When the wind and clouds rose, Jing Guan put on a brand new military cap, buckled a Type 38 rifle on his waist, and carried a vegetable knife and a brick in his bag. No choice, this years military caps were stolen particularly often.

  The official is not considered handsome and even a bit ugly, but when he smiles, his eyes sparkle, some people say its treacherous, while others say its kind.

  Maybe its a psychological reason, youre hostile to him, and naturally come the venom, youre friendly with him, and what comes is kindness.

  Its going to rain soon, dark clouds are gathering and covering Longkong Avenue.

  The trees are lush and dense, and with the wind, the air is exceptionally fresh.

  The poor official rolled a cigarette, but didnt light it. He wasnt a rich kid who could afford to waste cigarettes that got wet in the rain.

  There is a ditch by the roadside, water in the ditch, tadpoles swimming in the water, and children catching them.

  At that time, for some unknown reason, whenever the wind rose and the clouds surged, tadpoles would always appear in the ditch.

  Jingguan hummed a tune as he walked, singing the recently popular "Seeking Buddha". Jingguans decent vocals harmonized with the melancholic yet philosophical lyrics of the song. Due to his limited education, he had a strong yearning for cultural refinement.

  There were two loafers chatting on the street at the starting point, who had said that if Jingguan had chosen another path at the beginning, he should have been a university student by now.

  I heard his family was poor, so he went to learn how to be a chef. Someone said.

  I heard that all the pants in his family are made of fertilizer bags, with a "urine" in front and a "element" behind. Another one said.

  He also picked up big feces. The first one said again.

  He often said that he had walked past a toilet and gazed directly at the filthy world. Another nodded in agreement.

  Of course, Jingguan is no longer a chef now, his profession is just a mixed bag.

  Young people like wolves and tigers are whizzing by on Longkong Road, Starting Point Road and Digital Road.

  Jingguan is a thug from Qidian Road, one of the top gangs among dozens in WL City. They have many ruthless and cunning members, some of whom have been to labor camps and recently released tigers, as well as dragons who defected from other gangs.

  At the intersection of Jianghu Road, Jingguan and Tian Shu met unexpectedly.

  The field mouse has sturdy limbs, with a large head on its shoulders, and no visible neck. It is the most powerful and notorious gangster in the underworld, or "big shot" in street slang. Behind the field mouse are a group of brothers, such as Mo Yu, Hu Shuo, and Gao Lao, all of whom are infamous and ruthless henchmen with a reputation for being merciless and feared throughout the land.

  The current field mouse has converged a body of rivers and lakes, wearing glasses with very thick lenses.

  A group of field mice all walked like crabs, with the latest dual-cassette recorders on their shoulders, wearing butt-baggy jeans and old K-sole oil worker boots on their feet. These shoes were very comfortable, could kick through two layers of brick tiles, suitable for fighting and attacking, also suitable for escaping.

  The field mouses garlic head nose is fiercely spraying smoke and fog outward.

  "Old Tian!" Jing Guan waved his hand, holding an unlit cigarette.

  "Wheres Popo?" The field mouse walked over with a smile on his face, his hands tucked in his sleeves.

  Jing Guan smiled awkwardly and pulled out a good friend, Tian Shu pushed it away, and pulled out a pack of unfamiliar cigarettes to throw at Jing Guan.

  "Draw me." The mouse continued to laugh, and someone behind him, seeing the wind rise, gave him a generals robe. The mouse with the generals robe on laughed even more majestically.

  This kind of clothing is not something ordinary people dare to wear. If you wear it recklessly, within 50 meters, I guarantee youll be stripped down to your underwear. Only top-notch figures can wear this kind of clothing with a tattoo of Guan Gong.

  The tattoo of Jingguan is a skull with two crossed green sticks on top, and the green stick beats hands.

  "Whats this cigarette?" Jing Guan flipped through it three times in a row and didnt recognize the brand.

  "Panda." The mouse said, "The kind that Mao Gong drew, a few days ago some Sichuan brothers came to play and gave me two, theyve been stored in the ice cellar, the flavor seems to have changed a bit."

  "The sun." The quiet official stood up respectfully.

