When Fugui was wiping that cow horn bow on the ground, he would always laugh and say, "A man with a bow is like a gun."

  Drawing the bowstring is just like loading a bullet. The compound bow in Zhao Kui Peng's hand, while it might not be able to kill a wild boar, could easily cripple Chen Er Gou with a single shot.

  After Chen Ergou came to Shanghai, except for following Liu Qingfu to eat at the Huangpu Club, he had not contacted the threshold of high society again. However, after staying for more than half a year, and with Xiao Mei, this interesting young master who never admitted that he was a rich second-generation, occasionally revealing some gossip secrets, Chen Ergou also roughly understood a bit about the dark and dirty things hidden under the glamorous veil of this society.

  The higher the civilization, the more extreme the barbarism it produces.

  This principle was rich and noble on Chen Ergou's high school mouth, at that time Chen Ergou and Rich Noble were both wearing straw shoes to go up the mountain to deal with the livestock, Chen Ergou had no experience, until today this sentence finally came true. For example, this dead man Yao with an astonishing combat power really shot 12 arrows on his body, leaving several bloody holes, after the incident, there might not be any movement, but it would absolutely not let the man Yao fall to the point of being imprisoned, maybe he would be sentenced but not punished, or even find someone to replace him by spending money, and it would not disturb the judicial department at all. In short, today's storm for Chen Ergou who had no power, no influence, and no money was a disaster with no benefits, a complete unprovoked disaster, and he didn't have any chance to make some psychological preparations.

  Chen Ergou looked at that ferocious and beautiful face, the compound bow with a string, the sharp arrowhead, just like the angry eyes of that big black boar with mud all over its body back then. The boar was really blind in one eye, with one eye socket pierced by an arrow from Fugui, leaving a hole, while the other eye's ferocity and hatred were more memorable to Chen Ergou than all the foul-mouthed women in Zhangjiashan. It wasn't until that day that Chen Ergou began to view the beasts in the mountains with reverence and re-examine the mountain. Now, looking at the compound bow in Ren Zu's hand, nicknamed Xiongzi, he really looked like a black boar.

  Chen Ergou's forehead was sweating, but he still suppressed the fear in his heart and refused to turn around and run away, leaving his back to this blind man. His face was still calm, but anyone could see that it was just a facade. He said, "You've really decided to play with me until I'm crippled, before you'll let up?"

  The young man didn't answer directly, but just smiled like a duck seeing a beautiful and wealthy female guest, making his peach blossom face even more charming. He said, "I don't play bow hunting, it's all gun hunting. However, I did touch the bow for two or three years before, I don't know if my hands are rusty or not, that depends on your luck."

  Chen Ergou, who only had a bow but no arrows in his hand, smiled softly and said: "Why don't you also give me a dozen arrows? We can play a game of archery, it's more exciting this way."

  "Don't insult my intelligence."

  The bear cub didn't rush to shoot the arrow, and with great interest, he let Chen Ergou struggle desperately. He finally understood why a cat wouldn't immediately pounce on a mouse it had caught - teasing it like this was more fun. "No chance," he said. "Today, I want you to know what despair feels like. Fairness? I've never known such a thing existed. If you can't get it by struggling, I'll give it to you out of charity when I'm full and have nothing better to do. You have ten seconds to enjoy the calm before the storm, after which the game begins. If you die, that's your bad luck and my ill fortune. If you're left half-dead, don't worry, even if you cry injustice, I won't be able to get into trouble. Compensation? None, so run quickly later."

  Chen Ergou remained silent, squatting down to tuck the slightly longer pant legs into his worn and slightly loose cloth shoes. He took a deep breath, and what followed was a psychological battle that would determine whether he would end up bleeding on the ground. A single misstep might lead to a lifetime of suffering. The profuse sweating that had been intensifying until now suddenly stopped, and Chen Ergou felt as if he could hear his own breathing. At this moment, his mind was completely focused.

  The most basic survival is more inspiring than any tempering.

  Whoosh.

  The first arrow was shot into the wooden floor, only two meters away from Chen Ergou, to his left side. This meant that if Chen Ergou had rolled to his left to dodge, he would have been hit, but in fact, Chen Ergou remained still in his crouched position. He had guessed correctly this time. Xiong Zi smiled and shot out the second arrow, which landed almost at the same spot as the first one, while Chen Ergou still didn't move. The two men's movements were strange and frightening to watch, especially for the six big men who came with Xiong Zi. This was more thrilling than betting on cars or horses, because they were betting with their lives.

  The third time, Xiongzi made a fake move to the left and then suddenly pulled to the right, shooting for the third time at Chen Ergou's left position. This time, Chen Ergou rolled to the opposite position of where the arrow fell, narrowly escaping disaster. The six old men could even see him wipe away sweat and reveal a smile with pearly white teeth, but his smile was not triumphant, it was colder than not smiling at all, just like Xiongzi's smile on his face. Indeed, people are judged by the company they keep, and enemies are bound to meet again. Chen Ergou won three times in a row, winning because he had figured out Xiongzi's personality, while Xiongzi didn't understand the stubborn temperament of this scoundrel in front of him. With a bit of indispensable luck, Chen Ergou made Xiongzi lose so badly that he lost all face.

