Return To 1977 Chapter 15: Pan Dao

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There are many interesting things in the world. For example, there are always people who are happy and people who are unhappy.

Even trees and birds have their happy and unhappy moments. If bugs grow on a tree, the tree is unhappy. But if there are no insects in the tree, the birds will have nothing to eat, and the hungry birds will not be happy.

Similarly, if the thief can steal the money, he will be happy, but if Hong Yanwu loses the money, he will be unhappy. If the thief cannot even be found, he will of course be even more unhappy.

The two boys in military uniforms ran away to the west just now. It happened that when Hong Yanwu discovered the theft and chased after it, he was catching up with the passengers leaving the station. Therefore, as soon as the two boys ran past the exit of the station one after another, they were immediately wrapped up in a tight flow of people.

A large number of passengers poured out like scattered beans, leaving the station, picking up the station, looking for someone, asking for directions, buying tickets, transferring visas... Anyone who encounters this kind of misfortune is in trouble No matter what, the flow of people completely disrupted his vision. Everywhere he looked was gray, blue and green. Hong Yanwu could no longer find the two boys.

It runs really fast, it must have been the result of two little rabbits.

It goes without saying that the money must be recovered. Captain Xue's money can't be cheaper than these little bastards.

However, this matter needs to be kept secret, it would be too embarrassing for others to know.

Cursing continuously in his heart, Hong Yanwu began to wonder where the two boys were. Although he has never been a Buddha, he has been "raising Buddhas", "washing Buddhas" and eating "offerings" from Buddhas all year round. Moreover, when he was in prison in his previous life, he also met several famous "Big Buddhas" and some inmates with special abilities. When it comes to the inside stories and tricks of thieves, in this era, I am afraid that even some "full-time" Buddhas are not as good as him.

He knows that when a thief gets the goods, the first priority is to leave the scene quickly and stay away from the person who lost the money. Once you escape, the next step is to find a secluded alley or a public toilet so that you can take out the stolen loot and pass it by. Put away valuable things and throw away the useless ones with your wallet. In the jargon, this is called "blank bagging."

Then he asked passers-by about the time. It was now 11:30 noon. Judging from experience, there are only two possible destinations for the two boys, either to go to a deserted place or to eat.

To say that the area near the square is noisy, it is very difficult to find an area where no one is around. I am afraid that even the toilets will be overcrowded. Besides, how many times can he still count the money in his pocket?

Yes, those two boys were probably going to the restaurant. It was dinner time now, and it was very likely that they would exchange their money directly for food and drink.

Go quickly! Don't let them spend those five dollars.

With a fire burning in his heart, Hong Yanwu squeezed through the crowd and headed towards the edge of the square.

The restaurants at the train station are all west of the ticket office, and there are only two or three in total. The facade is not big, with a pair of shiny wooden doors open, and a thick cotton curtain hanging to block the wind and cold. Hong Yanwu still remembers this pitiful and shabby appearance, which was the most common appearance of state-owned restaurants in those days.

In fact, these days, no matter what kind of business shop it is, it is definitely state-owned.

State-owned, despite the simple words, has too many meanings for the Chinese people of this era. It often means being naive, but also means that the service is rough. However, at this time, people's consumption requirements have also dropped to the lowest point. No one cares about the decoration of restaurants. People who are away from home are satisfied as long as they have a place to buy food and fill their stomachs.

Taking it today, no matter which city it is, the food at the train station entrance is not very flattering. But in this era, since there is no private economy, this law cannot be established. Although the facilities of the few small restaurants here are simple, they can provide delicious food for tourists. The most popular item is the fried noodles. The portions are large and delicious. Each portion only costs 26 cents and half a catty of food stamps. For an extra 6 cents, you can also add a bowl of vegetable soup. This makes the whole square smell of cooked noodles and soy sauce. Even without menus, group purchases, or discount coupons, the queues waiting to buy food at these restaurants still stretched out the door.

The people who come to eat have a different accent, and there are many passengers who have just gotten off the train or have signed their train tickets and are waiting to get on the train. Because there were too many people and not enough space, many people took their meals and went outside the restaurant to find a place to eat by themselves. Dishes, bowls and chopsticks used by tourists are placed all over the place outside the restaurant, but there is no need to worry about these things being broken, because there are dedicated personnel to take care of them. The regular residents of the train station, the blind streamers, each have their own territory. They will clean up the leftovers that the tourists can't eat one by one, and then put the dishes and chopsticks in the corner for the restaurant with a sense of service. They are absolutely serious and responsible, environmentally friendly and pollution-free. This was also a scene back then, and it was a spectacle.