  "This pack of cigarettes, Ill also give to San Shao. When youre free, let San Shao come and play at Longkong, just say that Brother misses him." Tian Shu smiled slightly, "Somethings up, Im leaving first."

  The people around also laughed together.

  There were several girls dressed in a wild style on the side of the road, watching Tian Shu and his group leave with admiring eyes, while no one paid attention to Jing Guan.

  As the sky cleared up a bit, Jing Guan took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it in his hand, thinking of throwing it away, but then put it back into his pocket, lit a Great Panda, took a puff, feeling that the flavor was too light, not as good as Feng Huang with fragrance.

  While walking and smoking, Jingguan suddenly passed an intersection, a noisy sound caught his attention. It was the entrance of the Idle Talk Billiard Room, where two young men were having a dispute.

  Two pairs of eyes shot over with malice, without a word, in a stalemate.

  "Soldier, whats up?" Jingyuan recognized one of them, a man with a fierce gaze, a shaved head, and a tattoo of a coiled snake and sword on his arm.

  This is Lao Ge, alias Wai Hao Jun, surname You, true name unknown, those who mix in the rivers and lakes dont ask about others true names.

  The military knife is the rolling meat of Digital Street, originally a soldier who was good at martial arts. Because he got drunk and played hooligan in the army hospital, teasing female soldiers, with one move, he pulled down a beautiful female soldiers skirt and underwear together, stripping off her military uniform on the spot, almost going to court-martial.

  However, the skills of a military knife are useless in the WL faction. As soon as the big knife comes out, even Iron Man has to run away. This era is no longer one where you can get by on technical skill alone.

  "Its nothing." Jun Dao said calmly.

  "Haha, whats the point? Were all brothers on the road. Forget it, forget it, making a fuss is meaningless." The officer gave a sidelong glance at the short and stout man with a flat head, triangular eyes shining brightly, his back straight as if carrying something, clearly not a good person.

  Quiet Officer said that to ease the atmosphere, actually many brothers on the road didnt know each other until they fought, and later became sworn brothers. Quiet Officer and Old An met like this: at the time, Quiet Officer was holding a Type 95 assault rifle with hollow-point bullets, while Old An fled in a Jeep. Quiet Officer chased after him on a Czech-made Jawa motorcycle, firing four shots that hit one of Old Ans tires. Later, he compensated Old An with 5,000 yuan. Afterward, everyone sat down to drink tea and became sworn brothers.

  "See you tomorrow! Well gather our men and settle the score!" The short pumpkin saw that his opponent had brought a helper, also a big guy, with a bulge at his waist, making no attempt to conceal it. From the tattoo on his wrist, he could tell he was a thug. With a fierce glare, he threw down a sentence and turned to leave.

  "My god!" Jing Guan was stunned, having seen arrogant people before, but never one as arrogant as this: "Whats his problem? Why is he so aggressive? Isnt he a diplomat? Countries still know about bilateral relations!"

  "Officer, you saw that too. Tomorrow, help me get a handgun and Ill take care of him directly!" The military knife coldly gazed at the figure walking away in the distance: "This guy just blocked my way and said I was copying his walk! Damn it! I know him, his name is Mengzi, he used to be quite famous in the underworld. Later, he went to college and had some connections with Leizi, and now hes mixed into a higher circle."

  "What era is it now? Still putting on old airs?"

  "Even if youre old and qualified, someone still has to acknowledge it."

  "Really?"

  "I dont need anyones help, I can handle it myself." The soldier patted his own bald head, where a zigzag-shaped scar was visible, left from the last fight.

  "Suit yourself, youre still so stubborn." Jing Guan said: "Just got back?"

  "Never mind, lets go eat something at the small stall up ahead, Im hungry."

  "Go."

  "I didnt bring money."

  "Wheres the money?"

  "Donated to Tangshan."

  "I donated too."

  "Lets order a tyrant meal and eat half of it while pretending to fight."

  "This idea isnt bad, no wonder smart people are all bald."

  "Get out!"

  There is a small food stall at the west gate of Xiu Park.

  The snack stall was set up under the wall of Xianhua Park, where half of the red brick wall had collapsed. A large cluster of rose bushes and chrysanthemums were mixed together, revealing a vibrant vitality amidst the chaos.

