9 Chapter 9
"Not bad, you can stay in the martial arts hall." Shen said to the people groaning on the floor while he straightened his clothes.
When the group heard Shen they couldn't help but be happy.
"I don't care what you used to be in China. From now on, you will teach martial arts here. My place, my rules." Shen said to the group with finality.
"I don't want to drag you out but force me and I will!"
These people are all boxers who sneaked into the United States to escape the war. They don't speak English. They don't have any skills except Kung Fu. They could only rely on the docks as porters to earn a living.
In order to improve his fighting skills, Shen specially recruited a group of martial artists who had just arrived in the United States looking to make a living, and selected the four of the best.
After saying his piece, he walked away. Several people soon stood up and bowed to Shen, their eyes full of respect and gratitude.
"Thank you boss! Be relieved, I will not let the owner down!" the group chorused.
These martial artists are considered as good in their own territory before coming to the states, so they were somewhat proud. However, their time in the US flattened their pride and arrogance. In this war-torn world, as long as they can eat and provide for their families they are already content.
Shen took them in when they were having a hard time making ends meet, so they consider him their benefactor, and will strive to pay him back.
Moreover, martial artists respect strength and Shen has it in spades while being so young. Although his skills are a little rough, time and practice could easily rectify that, to the extent that one day he will reach a peak that they could only dream of. Why would they be dissatisfied?
Noticing the look on the martial artists, Shen nodded with satisfaction.
The martial arts hall has three floors.
The third floor is Shen's private area, no one is allowed to enter.
The first floor is a public area with rooms such as a hall, a practice room, a balcony, a dressing room and a rest area. The rooms of the martial artists employed here are located on the second floor.
It's much better than the dirty slums where they used to live. Some of the boxers looked at the spacious and comfortable room in front of them, and there was an inexplicable warmth in their hearts.
Shen is no longer an unknown suspicious individual after having solved his identity problem.
Hydra has many spies in the world, many of whom are in high positions. Before leaving Norway, Shen ordered his agents to fabricate an identity for him.
Having arranged his identity, the US government could not find any problems.
At the same time, within Hydra, Shen also arranged a new identity for himself as the red skull's new assistant, a martial arts master from China, cooperating with Hydra to complete secret missions in the US. Of course, his identity is strictly confidential.
After coming to New York, Shen disguised himself as a rich Chinese man who came to the United States to escape the war. He bought a whole building in Brooklyn and opened a martial art hall.
The red skull temporarily disappeared from the public eye. The affairs of the Hydra were temporarily taken over by his assistant remotely. The base was under the responsibility of Dr. Zola and the new guard captain John.
The worship and awe of Shen's persona have long been buried deep into the bones of Hydra, and no one has any objections to his orders. Their mission is to follow the will of the leader and complete the mission given to them. After Shen's house cleaning, no one would question his will.
The short-term disappearance of Shen's persona did not cause any confusion in Hydra. The construction of the base and various studies were carried out step by step. Dr. Zola's research on the Tesseract has also progressed.
On the third floor, Shen went to the sofa by the window and sat down, took the towel handed by the old butler standing by.
"Eddie, how are you?" Shen wiped his hand and handed the towel back to the butler, standing in front of Shen, wearing a fitted dark gray suit, white hair comb neatly, The old man with a gentle and kind face on his face was Albert, the painter he met in Liverpool.
"It's good here, the bed in my room is very comfortable." Old Albert said in his gentle voice.
Before Shen came to the United States, he remembered the old Albert who stayed in Liverpool. Since he was his first acquaintance in this world he wanted to know what happened to him. Before going to the US, he went to Liverpool and found him still in the square, painting.
Despite the $10,000 that Shen gave him, Albert's life has not changed much. In addition to renting a cheap house and having a safe place, he also helped some of his compatriots.
Every day, he still goes to the square to paint for people. With his life a little bit better, he often thinks about the young man who helped him.
When Shen appeared in front of him again, the old Albert was shaking his hand and almost didn't stop. Looking at the young man who gave him a smile, Albert who barely smiled these days returned it with his own. (No Homo)
"Sir, do you want me to paint you a portrait?" Old Albert asked with a smile.
"Why not?" Being with Albert, Shen felt relaxed, he didn't have to carefully maintain his persona, or come up with plans, he could temporarily relax, enjoy life, and enjoy Europe's culture.
This is the feeling of trust. Although the time spent together is not long, Shen knows that Albert, he is serious and rigorous, optimistic and open-minded, kind and honest. He is an old man who has experienced too much. The tribulations he experienced made him treat life and death with calmness. Shen only managed to break his calm when he disguised himself. When he remembered Albert's expression at the time, he couldn't help but smile a bit.
After a brief preparation, he began to paint Shen.
"Eddie I am going to New York, do you want to go with me?" Shen sat on a wooden chair and kept his position.
Old Albert was holding a brush on the drawing board, and he couldn't help but pause. He replied after thinking about it briefly.
"Does it include food and a place to stay?"
"Of course, your daily salary is ten dollars, including food and shelter." Shen replied with a smile.
"Congratulations, from today on, you have a good housekeeper." Old Albert put down his brush and stood up, and gave a graceful bow.
It turned out that Old Albert was born in an aristocratic family. He received aristocratic education from an early age and was very talented in painting. After World War I, Albert, wanted to become independent so he became a steward to a big aristocrat.
That was until the nobleman died. Albert, who was nearly forty years old, decided to leave the castle and bravely pursue his dreams as an artist.
Even he himself did not expect that, after a few years, he would return to being a housekeeper. However, he can't think of anything else that can help Shen. He has the skills acquired from his days before becoming an artist. He can help Shen take care of his logistics and take care of his daily life.
He had a wonderful life, he has enjoyed the luxury life of the nobility, experienced the vicissitudes of the world, bravely pursued his dreams, and experienced the hardships of having no food and shelter.
Perhaps, Shen will bring him more excitement in the remaining days of his life.(No Homo)
AN: I change his name from Chen Mo to Shen. I know that its his family name but its better than calling him Mo. I like Shen better than just Mo. that is why his family members, if they appear, will be called by their first names.
I'm having second thoughts on calling his knife 'throwing' knife or flying knife. Fantasy wise, flying knife is better. Reality wise I feel that throwing knife is better. Though he doesn't actually throw the knife, I think he uses his ability to launch the knife from his space… so tell me what you think.
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