Hong Yanwu quickly found his target in a restaurant that also sells stir-fry dishes. Through the glass window, he could see at a glance that the two boys were sitting around a small round table in the left corner of a restaurant with four other people, drinking heavily.

On the table for six people were placed five or six plates and white plastic cups of real beer, including cold mix and stir-fry dishes. It was considered a sumptuous meal these days. It seems that this group of thieves has achieved a good harvest today and is holding a celebration banquet in great joy. Their incongruous luxury was in sharp contrast to the frugal meals of other travelers.

There were too many people in line, so Hong Yanwu had no choice but to squeeze through. He kept explaining that he was not a Gasser but looking for someone, so the people gathered at the door reluctantly moved a little to allow him to squeeze in. The group of thieves were clinking glasses at the moment and didn't notice the movement at the door.

"...I'm always stupid. I'll get dizzy as soon as I arrive in the capital. As long as they bump into each other like this, they will look back stupidly. Why don't you win? It's all for nothing."

As soon as Hong Yanwu entered the room, he heard a black-faced boy sitting on the seat talking proudly. Between this guy and his triangular eyes is a little oily guy. The three of them are sitting side by side, like a Korean pop group. He looks quite stocky, he is also 16 or 17 years old, and he is also wearing military casual clothes. Just based on his outfit and words, Hong Yanwu guessed that this was probably the little **** who hit him.

The black face just whistled, which annoyed the triangle eye, and the triangle eye pushed his shoulder through the little oil head, "Oh, it would be better if you were a woman..."

These words are obviously malicious. As soon as the black face heard this, he turned around and scolded, "Go to hell!"

The little greaser also came to help. "Don't you understand? Women are really better than you. You don't have to hit them, just stick them up, and all the old guys will be stunned. Why don't you buy a wig?"

Black Face looked unhappy when he saw Little Oil Head and Triangle Eyes working together to run against him. Just as he was about to retaliate, Triangle Eyes had already picked up the subject of the conversation and beat him to the cymbals first.

"She is so ugly, even if she is wearing a wig, I must be scared to death..."

These two bad boys are naturally accustomed to bullying black faces. They cooperated with each other tacitly and immediately caused everyone else at the dinner table to burst into laughter.

"Give me a big treat..."

"Oh coax oh coax!"

"Give me a washboard..."

"Go home and wash your underwear!"

This group of thieves actually continued to make noises and brazenly banged the table. They don't care about other people's looks, they are really a bunch of dirty cats and dogs.

While they were laughing, Hong Yanwu reached out to hold the back of the person in front of him, said "Excuse me" to the person next to him, found a gap, and squeezed out of the queue. At the same time, he also got a clear view of the six people on the table.

Across from the three cubs were three adults, all of whom looked to be about twenty years old.

The one on the outside is a thin man with a short haircut, wearing a half-worn labor cloth overalls. He looks like a worker who lives in the suburbs.

Next to Chun Tou, sitting with his back to the glass, was a big guy. This guy had a thick neck and a big head. In Beijing dialect, he was called Hun Chi Meng Zhuang.

The bigger one is a muscular man. This man's face has sharp edges and corners, and the muscles on his cheeks are obvious. When chewing, you can clearly see the movement of the muscles. Just based on where he was sitting, Hong Yanwu could conclude that he was the leader of this group of people.

Not for anything else, just because this location is quite special, at the very back of the corner, next to the glass. Sitting here, he could not only have an unobstructed view of the inside and outside of the house at the same time, but also use the shielding of his companions to make it difficult for others to see him. Choosing this most hidden position is often the habit of thieves.

At the wine table at this time, the black-faced man who had lost face was already a little anxious. He stood up and picked up a plastic bottle of beer, and started pouring oil on the little head and the triangular eyes.

But those two boys were so weird. They knew something was up when they saw the black face move, so they all slithered under the table.

The black face failed to succeed. He stood and slapped the table and cursed his mother. However, the two people below him smiled playfully and refused to come out.

That Cuntou also took the opportunity to throw a cheap punch and kicked the two people under the table.

Just when this group of thieves were making a fuss, no one noticed that Hong Yanwu had already walked to their table.

Hong Yanwu has his own way of greeting. He directly put his right hand on Hei Lian's left shoulder and pressed hard.

