look at Tiger Ba and said, 'Big Boss, leave them all to me!'

'Okay. But I have a condition.'

'What condition? Tell me.'

'I'll take you on as my disciple in place of the master.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was shocked.

Taking on a disciple in place of the master? You've got to be kidding...

I know you're very good at martial arts. You're from Cangzhou.

It would be great to train in martial arts with you.

But without me, me, me...

I'm afraid of hard work and tiredness!

Just standing in one place and keeping your horse stance can kill me.

No way. No way. Absolutely not.

'I'll take you on as my disciple. You'll be my junior. In the future, you'll be the head of Tiexianquan.'

'Wait. Wait. I didn't say I wanted to join Tiexianquan!'

'That's my condition. You can refuse. If you refuse, these people can't be yours.'

'Why?'

'Just say yes or no.'

'No...'

Zhang Yong felt so ridiculous!

I just asked you for a few people. You're actually asking for my life?

If I train martial arts with you, I'll sooner or later be crippled.

What century is this? Still practising martial arts? Outdated.

No matter how high your martial arts skill is, you're afraid of a kitchen knife.

Not to mention guns and bombs?

Outdated...

If you have the same skill as Yan Shuangying, I might consider it...

'I have a very high status in the martial arts world.'

'How high? How many floors?'

'Yuan Wenhui and Wang Zhulin are both two generations lower than me.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly sparkled.

Two generations below you? So if I agree, and you become my master, I'll be your junior?

Then when Yuan Wenhui and Wang Zhulin see me, they'll have to call me 'second uncle'? Haha! Two generations below them! It's not even proper to call them 'dad'. They'll have to call me 'second uncle', 'second uncle', 'second uncle'...

That's tempting.

I can't fight. I just want to take verbal advantage.

If there is a proper excuse, then the next time he sees the other person, he will really want the other person to call him 'second uncle'.

'My dear grandson, come here. I am your second uncle...'

'I don't swear. I really am your second uncle...'

'I don't believe you. Go and ask!'

Haha.

It's hilarious.

I reckon the other person will be so ashamed that they will kill themselves.

Then I won't have to work hard.

What if the other person doesn't want to call you? Then you hit them. No, you educate them.

A grandfather teaching his grandson. Who dares to intervene?

Japanese, don't move! I'll teach my grandson myself! If you come over, I'll teach you too!

Haha!

It's almost enough to make you laugh.

But!

Wait!

This matter must be investigated thoroughly.

What if Ba Laohu is tricking me?

'Seniority...'

'I am one generation above Baishisheng. Baishisheng was Yuan Wenhui's master.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong understood.

It was indeed the case.

Among the information collected in Tianjin, it is indeed well-known that Yuan Wenhui was a disciple of Baishisheng.

Unexpectedly, this Ba Laohu is cunning. He actually has a higher generation than Baishisheng. This is extraordinary. With such a high generation, it would be a waste not to show it off.

The more he thinks about it, the more excited he becomes.

However, martial arts cannot be practiced. There is something that must be clarified.

'Do you need to abstain from alcohol?'

'You cannot abuse alcohol.'

'Do I need to give up women?'

'You cannot indulge in lust.'

'What is indulging in lust?'

'More than three times a day.'

'Okay, I agree.'

Zhang Yong immediately changed his mind.

Holy shit, I was so scared. I thought I couldn't touch a woman in the future.

That definitely won't work.

I have to at least have a son to carry on the family line. There really is an imperial throne to inherit.

I didn't expect that it was no more than three times a day.

Holy shit! That's a shock.

I can't even get laid three times a day!

Accept it.

Accept it.

'You have to think carefully. Once you join us, you can't worship other people as your master. Otherwise, you'll be betraying your master and your ancestors. You'll be torn apart by a thousand knives and eaten alive by a million snakes.'

'Don't make it sound so scary, okay? I won't betray my master. But wait...'

'What's your other question? Go ahead!'

'Since it's the Green Gang, then we're on the same level as Du Yuesheng and Huang Jinrong...'

'I'm the same generation as them.'

'Really?'

'We're all of the same generation.'

'Oh dear, then there's no problem.'

Zhang Yong was overjoyed.

This master was a good choice. A wonderful choice. A choice that was just perfect.

It didn't matter if he was capable or not. The key was seniority. Even if he couldn't be called grandpa, at least he was on the same level.

When I go back to Shanghai in the future, if I see Du Yuesheng or Huang Jinrong, I'll at least bow to them and call them big brother. Don't be formal. We're on the same level. My master's seniority is higher than yours.

Haha.

It's ridiculous.

For no reason at all, I'm the second master of Yuan Wenhui!

