Chapter 1457: Kicking the Beihai Kindergarten

Li Kui wasn't stupid; of course, he saw Yuan Jun's contempt.

Sweeping his gaze up and down Yuan Jun, Li Kui said, "It's not that exaggerated, but for someone like you, I could really handle three or five."

"Then could you handle a kitchen knife?" Yuan Jun squinted and craned his neck again.

Li Kui wasn't one to be trifled with; he reached up and snatched the woolen cap off Yuan Jun's head, but before he could say anything, Wang Yan clapped his hands and shoved him aside.

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a massive mountain. Dashan, these folks have thick skin; talking is useless. We two brothers are here to get paid, not to watch you show off. Yuan Jun, right? You're doing a poor job of showing off; just watch me."

As he spoke, Wang Yan reached out, grabbed Yuan Jun by the neck, and lifted him into the air with one hand.

Yuan Jun panicked, kicking his legs back and forth, his hands straining desperately to pry Wang Yan's fingers apart, yet Wang Yan's grip was like iron; no matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain.

"Brother Yan, that's about enough; we're all brothers here, and it won't do to let things get too sour," Zhong Yuemin finally spoke; if he hadn't, Yuan Jun would have been strangled to death.

"What were you thinking earlier? Playing the good guy now?" Wang Yan shook his head, waited a few more seconds until he felt Yuan Jun's struggles weaken, and then threw him onto the ground.

Yuan Jun collapsed onto the ground, clutching his reddened neck, coughing violently as if trying to hack up his internal organs.

"Brother Yan, that really went a bit too far. We're all our own people; what are you doing?" Zhong Yuemin tried to reason gently, not daring to say anything harsh. He now knew Li Kui hadn't been blowing smoke to Wang Yan; lifting a person with one hand—what kind of strength was that? If it came to a real fight, what kind of combat power would that be?

"This kid started off with veiled threats and you didn't say a word; he even tried to intimidate us with a kitchen knife. Someone like that—if you handed him a knife, would he dare chop? Craning his neck and glaring, he's good for nothing, yet he looks down on children of workers and peasants; who does he think he is, acting so important?"

Wang Yan waved his hand. "Enough; don't bother me with that useless talk. I'll go sit over there for a while; just call me if a real fight breaks out."

This Zhong Yuemin was also lacking; he had no patience to deal with this. He had only come to watch the excitement and get a look at some famous figures. Of course, more importantly, he wanted to interact with the young ladies.

Seeing Wang Yan move aside on his own to smoke, Li Kui threw the cap in his hand onto Yuan Jun. "Behaving yourself now? Don't just talk about yourself; Brother Yan could lift even me with one hand. Do you know what 'Overlord Lifting the Cauldron' means? Two years ago, Brother Yan grabbed me with both hands, one yanking my collar, the other yanking my waistband, and literally lifted me up and threw me several meters."

"And you still dare to act tough in front of my Brother Yan? Without my Brother Yan even needing to lift a finger, I could handle you myself."

"Enough, enough, Kuiyong. This whole thing is Yuan Jun's fault for having a loose tongue; don't kick a dog when it's in the water. Hurry up and smooth things over properly with Brother Yan; we're all our own people, don't make things so awkward; we'll be dealing with each other for a long time to come, won't we?"

"There's no way I can smooth things over." Li Kui shook his head. "My Brother Yan has been living on his own since he was a teenager; he makes all his own decisions. Usually, he's easy to reason with, but once he gets serious, no one's words matter. Let's just leave it at that; although I look down on this kid, it doesn't hinder our brotherly association."

"No, at least say a few words; with such a formidable figure, we brothers need to get on good terms."

"As long as we don't become enemies, that's fine. I know Brother Yan; he always says exactly what's on his mind. If he's dissatisfied, he says it to your face; if he wants to beat you, he acts on the spot, no matter how many people are there—he'll take them all on. That's already pretty good; what more do you want?"

Zheng Tong, wearing glasses on the side, asked with some disbelief, "With so many people here right now, he'd dare to make a move?"

"Why wouldn't he dare? Having many people doesn't mean many dare to act. If you strike fiercely at the leader, who dares to move? Yuemin is also a notable figure among the veterans; he's seen plenty; how could he not understand such a simple principle?"

Zhong Yuemin laughed playfully, "Isn't it just that our vision is limited? With such great strength, if Brother Yan lived in the past, he'd be Overlord of Chu."

"What do you think? Even Overlord couldn't beat my Brother Yan!" Li Kui said, sharing in the glory and feeling quite proud.

With things said to this extent, Zhong Yuemin naturally couldn't continue chatting aimlessly; he also had his dignity to maintain. As a small-time leader with a reputation, he couldn't press his warm face against someone's cold buttocks in front of so many people.

At this moment, Yuan Jun stood up; the terror on his pale face had replaced his resentment, and he had become much more obedient.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward, so Zheng Tong quickly let out an "Ai!" and asked, "Do you think Li Liang Yuanchao will come?"

"He'll definitely come; how could such a lively event happen without him?"

"Then do you think they'll queue up?"

"What kind of figure is he? He definitely won't queue..." Zhong Yuemin held Li Liang Yuanchao in high regard; all the little hooligans here held Li Liang Yuanchao in high regard.

After chatting for a few minutes, when it reached nine o'clock, ticket sales finally began.