The black face was completely unprepared and just said "ah", then his body tilted, and he was pushed down on the wooden stool like a noodle.

Hong Yanwu didn't allow the boy to turn around, then bent his right hand and hugged the black face's neck. His left hand conveniently grabbed a stool from the side and sat down calmly next to his black face.

Black Face was naturally unhappy. He turned around with a sad face and opened his mouth to curse. But he didn't expect that just this one glance would make him tremble as if he'd been shocked. Needless to say, this kid recognized it.

The other people on the table stopped talking at this time. Everyone stared at Hong Yanwu who had just sat down without blinking. Their faces were extremely beautiful, nervous, excited, panicked, surprised, speculative, confused... sweet, sour, salty, spicy and bitter, it can be said that there are five flavors.

"How many of you are drinking?"

Hong Yanwuhao was not polite and greeted him carelessly. After saying that, he showed his white teeth and smiled at everyone present. But everyone could see that he had no good intentions.

The three adult thieves winked at each other with intricate eyes. The thief raised his chin slightly, and immediately received the shot from the outermost position, standing up and firing.

"Who are you?" The boy glared at Hong Yanwu, his tone harsh and harsh.

Hong Yanwu had no time to pay attention to Cun Tou, he just stared at the master who gave the orders. Then he deliberately hugged Hei Lian in front of everyone.

"Is this guy just hitting me?"

As he spoke, Hong Yanwu gave the black face a slap in the face with his left index finger.

At this moment, there was a "dang" sound, and a red dot immediately appeared on the black face's forehead, and tears almost fell down.

This is a provocation!

The short hair was left hanging aside, and his eyes were full of anger in embarrassment. But the thief didn't say anything.

Hong Yan's martial hand pointed at the table again, "And the two at the bottom, did they buy my goods together?"

This is an accusation!

Cun Tou had already rolled up his sleeves and seemed to be hesitant to take action. He turned to look at Thief Tou, but he still didn't get the instruction.

Hong Yanwu didn't waste any more nonsense. He raised his leg and kicked two big men out from under the table.

The triangular eye and the small oil head are drilled out with the reel. As soon as they got up from the greasy floor, they screamed in pain and rubbed their waists and legs.

None of the three adult thieves expected that Hong Yanwu would kick him whenever he asked, and they had different expressions of surprise.

Cuntou swallowed hard because of the force of this kick.

The big guy's face was twitching.

The thief's lips moved at this time, as if he wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

At this time, the black face with a big bump on his forehead came back to his senses while rubbing his forehead. When Hong Yanwu wasn't paying attention, he grabbed the arm around his neck.

But as soon as he moved, Hong Yanwu noticed it. But Hong Yanwu didn't look at him at all. He just tensed up his biceps on his right arm, and in the end, he choked the kid until he stuck out his tongue like a hanged man.

"Cough, cough..." Black Face choked, almost desperately trying to push Hong Yanwu's arm, but Hong Yanwu's arm remained motionless.

This kind of wrestling is actually meaningless, because although Hei Lian is stocky, Hong Yanwu has martial arts. Especially at this age, Hong Yanwu not only has excellent physical fitness, but also has just completed a year of strenuous physical labor. The two of them are not on the same level at all. How can they resist Hong Yanwu's black face? There can only be one piece of dough.

Cuntou had been standing there for a long time. Then he saw something was wrong. He slammed the table and shouted, "Let go!"

Hong Yanwu just curled his lips, showing a very regretful expression, and strengthened his arms even more.

The black face couldn't bear it even more, and his face suddenly turned purple, like a round purple-skinned eggplant. The boy struggled in Hong Yanwu's arms and began to kick the ground with all his strength. The stool rolled and shifted under his buttocks, and the stool legs finally made a difficult swinging motion, making a "clinking" sound.

This is an absolute escalation of confrontation!

Cuntou's face turned green with anger, and he pointed at Hong Yanwu. "Are you making a fuss? I'll destroy you!"

As Chun Tou almost changed his tune and shouted, with a "shudder", the little greasy head, the triangular eyes and the other big guy all came over. But their leader is still calm and steady.

Hong Yanwu just waited for the thief to say something. Because usually in such a theft gang, the leader is the most vicious and ruthless person in the gang. Either he is the best at fighting, or he has the highest craftsmanship, or he is a combination of both. Only by being able to suppress him can he make these people listen to him. If you go out to practice or fight among gangs, your colleagues will have to look at the thief leader, and you will have no backbone.

