Life in siheyuan era

Seeing Zhou Zhiyuan pounce over, the young man's expression changed slightly; his judgment was wrong.

Hu Biao had repeatedly told him the details of that time, and the young man believed this was an expert.

But 'a hero can't stand against four hands, and a fierce tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves.' No matter how good Zhou Zhiyuan was at fighting, he couldn't withstand a gang fight from a group of young thugs, especially since there were three good fighters among them.

He had to regain this face for Hu Biao; it was necessary to carry out the revenge in the evening.

His original plan was to follow Zhou Zhiyuan to his home, break in at midnight, force Zhou Zhiyuan out, and give him a good beating, so he couldn't go to work the next day.

The core of this plan was that Hu Biao would walk into the office triumphantly the next day, while Zhou Zhiyuan would be nowhere to be seen. There would be no need to publicize it; everyone would know what was going on.

His plan was good, but after five o'clock, he received the news, "Zhou Zhiyuan is working overtime in the evening."

Hearing this news, the young man was suspicious, "What does Zhou Zhiyuan mean?"

He didn't believe that Zhou Zhiyuan had no precautions; there was no such simple thing as "hitting someone without consequences."

He wouldn't think that way, and he believed Zhou Zhiyuan wouldn't think that way either. His working overtime at night made the young man suspect there was a conspiracy.

But at this time, there was no choice. The thugs had gathered, the task had been assigned, so everyone would just stay here and wait.

Zhou Zhiyuan's actions disrupted the young man's original plan. He didn't know when Zhou Zhiyuan would leave, or even if he would go home. At this time, he could only wait and see, take out money and food stamps, and let everyone take turns going to the restaurant to eat.

Waiting until after eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Zhiyuan came out. At this time, the young man still had no choice but to track him all the way, but he couldn't determine where to strike.

Zhou Zhiyuan was walking on remote paths, which once again exceeded the young man's expectations.

So everyone followed Zhou Zhiyuan all the way, and the more the young man walked, the more he felt something was wrong. It was as if Zhou Zhiyuan was letting them launch an attack.

But he absolutely didn't expect Zhou Zhiyuan to attack first. When Hu Biao's miserable howl came, four words actually rose in his mind, "Too much bullying."

But at this time, he still had no choice. Zhou Zhiyuan was just bullying them, not only beating Hu Biao until he howled miserably but also using his body as a weapon and shield.

Seeing this scene, the young man only had one thought, "Snatch Hu Biao."

Seeing Hu Biao's body flying out, the young man immediately wanted to rush over. He was worried about Hu Biao and wanted to see how he was doing as soon as possible.

So the young man put the dagger on his arm and was about to move his feet when he saw Zhou Zhiyuan pounce over. A subconscious reaction made him turn his wrist and stab over.

This knife from the young man was purely self-defense; he never thought he could stab Zhou Zhiyuan in the stomach.

Facts proved that Zhou Zhiyuan was indeed an expert, and he definitely had the ability to avoid this knife.

But Zhou Zhiyuan's actions made his face change. The young man didn't expect that experts would fight to the death.

Trading a knife for a punch seemed like he had the advantage, but he definitely didn't want to take this punch. He didn't believe Hu Biao when he described it, but he definitely believed it when he heard Hu Biao's miserable howl.

But he still had no chance to choose. Zhou Zhiyuan's speed was too fast. At this time, he could only stab over with the knife, hoping that this knife would prevent Zhou Zhiyuan from throwing that punch.

The young man's hope seemed to be about to come true. The two were about the same height, and his arm plus the more than ten centimeters of the dagger would definitely stab into Zhou Zhiyuan's stomach first.

But at this time, a strange scene appeared. Zhou Zhiyuan's two arms, pretending to be wings, suddenly retracted, his left arm clamped under his ribs, his right arm stretched out, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand suddenly appeared on the blade, like a pair of pliers, firmly clamping the dagger.

Seeing such a strange scene, the horrified young man hadn't reacted yet, but felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and a miserable howl blurted out.

"Ah..." This miserable howl was very eerie, instantly crushing the last bit of confidence of the thugs. The young man holding the dagger was the strongest among them. The effect of this howl was no less than the sound of a gong signaling retreat.

The remaining few thugs retreated one after another, and a hoarse shout came, "Throw bricks." Without thinking, they threw the bricks in their hands with the last bit of strength.

Bricks are a good weapon for fighting, but the disadvantage is that they are only suitable for long-range attacks. When Zhou Zhiyuan rushed over, they forgot to throw bricks. When he rushed into the crowd, bricks were only suitable for smashing, and their attack power was far lower than that of kitchen knives and iron chains.

And when their companions fell to the ground, they still didn't dare to throw bricks, because it would be difficult to deal with if they accidentally injured their companions.

But this shout reminded them to throw bricks before running away. Zhou Zhiyuan knocked down the young man and was rushing towards them quickly.

At this time, they no longer cared about their companions and threw bricks at the figure in unison, hoping he would dodge a bit. This guy was too scary.

The bricks came whistling towards him. With just a glance, Zhou Zhiyuan could see seven bricks flying in the air.

Their coordination was problematic. The bricks flying over were fast and slow, near and far. In his eyes, these slowly flying bricks were not threatening at all. Without slowing down, he went straight for the bald man.

