Chapter 18: Old but Not Dead (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  Time is a butcher's knife, when a group of people who dare to put their heads in the waistband and play with their lives get used to enjoying far away from the struggle, when they reface the crisis, they no longer have the heroic spirit of the past, at most, still having some domineering ability.

  "Who are you?"

  "Get down and wipe!"

  "Kid, you know where this is? You're looking for death."

  Almost subconsciously, everyone took out their phones and dialed familiar numbers, ready to call back the subordinates who had just left.

  The eagle-like man shook his head, the comfortable and indulgent life had long corroded the bloodthirsty nature they once possessed. He raised his hand, took a step forward, lifted his head, and calmly looked at the approaching person: "Mr. Zhang, please take a seat!"

  Mr. Zhang?

  Who?

  The little kid General Ge threw down from the building, Zhang Shidong?

  Whoa, everyone gathered around, as if they were going to swallow Zhang Shidong alive.

  Zhang Shidong pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and raised an eyebrow: "You're treating me? Do I deserve it?"

  Wang Ying has been recognized as the number one strongman in Guan Jia for many years, and his status in Guan Jia is unmatched except for Lao Ye Zi. For many years, he had never been looked down upon like this: "You don't know how to show respect!"

  Martial artists are arrogant, far more so than literary ones. Wang Ying, nearly sixty years old, never thought himself inferior to younger people. Guan Jianjun was trained by him personally, and even when he graduated, Wang Ying only gave Guan Jianjun a score of sixty percent.

  A young whippersnapper, how dare you be so arrogant! Wang Ying let out a cold hum, his left foot stepped out three steps from the platform, his toes exerting force to push off the ground, his right foot followed suit, also taking three steps, after two or three consecutive steps, Wang Ying was only four steps away from Zhang Shidong. His arms spread wide, and with one final step, he no longer pushed off with just his toes, but instead stomped down with his entire foot on the platform, propelling himself into the air. His hands grasped towards Zhang Shidong's throat like an eagle's claws. From looking up to him to being in a superior position, Wang Ying's left leg was coiled and ready to change moves at any moment. At this point, who would still believe that the left foot of this agile and nimble Eagle had a disability?

  One move reveals the high and low, Wang Ying's rise to the air did not have any flaws, his left foot's closing move ensured he could easily cope with his opponent's changing moves.

  "It's interesting." The Eagle Claw Fist still has many fans even in the era when martial arts have declined, and there are several schools of masters hidden among the people. Zhang Shidong once met a master who practiced the hard style of Eagle Claw Fist in the army, and when he first saw Wang Ying, his cunning sparked some interest, but instead of counterattacking, he raised his arm to block Wang Ying's attack and parried several moves in succession.

  "Hmm!" Wang Ying gained momentum with one move, launching a fierce attack. With a burst of energy, he seemed to be about to take down Zhang Shidong. His stable and solid footwork made every step he took seem to shake the ground slightly, as if his cloth shoes were trembling on the surface.

  "Flashy but useless." Zhang Shidong snorted, his body leaning forward slightly, his shoulder brushing against Wang Ying's chest before quickly retreating. He had held back his strength, but Wang Ying couldn't withstand it, his body flying backward to crash into the railing of the stairs. His body almost rolled down the stairs, but he managed to grab onto the railing with his quick reflexes and steady himself, preventing a fall. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out as wave after wave of pain washed over his entire body.

  "Hey, kid, you're getting too big for your britches."

  "Raise your hand, stand aside, otherwise you'll be knocked down."

  Four or five guns were aimed at Zhang Shidong. It was clear that the people holding the guns did not lack the courage to pull the trigger.

  Zhang Shidong seemed to have not seen it, looking at Wang Ying and then glancing at Guan Jianjun who was sitting in a wheelchair: "You, are you sure the gun is useful?"

  Guan Jianjun stood up straight: "Using a gun is not fair enough. Since you've entered my Guan family's home today, how can I let you leave safely?"

  "Stop, Grandpa is inviting you." Guan Guan, who had been emptied by wine and lust, appeared on the second floor with the support of two servants. It was unclear whether he was lucky or Guan Jianjun was unlucky, but at the same height, he fell from the bar and only sprained his ankle.

  Zhang Shidong raised his hand, and everyone felt a flash of human shadow in front of them. Those holding guns felt their hands empty, the guns gone, now in Zhang Shidong's hands. Two guns were tossed into the air, then grasped, aimed at the people standing inside the villa. The triggers were pulled repeatedly, causing chaos within the villa. All the big shots crouched or lay down, desperately seeking cover to avoid the bullets.