In fact, Hong Yanwu felt that the leader of the thieves should have understood that it was "explosion" caused by the three brats, and the victim came to the door. There has been no response for a long time. This kid must be thinking about something. Perhaps he was afraid that he would call the police, so he was secretly observing the surroundings. Perhaps she wanted to stretch his weight and speculate on his purpose. Maybe I'm just worried that if I take action here, things will become too big to deal with. No matter what this kid was thinking, he was deliberately trying to give them a blow. He just wanted to let this group of people know that he was not someone to be trifled with, and at the same time, he wanted to force them to negotiate.

So, Hong Yanwu twisted the corner of his mouth and added another three points of strength. I thought to myself: OK, aren't you trying to be a big rivet? Then work harder, it's not my son who is trapped to death anyway.

As Hong Yanwu exerted his strength this time, the black face suddenly straightened up, and the stool under his **** also fell to the ground.

This kid's feet slipped directly under the table. Except for his neck, which was trapped in Hong Yanwu's arms, only his feet were touching the ground, and all other parts of his body were in the air. And his white fingers were gripping the arms around his neck, and the blood vessels in his forehead were almost bursting. In just a moment, it was obvious that he was out of breath. He made a hoarse and difficult gasping sound from his throat. His eyes bulged and he almost rolled his eyes.

The thief finally changed his color. He stretched out his hand first and stopped several of his men who were coming around to make a move. Then he was about to speak. But at this moment, unexpectedly, a middle-aged lady in a white coat from the restaurant stopped working and walked over angrily.

"What are you doing? You want to go out and pay for breaking things."

It turns out that the abnormal situation here just now has caused panic among other customers in the restaurant, and people who were afraid of harming Chiyu stayed away. The queue to buy food suddenly became chaotic, disrupting the normal work of the restaurant.

Faced with the white coat's rebuke, the bandit leader didn't dare to stab him at all. Instead, he stood up quickly, showing an attentive look on his face. "Big sister, big sister. It's okay, just kidding..."

Hong Yanwu understood at a glance that these local gangsters were hanging around here every day, probably because they were afraid of upsetting the eldest lady and not having a place to eat. This is a state-owned store, I really dare to tell them to get out.

The stern face in the white coat turned to Hong Yanwu again. Hong Yanwu was also afraid of attracting the police, so he let go of the black face.

Hei Lian felt relaxed for a moment, but couldn't say anything. He just rubbed his neck and coughed repeatedly.

The white coat snorted and turned his head. At this moment, she was dissatisfied with the few inches who were still standing. "Where are you looking at the scenery? If you don't want to leave, don't you think there are so many people and no land outside?"

The thief hurriedly greeted his men, "Sit down and stop shouting."

After being greeted by the thief, the other four people who were standing sat back down with reluctance, and the wooden stools under their buttocks made a "clatter" noise as they played with it.

When the customers in line saw that the white coat had successfully stopped the gangster from causing trouble, they gradually felt at ease. Order was gradually restored, and the commotion soon subsided.

"Oh, that's a bunch of stinky hooligans." Seeing that they were quite sensible, the white coat scolded them and stopped pursuing them. She turned around and entered the kitchen again, with her chest and belly raised like a senior leader.

Hong Yanwu blinked as he looked at it. It's weird, this eldest sister and the attendant who chased him out of the waiting room really look like a sister and son. The tone and expression are similar, just like Shuangbang'er (in dialect, twins).

Looking at the wine table at this time, the four people who had just sat down were still staring at Hong Yanwu with fierce expressions, like four guard dogs on chains. But the black face was panting and looking at Hong Yanwu with horror.

The triangle eyes looked empty and attached to the thief's ear, "Brother, this is the grandson. He said he came back from Chadian."

After hearing this, the thief raised his eyebrows and just nodded.

Hong Yanwu still looked unconcerned. He had seen too many pretentious scenes like this. If there was a real fight, this group of people would be nothing more than a bunch of cabbage to him. It's just that doing something here will easily attract the police, so for both him and this group of thieves, "Pan Dao" is the best choice.

There has always been a rule on the road. If a person in the world wants to find a thief to get his things back after it is stolen, there are no more than two ways to deal with it. Either you can get it back by force and force, and whoever lies down will be the grandson and will have the final say. Or negotiate in a peaceful way and let the other party voluntarily admit defeat and spit out the things.