The figure behind the bald man was the third target he had locked on. This was a commander; he was the one who shouted "Throw bricks" just now, and he was running backwards at this time.

Zhou Zhiyuan ran towards the figure, and the bald man roared and punched him, his fist as big as a bowl, carrying a fierce wind.

Faced with this fist, Zhou Zhiyuan used his left fist to counterattack, and the two fists collided together. Thirty percent of the rotating Dragon Whirlwind hit this fist, and a crackling sound came, followed by a muffled groan.

The bald man was quite tough, and Zhou Zhiyuan wouldn't end it with one punch. Then he crashed into his arms, hitting his chest with the back of his right hand, while raising his knee and hitting him in the lower abdomen.

With a mouthful of blood spurting out, followed by another howl, the bald man fell to the ground, covering his lower abdomen and rolling around.

This howl made the figure running in front suddenly stop. When he turned his head to look, he saw a figure rushing to his eyes in the blink of an eye. In horror, he was about to open his mouth and shout, but the figure soared up, and a leg shadow turned into a steel whip and slammed **** on his head, followed by a thud.

This battle was only the end. More than a dozen figures fell to the ground, and five figures ran away in different directions.

They fled in two directions. Zhou Zhiyuan first chased the two who ran the fastest. There was no need to use any moves; just catch up and trip them. The inertia of the speed made them fall heavily to the ground, seriously injured.

Then he turned back to chase the three. After tripping two of them, the young man in front made an emergency stop, then lay face up on the ground, raised his head and gasped for breath, trying hard to say: "You can't do this... We're running for our lives... You can't chase so desperately... Is it necessary to be so desperate for a fight?"

Barely saying these words, the young man completely emptied himself, resting his head on the ground and looking up at the starry sky, with an attitude of "Whatever you want."

The young man surrendered. He knew very well that Zhou Zhiyuan, who had won a complete victory, would not do anything to him. The two companions who ran with him were also tripped.

This young man was very smart, ready to take a few kicks, but a gentle voice came to his ears: "You have a point."

Zhou Zhiyuan followed the good advice and turned around and disappeared into the night.

He had to leave as soon as possible. Would these miserable howls attract the attention of the police? What if some enthusiastic people called the police?

Withdrawing as soon as possible after a fight is the rule of the underworld. No one wants to be taken to the police station by the police and given caring greetings.

Zhou Zhiyuan followed the rules, and the young man with the knife also followed them. His physical fitness was good. After howling a few times, he lay on the ground panting for a while.

Then he struggled to get up, put the dagger into the sheath on his left hand and put it away, staggered to Hu Biao, squatted down and lifted his upper body, stretched his arms into his armpits, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and dragged his body backwards.

After retreating a few steps, he saw the bald man staggering to his feet and shouted again: "Xu Lao San, take your brother away as soon as possible."

The bald man was Xu Lao San. His physical fitness was actually much stronger than the young man's. He swayed twice and spat out another mouthful of blood, raised his right hand to look at it, and then cried out in pain.

Seeing his expression, the young man shouted again: "Xu Lao San, what are you dawdling about? Hurry up and retreat."

Hearing his shout, Xu Lao San shook his head, turned his head and saw the figure lying on the ground and muttered, "Still couldn't run away?"

Then he shouted again: "Xiao Si, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, stop pretending to be dead, hurry up and help Lao Er up."

Then he turned his head and asked: "Hu Feng, who did Hu Biao offend? He's like a ferocious demon."

The young man holding the dagger was named Hu Feng. Hearing Xu Lao San's question, he smiled bitterly and replied: "An inner strength master."

Hu Feng regretted it now. He had ignored the details described by Hu Biao and had been blinded by anger. It wasn't until his dagger was firmly clamped by two fingers that he regretted it.

The severe pain made him know that Zhou Zhiyuan was an inner strength master.

And what he was most afraid of were those two fingers. This move was unheard of.

Hu Feng was horrified, and the owner of these two fingers was also surprised.

"What happened?" Zhou Zhiyuan stared at his right hand and recalled carefully.

He also didn't know what happened. At that time, his main consciousness was only responsible for finding the target, and all the actions were left to the body's limbs.

Simply put, his two fingers decided to take action on their own, and it had nothing to do with his main consciousness.

Making a conclusion, Zhou Zhiyuan muttered, "Did Orange do it again?"

He had also developed a habitual way of thinking, blaming all unclear things on Orange.

With such a strange thing undertaker, Zhou Zhiyuan felt relieved, put down his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to take out a copper ball from his pocket.

This copper ball had fallen from Hu Biao's body. When he threw Hu Biao out, this copper ball flew out and was grabbed by him, and he put it in his pocket casually.

At this time, he took it out to look at it and found that the diameter of this copper ball was about three centimeters. Looking carefully at the ball under the moonlight, an eye appeared on the smooth ball.

Zhou Zhiyuan blinked gently to prove that this eye was his own.

"What is it for?" He was curious, and then he heard the movement outside, hurriedly put it in his pocket and poked his head out, watching the figures staggering and scattering in all directions.

Among these people, Zhou Zhiyuan paid attention to that figure. Seeing him carrying Hu Biao gradually walking away, he hurriedly tracked down.