  Four guns, all the bullets were shot out, no one was hit, and on the entire first floor, only Guan Jianjun sat there without any fear. The thin ghost didn't move, two stout middle-aged men sat in their original positions, with cigarettes in their hands that had been pierced by bullets.

  "The housekeeper is also clever, so these bullets will be considered as giving you all an early New Year's firecracker. Zhang Shidong stepped up to the second floor, and if Guan Guan didn't appear, no one in the villa would emerge unscathed today."

  Wang Ying propped himself up, his sleeves constantly wiping the corners of his mouth. All his arrogance had just been scattered. The North Sea is vast, but it's also small. Pingjiang is vast, but it's also small. Eagle, Old Wang has stopped selling melons.

  "Xiao Jun, follow me." Walking up to the second floor, Wang Ying paused for a moment, gesturing for someone to carry Guan Jianjun up.

  The villa has a flat roof, with lush greenery on the third floor. The rooftop is like a small vegetable garden and orchard, with grape trellises covering the entire roof. A small bridge, flowing water, and artificial hills are matched with the surrounding vegetables, giving it a unique flavor. Changing the rooftop into a vegetable garden has only one possibility, apart from lack of space - the owner of the villa still likes to be in control and look down on everything, even in their later years, they still want to overlook the world.

  There was a huge yellow pear-wood tea tray, about five or six meters in size. A thin old man coughed and smoked a dry tobacco pipe while skillfully brewing tea with simple movements. Seeing Wang Ying standing respectfully behind the old man, anyone who didn't know them would think that if they swapped positions, it would be more suitable.

  "Sit." Guan Yuetao, the old master of the Guan family, narrowed his eyes as he looked at Zhang Shidong and made a natural gesture to sit down.

  Zhang Shidong narrowed his eyes, grabbed Guan Guan and Guan Jianjun who had just been put on the rack, and was about to press him against the Huang Huali chair opposite Guan Yu. When his buttocks were still a few centimeters away from the chair, Guan Yu shook his head and revealed a wry smile: "It seems that except for threatening your family, I don't have anything else that can make you fear me, right?"

  Zhang Shidong threw aside Guan Guan and Guan Jianjun, walked up to Guan Yuqiu, and Wang Ying tried to stop him but was blocked by Guan Yuqiu.

  Bang!

  Even Guan Yu was taken aback.

  A slap in the face, without using any strength, but the person who slapped it made the meaning of this slap different.

  The old master of the house, who had been wandering the world for decades and had already achieved a divine status, was slapped in the face by someone in front of all his disciples and grandchildren.

  "Old but not dead."

  Guan Yu stopped Wang Ying with a raised hand and continued Zhang Shidong's words, saying: "Is it for the sake of thievery?"

  Zhang Shidong snapped his fingers: "Not bad, you're not yet senile. If you're not senile, you should know that the most ideal way to deal with any individual or group that harbors hostility is not to wait for them to make a move, but to eliminate the danger while it's still in its embryonic state."

  The pipe gazed at the leopard and coughed twice, taking big puffs on his tobacco pouch: "Not many, a thousand or so in total."

  "Then kill them all."

  Guān kuī bào xiào le: "Wǒ bù xìn."

  Translation:

  The pipe gazed leopard smiled and said: "I don't believe it."

  Zhang Shidong also smiled: "Yes, I don't believe it either, but kill you and take your belongings."

  The leopard stood up, and a strong aura burst out from its thin body: "Who are you representing?"

  Zhang Shidong: "Is it important? Coughing up blood, you don't have much time left to live, just enjoy the last moments of your life, stop messing around with trivial things, you're just a bunch of loose sand."

  As soon as the words fell, a person jumped from the third floor and landed on the car parked at the door. With a loud crash, the entire car caved in. Then, everyone, whether it was Guan Yuetao and others on the rooftop or those inside the villa looking out through the windows, or the bodyguards standing guard outside the door, saw a scene that would be etched in their memories for life.

  Zhang Shidong jumped off the car, let out a cold laugh, and kicked the Audi with all his might. The car was flattened like a pancake and flew out like a football, crashing into the wall of the villa.

  "Rubbish!"

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Four cars, four footballs, the farthest one was also Zhang Shidong's last kick, which directly flew to the third floor, knocked down the grape rack and awakened the stupid person.

  After a long time, Guan Yu touched his cheek, and the anger in his heart dissipated. He whispered again the words he had treasured all his life: "To live is to win."

  Once you're dead, everything is gone.

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