  The bear cub, having learned a lesson, quickly drew the bowstring again after shooting the first arrow, not giving Chen Ergou any chance to breathe. Chen Ergou finally started running around like a mad dog, desperately and tragically, repeatedly brushing past the bow and arrow on the ground, but never leaving his back open to the brutal opponent who wanted to put him to death.

  A desperate dog will jump over the wall, but unfortunately Zhao Kunpeng had already sealed off all escape routes, not giving Chen Ergou, this mad dog who was forced into a corner, any hope of jumping out the window or breaking down the door to escape.

  This blind black dog who has been studying the Spring Boxing since he was a child seems to have forgotten that even a mountain frog will jump up and bite people when it is forced into a dead end.

  When Zhao Kunpeng picked up the 11th arrow, he suddenly found that this mad dog, which had been jumping and running around in a frenzy, had actually picked up an arrow that had fallen off target. It ran seemingly without any pattern, but it turned out that it had made up its mind from the beginning, and after releasing smoke bombs for half a day, the target finally became clear. Chen Ergou, who was also drawing his bow, finally stood on the same starting line as Xiongzi, grinning, narrowing his eyes, and pulling the bowstring to its limit. At this moment, Chen Ergou was no longer a stray dog that anyone could kick or hit, but a lone archer, bursting out with an intimidating force that should not be underestimated.

  Zhao Gou Peng's smile faded, and he stared straight at Chen Er Gou with a gloomy expression: "Finish the last stick in my hand, and then you can be free. Why are you still doing this?"

  Chen Ergou didn't say a word, his bowstring was as full as the moon, although not as shocking as the cow horn bow of Fu Gui's, but also quite impressive. The answer is not complicated at all, he is just a petty and narrow-minded person who doesn't have a broad vision or great insight. If he were bitten by a dog in Zhangjiacun, he wouldn't spend time finding a brick to hit back with the idea of "a gentleman takes revenge ten years later", as long as possible, he would immediately pounce on it and bite back. When people are bitten by dogs, some who have been driven mad by life will really bite back, Chen Ergou belongs to this type.

  "Give me another dozen arrows."

  Zhao Gou Peng sneered, "Since you want to play dirty with me, I'll accompany you to the end and see who's more ruthless. I don't mind losing credibility once, but what you're going to lose is an arm or a leg. Which one do you think is more valuable?"

  Chen Ergou didn't flinch, at least not on the surface. He said calmly but firmly, "Don't forget I still have one arrow left in my hand. You see which target doesn't have an arrow that hasn't deviated from the nine rings? You've been holding a bow for two or three years, but I'm different. I rely on this to make a living. I've been holding a bow for almost twenty years. Can you say that this one arrow of mine is not a bit different from the one in your hand? You may have a second or even third set of bows and arrows, but that's your business. I only need this one arrow. Your arm or leg versus my life, which is worth more and more precious?"

  Xiong Zi's expression was unpredictable, and it was clear that he was struggling internally. As Chen Er Gou said, Zhao Kun Peng felt that his own arm was more important than Chen Er Gou's life. Although Chen Er Gou's arrow might not have hit its mark, there was still a risk involved. If he had lost an arm to a big shot from Shanghai, Zhao Kun Peng would have admitted defeat, but since his opponent was just a nameless small fry, he couldn't bear the thought of losing. The key issue was that this risk was not insignificant - someone who had been practicing archery for nearly twenty years could often hit their mark with just one arrow. This made Zhao Kun Peng hesitant, and the game became a stalemate, which infuriated him but left him with no outlet to vent his frustration.

  Finally, Xiongzi put down the bow and arrow in his hand, saying gloomily: "I'll give you two choices. First, bet once, hit me with an arrow, you die, miss, still dead. Second, put down your bow and arrow like me, kneel down to me, and this matter will be settled."

  Chen Ergou's pale face turned even more sallow as he asked, "Can we really part ways? Is this for real?"

  "Arithmetic."

  The bear cub who seemed to want to make a small move saw that the friends behind him were all looking at Chen Ergou with an appreciative expression, and gritted his teeth: "No two words."

  Xiao Mei was initially very disappointed, thinking that this dog brother who could easily say "kowtow" and kneel down was not even comparable to Gu Jian's group of dead-faced, suffering ancestors. In his mind, a true hero should be someone who can make a promise worth a thousand gold, kill a person with one step, and leave no trail within a thousand miles. But looking at Chen Er Gou escaping silently, dodging 10 arrows, Gao Xiang, this Beijing young master who had been immersed in martial arts novels for over 20 years, seemed to start understanding that perhaps this world should not have heroes like that.

  There was no shocking reversal, nor did a god-like figure suddenly appear; Chen Ergou knelt down in front of Xiao Mei, beyond her expectations but within reason, without any hesitation, yet with a hint of guilt.

  The man who had spent eight yuan two days ago to get a flat-top haircut at a small barber shop on the side of the road, and had sewn up the hole in his canvas shoes with needle and thread just the night before, and could eat two bowls of rice every day by burning a vegetable on the coal stove, finally knelt down. He lowered his head and muttered: "Grandfather, I've disgraced you."

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