"Since you have volunteered to join our school, I will accept you as a disciple on behalf of my master. You will be the second-generation disciple of Tiexianquan.'

'Isn't it the Green Gang?'

'The Green Gang has many branches. We are one of them.'

'It didn't develop from the Boxer Rebellion?'

'Don't talk nonsense.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong hurriedly shut up.

He thought to himself, when I next worship my master, I must burn him some beautiful women...

This hierarchy is so important. I'm so happy.

It's fair to bully people.

If you don't agree, you'll get a beating.

Do it right away.

'When I'm ready, I'll let you know to come over, open the hall, cut the chicken's head off, burn the joss paper, and formally become my disciple!'

'Great!'

'Before that, you need to bathe and fast, abstain from women for a month.'

'Why?'

'It's a test of your determination and sincerity.'

'What if I can't do it?'

Zhang Yong asked cautiously.

It seemed that he and Mei Lu hadn't consummated their marriage yet! They were gorgeous women.

Although it feels like the appearance of the three Mei sisters is inexplicable, they are really beautiful! The bridal chamber is really wonderful...

Abstaining for a month is difficult...

'If the ancestors below know, they may feel that you are not sincere enough and may not protect you...'

'Can't I make it up by burning more paper money?'

'Stop talking nonsense! Do as you like! Just tell people you have abstained for a month!'

'Ah, I understand, I understand!'

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up. He readily accepted good advice. So that's how it works.

It seems that Lao Ba is not such an old-fashioned guy after all. He's not inflexible.

Good, good, good!

This senior is not bad! I like him!

And all the previous generations of ancestors, I will definitely burn enough paper money for you...

So happy...

So delighted...

He decided to flaunt his status as the second eldest son.

Flaunt it at whom?

Of course at Yuan Wenhui.

'Do you have the Yuan residence's phone number?'

'Yes.'

'Put through a call for me.'

'Er...'

Everyone around looked at each other.

What was this? Calling the Yuan residence? Was that a surrender?

"Senior, what's our master's name?'

'Yu Canghai.'

'What?'

'Yu Canghai.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong was full of wonder.

So there really was a Yu Canghai! Was he from the Qingcheng Sect?

How did Qingcheng start?

Good, if I see Yuan Wenhui in the future, I'll just do the Qingcheng style 'Sinking Fish, Falling Flowers' and turn my butt to the sky...

He really called the Yuan residence. The line was connected.

Someone really picked up.

Zhang Yong introduced himself directly. I'm Zhang Yong. I'm from the Secret Service Agency of the Restoration Society. I'm Yuan Wenhui's second uncle. Tell my grandson to answer the phone.

The other person: !@#¥%...

Hurry and report to Yuan Wenyao.

'Second Master, it says you're the one they're looking for...'

'Who?'

'He said he...'

'Said what?'

'He said he's your second uncle...'

'Bastard!'

Yuan Wenhui suddenly became irritable.

He slapped his subordinate away with a single palm.

What second uncle!

Do you want to die?

Who's the second uncle?

I'm the second uncle!

I'm the Yuan family's second uncle!

Bastard!

A moment later, he had the other person dragged back.

Yuan Wenyao wanted to know who was so arrogant as to dare to call the Yuan residence and claim to be his second elder brother!

Son of a bitch!

Do you want to die?

"He also said that his name is Zhang Yong and that he is from the Fuxing Society...'

'What?'

Yuan Wenhui was furious.

Zhang Yong!

Fuxing Society!

Aaaaaah!

How dare he call the Yuan residence? And how dare he arrogantly claim to be my second uncle?

Baka!

He Yuan Wenyao is the other person's second uncle!

Furious.

Fuming with anger.

He picked up the phone and angrily yelled:

"Which son of a bitch are you? How dare you say you're my second uncle? Tell me your name!'

'Son of a bitch, I really am your second uncle! I'm Zhang Yong.'

'Zhang! You want to die!'

'Ba Laohu has just taken me on as his disciple. My master is Yu Canghai. I am two generations above you. What's wrong with calling me your second uncle?'

'Go to hell!'

'Who are you? So unruly? Have you forgotten your place? You'll get three cuts and six holes, and ten thousand arrows through your heart!'

'Zhang, I don't care who you are! If you dare to lay a hand on the Yuan residence, I'll take your life!'

'Forget it! Don't waste your breath. Hurry up. Call me your second uncle. If your second uncle is in a good mood, he might just let you go.'

'Go to hell!'

'Pang!'

Yuan Wenyao hung up the phone.

His face was as red as a ripe pig's liver. He felt like exploding right there.

Second uncle!

I'm your second uncle!