  There is a line of white stone characters on the wall that have been weathered by wind and rain:

  Defecation and urination in public places are strictly prohibited

  Greasy stools and long tables are surrounded by several dead paulownia trees, next to which are ditches and gullies, with a foul smell lingering.

  In this ditch, a shiny corpse once floated up, bubbling out air, with a striped snake coiled on its arm. When the police arrived, some peasants were using hooks to dig eel fry from the corpses internal organs, almost making a young policeman vomit bile.

  Another wonder of this ditch is that the large green-headed flies here will be on time every day at 12 noon and 8 pm, usually they are in a dormant state, their actions are very regular.

  In fact, animals also follow order, but humans are the ones who dont follow order at all.

  The military officer and the government official each had a bowl of mushroom stewed tofu with meat slices, two pig trotters, and they gnawed on them while drinking wine scatteredly. While eating, they didnt forget to glance around with their eyes scanning in all directions, a habit typical of these hoodlums.

  They were both wearing green military uniforms with epaulets, the uniform was a symbol of the way, without a uniform and military cap, it proved that they would always be small-time crooks. The military knife and the officers uniform were all stolen from the military districts courtyard, dripping wet, picked up and ran away. A soldier chased out, extremely agile, caught the officer in one swift motion, resulting in a loud cry of pain, and fell to the ground.

  A puddle of blood on the ground, with a sharpened pipe inserted into it. The ribcage was sawn open at an angle, and the wind and rain umbrellas skeleton was used to pierce it, causing internal bleeding that couldnt be stopped, and pulling it out would cause death upon exposure to air.

  The warrior was sent to hospital with an umbrella rib stuck in his body.

  After that, Jun Dao didnt play with Jing Guan anymore. He thought this kid was a potential troublemaker who might cause big problems someday.

  The saber was worn in uniform when it was demobilized, 80% new, borrowed by relatives to get married, and never returned.

  This tradition became outdated many years later, and only the old gatekeeper was willing to wear it.

  Just as they were eating, two women arrived.

  These two women are dressed up and look very seductive, which is what older people would call "not decent".

  Both girls are around 20 years old, one is chubby and the other is tall and sturdy. They belong to that type of person who thinks theyre particularly attractive despite not being good-looking. Their long hair was curled using a heated curling iron, their eyes were dazed, and their chest protruded prominently, revealing the outline of their bra. Its rare for girls these days to wear bras; most still wear homemade tank tops. Generally, only sluts or whores wear bras.

  The military officer saw that both of their saris were very short, intentionally cut to just reveal large expanses of snow-white, slender legs. This official had experience; in the past, when traveling on the road, he would use a razor to shave his thighs, making it seem like his sari was white and revealing, but if his thighs actually touched, the stubble could make your buttocks twitch.

  "Theyre a pair of broken shoes." The gaze of this old rascal, Jun Dao, became increasingly unscrupulous.

  The old hooligan was recently detained for half a year due to fighting and brawling. The detention center is really not a place for humans, the rubber batons of the cadres are all filled with threaded steel, which wont hurt when pulled out at once, but will swell into a lump. The second time its fatal.

  Its still not over yet, now the cadres have all changed to galvanized pipes and say thats the real deal.

  The guardhouse and the local garrison had a conflict, so a company of soldiers surrounded the guardhouse. The old hoodlum was outside painting zebra crossings at that time and took advantage of the situation to slip away.

  He was so desperate in the detention center that when he saw a cadres family member, no matter how fat and ugly they were, he would spend the whole night searching for toilet paper.

  There were also people in the courtyard who couldnt hold it in anymore, and instead of clapping, they would pick a handsome young man to vent their emotions. On the road, this kind of young man is called "niaozi". He must have delicate skin, tender flesh, and a crisp voice, because his cries sound more realistic.

  Before entering the quiet officials house, he also brought a little girl named San Shao, who was very likable.

  In the past, a big shot would often have a mistress by his side, not necessarily for actual use, but to show off his status. This is similar to later bosses having mistresses or bodyguards - although its not subtle, its quite impressive.

  I have always been very resistant to this, and I dont know why.

  However, Jun Dao likes women, and these two in front of him are just that.