However, this kind of negotiation is not about soft words and soft words, nor is it about pretending to be fierce and threatening. Instead, they need to understand each other's political background through language, and secretly compete to see who is more capable and who has more connections. The slang term for this kind of behavior is "pandao". In fact, it is through chatting with each other to see who is more awesome and more qualified than the gangsters.

Of course, this kind of awesomeness is not something to brag about. All masters who can "pandao" have experience, know the rules, and know the depth of each other. They can understand each other's background in a few words. But if you wander around with less than half a bottle, and only have a partial understanding of the world, if you make a wrong judgment or leak the details, you will not only make your opponents look down on you and become a laughing stock, but you may also offend people you shouldn't offend over a trivial matter.

As expected, the mutual testing phase has initially ended. The thief didn't waste any more time. He coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and spoke first to test the situation.

"Look at the stranger (a slang term meaning you have never seen it before), what do you call it?"

“I just came out of the correctional camp (a slang term for a labor camp), and we haven’t seen him before.”

Because it was so embarrassing to lose money today, Hong Yanwu always thought that it would be best to deal with it quietly (in dialect, quietly). So he seemed to have answered, but he didn't say who he was. But once they struck up a conversation, the other party understood that they had met a comrade.

This is the first time for the three cubs on the side to see such a scene. They all stared with excitement and kept their mouths shut. No one interrupted, as if they were waiting to watch a martial arts movie.

Continue with questions and answers.

"Full?"

"The big ticket (slang for release certificate) is back."

"How many times?"

"Grand Slam, stomped twice." (slang, three years of reeducation through labor, with a two-year reduction)

"How did you get into the circle?"

"War criminal (a slang term for being arrested for fighting)."

Hong Yanwu was absolutely sure of his answer, and in order to increase his deterrence, he deliberately answered one by one and never said more. Because generally experienced people have a feeling that people who don't talk much are the most dangerous, and they are most likely to be birth masters. (A slang term for someone who can fight and is not afraid of trouble).

Hearing this, the thief raised his eyebrows again, and looked at Hong Yanwu differently.

"Majiapu Yousan'er. Friends, do you have any advice?"

The thief seemed a little unwilling to be at a disadvantage. He raised his thumb and announced his name. After that, he kept staring at Hong Yanwu's face, as if he was very concerned about Hong Yanwu's reaction.

Hong Yanwu didn't know which forest bird You San was. In his memory, no matter it was now or in the future, there was no one like him among all the famous people on the street.

If You San's name sounded familiar to him, it was only because there was a beautiful girl named You San Sister in "A Dream of Red Mansions". He also knew that this girl later became a dead ghost because she was too angry and wiped her neck after falling in love. But even so, that You San sister couldn't be this You San's sister, so he made the request without batting an eyelid.

"I broke my shilling, (a slang term for losing something) and I want to find it back."

You San's face darkened, as if he felt that Hong Yanwu's attitude was a little too arrogant and made him lose face. So he leaned back, his tone obviously filled with anger.

"The leaf (a slang term for money) belongs to whomever it is in. Just look for it. How much respect do you have?"

Hong Yanwu didn't care about You San's anger, he still dealt with it in a measured and steady manner.

"I have friends all over the world, (a slang term refers to one who has a wide network of friends), but the leaves are narrow and cannot quench my thirst (a slang term, refers to a person who does not have much money or enough to share), give in?"

Seeing Hong Yanwu's calm expression, You San hesitated again. His eyes flickered a few times, and he asked tentatively, "Do you have a car? Why don't you take a ride? (In slang, do you know the local big game owner? If you do, why don't you go find him?)"

Hong Yanwu didn’t stutter at all, “I’m running out of water, and I’m afraid that someone familiar with the trick will make me laugh. (A slang term referring to a mistake that’s too embarrassing, and I’m afraid that the leader of thieves with whom I’m familiar will laugh.)”

As soon as You San heard this, his eyes twitched, and he was obviously surprised. He began to look at Hong Yanwu carefully, looking up and down.

In fact, this reaction is normal, because in the world of Beijing at this time, the word "handle" is not used casually. This word probably comes from the "laobaozi" and "rudder handler" in the old society. It refers to a big leader who is different from ordinary small bosses and has the ability to govern all thieves in an area.

Hong Yanwu was calm and Ren Yousan looked at him casually. But suddenly, You San raised his eyebrows and smiled, and then glared, "Little kid, what are you talking about?"