  Two women also ordered braised pork trotters and tofu mushroom meat slice soup, as well as a large steamed bun that was as white as their chests. They occasionally glanced over at Jun Dao and Jing Guan with the corner of their eyes.

  Women who often dress sloppily are hoping someone will notice them, this is their common nature.

  It wasnt like many years later, when Military Knife and Static Officer went to a certain KTV for consumption in the 21st century. The two ladies brought by Mama San were surprisingly dressed up as very pure, and only after asking did they find out that they were actually university students with student IDs. The seasoned Static Officer and Military Knife couldnt tell whether they were real or fake.

  When the female students on the street started dressing up in a worldly manner, Jingguan and Jungdao, two old rascals, began to sigh. They worried about the problem of distinguishing between good and bad girls for the young hooligans, as it was no longer easy to tell who was promiscuous.

  "Lin, I had a bears paw two days ago, it was done in half an hour. I originally wanted to invite you together, but forgot." A woman said.

  "I went hunting with Xiao Da and the others, and we caught a few hedgehogs," said the woman who was called Lan. She was plump and had an affected air of nonchalance, but her eyes were darting about, catching the envy in other peoples eyes.

  "Two clubs, looks like we have a chance." Jian Dao said in a low voice.

  "Relying on his mother, making bear paws is just soaking in rice water to remove the hair, it takes a whole day and night, half an hour? What she eats is probably the paws of a captured bear." Jing Guan was secretly laughing: "The big guys boasting has reached my head."

  "What is a copycat bear?" Jian Dao asked in confusion.

  "Damn it! I dont talk to illiterates."

  "Hey boss! Whats going on with this tofu?!" A woman had just slapped the table, startling everyone who was eating.

  "Whats with the braised flavor?" The woman named Lan said with a pointed mouth.

  "This tofu has always tasted like this." The bosss wife was clearly unsure of the two girls origins, and she vigorously wiped her hands behind her back, her eyes alert.

  "Do you know the taste of lard?" The woman named Lan still wouldnt let go.

  "Nonsense, Yang Bailao died from drinking too much soup, whats the point? You two dead girls want to find fault? If you want to eat tofu without the flavor of soup, go buy gypsum tofu at the supply and marketing society!" The bosss wife said sternly.

  The two girls fell silent.

  After the bosss wife left, she whispered: "Old stuff, my cosmetics are enough for you to eat and drink for ten years."

  "These two girls have quite an appetite." Jing Guan was stunned.

  "Watch this." The military knife mysteriously smiled, pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket, and crisply pulled out a loud one.

  "You scoundrel, didnt you just say you had no money?" Jing Guan was annoyed.

  "Counterfeit, young man." The military sword said in a low voice.

  A crowd of onlookers eyes quickly gathered around the stack of cash, more greedy than a swarm of green flies, especially those two women. In an era where monthly salaries were only twenty or thirty yuan, this was a staggering sum of money.

  "Xiao Lan." The soldier shouted at that fat crazy girl.

  Two brothers stood up with a smile and called out "brother".

  The officer was originally using a toothpick to pick his teeth, feeling a bit resentful in his heart, and threw away the toothpick.

  "Bill, please!" The military knife smiled and threw down two big knots: "No change needed!"

  The officer was still sitting stupidly, with two military knives already hanging on either side of him, and the three bodies had stuck together like they were glued.

  "Youngster, still sitting?" The military blade retorted back.

  "Its fake." The officer rushed over, and the bosss wife was already examining it in mid-air to see if it was counterfeit.

  He ran for a while, turned his head back and saw that the landlady had already cooked the dishes.

  The officers mind flashed with suspicion - was it counterfeit money? Had this old scoundrel actually cracked the banks safe?

  "Still dawdling!" The military blade pushed that fatty called Lan into Jingguans arms.

  "Leaning." Jing Guan actually envies another one, the chick in his arms is too fat, at first glance it looks like Yamamoto Isoroku, and then again, it also looks a bit like the ** little squad leader who was blown up by Li Xiangyang in "Railway Guerrilla".

  Sisters, where are you playing? Jun asked.

  She said, "I used to be on Starting Point Road and also mixed with Phantom Sword Road."

  The brand is really strong!

  Thats right, there was a little punk named Nan Tang who got beaten up by me. The big crazy girl in my arms rushed to say.

  The soldier asked a few names and asked if they knew them, and two girls said they didnt know.

  The official thought in his heart, these few people who dont know you are still mixed up at the starting point.

  "Does the monk know him?" the soldier asked again.

  The two girls shook their heads.

  The official turned his face away and felt very embarrassed.

  Two girls asked where Jun Dao was mixed.

  Jun Dao said he was a high-ranking officials son, mixed in the digital world. Jing Guan heard this and broke out in a cold sweat.

  The two girls are not familiar with digital roads and cant get a ride. The military knife is also a boring thing.

  I just slightly underestimated them, who knew that big crazy girl named Ran almost defeated Gunjo and Seigan with one sentence.

  Do you know our baby at home? Lan said: Its Treasure from the starting point road.

  Goodness! The officials face turned pale and he broke out in a cold sweat.

  Who is Treasure Grandfather? The big boss of the starting point road! Jing Guan is just his little brother, its said that Treasure had a homicide case in his hands more than ten years ago, and he washed his hands clean with gold these two years. Who is this crazy girl? She actually knows this Jianghu big shot?

  Clumsy bird. The military sword quietly pointed at the noisy cicada on the treetop.

  Damn! Almost got fooled by these two silly girls, really getting older and more timid in the Jianghu. Jing Guan cursed silently, his hand directly inserted into the skirt of this crazy girls butt, forcefully pinching and scratching for a moment.

  The woman also slipped her hand into Jingguans military pants, wrapping around him smoothly, and Jingguans footsteps floated away.

  Where shall we go for fun? Jing Guan asked eagerly.

  Inside this wall, there are fake hills and shrubs blocking the way. Dajie laughed loudly.

  What are we waiting for? The sword has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

  Ive been waiting for half a day too, young man. The big crazy girl next to the military knife also scratched the military knife, smiled foolishly, and revealed her smoky teeth.

  The soldier vigorously pinched her buttocks.

  "Give us money." The two big crazy girls stretched out their hands.

  The official and the military officer were stunned.

  How did the old woman end up with a prostitute? Back then, the police who caught whoremongers were treated as major cases, this is not like fighting, sleeping with six is considered a brothel, its a big deal.

  "How much money?" The old rogue seemed to have been holding it in for a long time and suddenly blurted out this sentence.

  One person gets off quickly.

  "Take it." The military sword drew out a big knot.

  "Brother." The soft body came up again: "Or you can make two fires, and give me one more."

  The generals sword. The quiet officer shook his head.

  Two women glared at Jingguan with disappointment and slipped into the bushes behind the broken wall.

  "Unexpectedly, Ive encountered a prostitute. Have I returned to the evil feudal society?" Jing Guan asked Jun Dao.

  "The roosters crowing, the whole world is bright! Are you going up or not? If not, Ill go up for both of us!" The eyes of the military knife were about to bulge out, and the static officer seemed to have already heard the sound of his trousers exploding.

  "Why not go up." Jing Guan pinched the big panda in his pocket, thinking that if he caught it on the spot, he would use this to bribe the officer.

  Two agile figures slipped into the bushes, a rustling sound.

  Five minutes later, both of them came out, two big lunatics with their clothes in disarray, a look of unfulfilled desire on their faces.

  "You guys cant do it." A silly girl said.

  "Time is not enough." said Fat Niu who was called Lan.

  "Take this." The officer jumped up, picked a big calabash from the rattan, split it in half and handed it to two big silly girls.

  "Damn it!" The two big crazy girls cursed together, and after finishing, they slid along the ridge to the edge of the ditch, spread their legs, and pulled down their pants. Two big white buttocks faced the sky, just as an airplane flew over.

  All I could hear was a burst of "hissing" sounds like a crazy outburst of cicadas.

  Dark clouds gather at the horizon, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles.

  "Its raining! Lets go!" The military officer pulled Jian Dao who was still looking at the sky: "What are you looking at?"

  "I finally understand why there are tadpoles in the ditch here whenever it rains." Jing Guan looked at the two big white buttocks and sighed.

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  This post is a record of my verbal fight with the worst writer Ive ever seen on Longwang.

  Unfortunately, theres still one more that cant be sent out, forget it.

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