Hong Yanwu immediately knew what You San was planning. This kid probably looked at him because he was only 17 or 18, so he was doubtful about his calling himself a "war criminal". And when he said he knew a lot about this place, he thought he was bragging. This is both "colliding" and "exploding" him. As long as he shows a little timidity, this gang of thieves will dare to "turn over" with him immediately. (A slang term referring to disobedience to discipline)

Faced with You San’s ridicule, Hong Yanwu frowned and returned a cold look. "Don't talk nonsense. I know Da Dehe. Do I have to tell him?"

Hong Yanwu was not bluffing. He said that Da Dehe was the true **** here, the "master" who had been making a living at Yongdingmen Railway Station.

Da Dehe is six years older than Hong Yanwu. In fact, Da Dehe is just his nickname, which comes from the wrestling term "Dehe Le".

"Dehele" is originally Mongolian, meaning hook, and is the most commonly used frontal attack technique in wrestling. This action has been mentioned in several traditional cross talk jokes, such as Ma Sanli's "Da Shang Shou" and Li Boxiang's "Jinge Lighting".

Dehele is also subdivided according to different wrestling methods into Da Dehe (hanging leg throw) and Xiao Dehe (kneeling leg throw). The other name of this move in Da De Hele is also called shabu gourd. It basically means that one party puts his leg between the other party's legs and causes the other party to lose balance and fall by "stirring" and "tripping". Since Da De He dares to call him this nickname, it is naturally because he is good at Da De He Le.

The first time Hong Yanwu and Dade He met was to compete for the No. 40 bus line from Muxiyuan Shopping Mall to Fuxing Road for their respective Buddhas. Originally, the two parties met outside Yongding Gate for a big fight involving dozens of people. Unexpectedly, Da Dehe, who was in the majority at the scene, heard that Hong Yanwu had never met an opponent in wrestling, and actually proposed to practice one-on-one, and the bet was the "40" bus route. Hong Yanwu naturally agreed happily, and the two of them became friends.

Da Dehe's skills were developed through wild wrestling. He doesn't follow rules, is fierce and ruthless, and is quite capable of shouting. He actually has a good chance of winning against ordinary opponents. But unfortunately when he met Hong Yanwu, he could only be considered unlucky. Because besides being a wild boy who was not afraid of death, Hong Yanwu also learned from famous masters.

Ye Ye, who taught Hong Yan martial arts and wrestling, was from the Buku family. The Shanpu Camp of the Qing Palace was divided into three levels, namely Yi Chang, Pu Hu and "Ta Xi Lu", all of which were held by bannermen. Both Yuye's grandfather and father served as the left wing commander of Shanpu Camp. In this case, if the master is good enough, then of course the apprentice's skills will not be much different. Compared with Da Dehe, Hong Yanwu is more than one or two steps higher.

There is no need to give a detailed description of the details of the competition. It will only be said that Da Dehe grabbed Hong Yanwu's back collar with his left hand, hooked Hong Yanwu's right leg with his left leg, and was only one push away from his right hand to complete Da Dehe Le. (falling with legs hanging). Instead, Hong Yanwu turned to the right first, and at the same time with his left hand, he pulled his right arm towards his lower right side. Then, Hong Yanwu's hanging right leg pressed down on Da Dehe's raised left leg and landed in front of Da Dehe's right leg, followed by another move...

The end result was too violent. Hong Yanwu acted like a "defeat stick", but instead he knocked the big head upside down and landed on his face on the ground. Suddenly, turning upside down, he cracked the wrestling technique that Dadehe was good at.

Afterwards, the big brother was defeated. He not only admitted defeat calmly, but also kept his promise and gave up the "40" road. The two groups of people have lived in peace since then.

After that, Da Dehe often went to Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan to ask for wrestling skills, and they developed a friendship that they didn't know each other even if they didn't fight.

Actually, Hong Yanwu didn't announce his great name early because he didn't want his half-life-long reputation to be ruined in one fell swoop. It was a matter of honor, and if he knew about it, he would have to be entertained for a month, so where could he go to spread the news?

But now, the situation in front of him has forced him to do this. He had never met any of these six people, and You San obviously didn't take him seriously. He was questioned and questioned again and again, and he was treated as a confused master.

He was really annoyed when it came to this. After thinking about it, I felt that since this gang of thieves wanted a strong dragon that could not defeat a local snake, they might as well find the biggest local snake.