While queuing, Zhong Yuemin suddenly smiled and waved toward the distance; a young man on the other side waved back—it was indeed Li Liang Yuanchao.

Wang Yan, standing behind, also saw him; Li Liang Yuanchao was indeed impressive, followed by more than ten people. These were just the ones he was close with; if you expanded the circle, eighty or a hundred wouldn't be a problem.

A group of sixteen- or seventeen-year-old brats, they did indeed carry a certain air of intimidation.

Just as they spotted Li Liang Yuanchao, on the other side, Zhang Haiyang arrived leading a group of people riding bicycles, all wearing woolen overcoats, which at this time were a mark of status; such woolen overcoats weren't something just anyone could possess.

Two days ago, because Zhong Yuemin had flirted with a Miss on the roadside, he got into a fight with Zhang Haiyang's group whom they encountered, thus creating a feud. Zhong Yuemin had called Li Kui over specifically to deal with this Zhang Haiyang.

When enemies meet, their eyes naturally turn red with hatred; Zhong Yuemin directly led Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong to meet them, while Li Kui, lagging two steps behind, hopped and waved, signaling Wang Yan to come over.

By the time Wang Yan strolled into position, Li Liang Yuanchao had already arrived over there and had persuaded the two, who were exchanging fierce threats, to stop.

They were just listening to Li Liang Yuanchao say, "We're all our own people; you two fought and thus came to know each other; from now on, we're all brothers."

"Yes, yes, yes; from now on we'll all play together," Zhong Yuemin said this, and seeing Wang Yan turn to go back and sit down, he quickly let out an "Ai!" "Brother Yan, let me introduce you. This is Li Liang Yuanchao; extremely loyal. Liang Yuanchao, this is Wang Yan. Let me tell you, Brother Yan is incredibly tough; his skills are excellent. If it weren't for Liang Yuanchao and Haiyang, I'm telling you, you'd be in deep trouble."

"Is that so? I really don't believe that nonsense; how about it, shall we spar?"

"I also want to see just how good this brother's skills are; why don't you two wrestle?" Li Liang Yuanchao said with a smile.

Hearing his words, the people around also started making noise, shouting for the two to wrestle.

Wang Yan laughed. "Who the hell do you think you are? You say wrestle, and we wrestle? Do you think your grandfather is a monkey? Li Liang Yuanchao, right? Come, come, come; let's you and I wrestle; let me see just how awesome you think you are."

"How are you talking? Do you need a beating?"

"Liang Yuanchao, give the order; today we must stab the hell out of him."

Li Liang Yuanchao's expression also turned ugly; the others were even more agitated than Li Liang Yuanchao, and several even pulled out knives, including Zhang Haiyang.

Wang Yan glanced sideways at him, snatched the knife from his hand with a swift strike, and delivered a kick to the solar plexus that sent him flying upward in a bent posture, where he was caught by the people beside him.

"Playing with knives? Who are you trying to scare?"

Casually throwing the knife to the ground, Wang Yan stepped forward two paces, looked at Li Liang Yuanchao, and said, "Are we fighting or not? We're all waiting for your command."

"What are we waiting for? Stab him!" Someone shouted fiercely, and indeed boldly, already charging forward with a knife in hand.

"Brother Yan!" Li Kui shouted loudly, intending to rush over and help.

Wang Yan pushed him back, simultaneously dodging a stabbing knife, grabbed the attacker by the collar, and slammed him onto the ground; he kicked the knife away, then forcefully twisted the hand of this brat holding the blade.

"Playing the hero comes with a price. Seeing as you're not very old, I'll just crush your bones until they crack; let this teach you a lesson, so don't play with knives in the future."

As he spoke, Wang Yan lifted his foot and kicked the boy, sending him rolling to the side.

Looking up at the startled and suspicious brats, Wang Yan sneered, "Aren't you veterans? Master players? Why have you become cowards?"

"Brothers, stab him!"

Li Liang Yuanchao, whom Zhong Yuemin called the fan-waver, was ultimately still just a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth; his cultivation of patience was truly too poor, and he couldn't withstand provocation.

He strove desperately to suppress his anger, thinking about how to resolve this trouble smoothly and maintain his prestige and dignity, but he discovered that apart from fighting, there was no other way...

Wang Yan chuckled, sent out a kick to the solar plexus, first kicking Li Liang Yuanchao, who was facing him, flying away, and then charged into the crowd, completely unafraid of these brats pulling out knives.

A short while later, except for Zhong Yuemin, Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong, and Li Kuiyong, who were still standing, everyone else had been beaten to the ground, crying out in pain.

Wang Yan had truly achieved the feat of kicking his way through the Beihai Kindergarten.

"Are you okay?" Wang Yan asked, showing concern for Li Kuiyong.

Just moments ago, Li Kuiyong hadn't watched Wang Yan get beaten; even though the opponents were armed with knives, he had rushed to the outer perimeter to fight two alone, receiving several cuts on his body until the cotton stuffing burst out of his padded jacket.

"It's nothing, not even a drop of blood lost, a small matter. It's just that my padded jacket is torn; I'm afraid I'll get a scolding when I get home." Li Kuiyong waved his hand, completely unconcerned.

"Isn't there plenty of clothing here?" Wang Yan walked up to Li Liang Yuanchao, kicked him, and said, "Take off your overcoat and hand over your hat too."

"Brother Yan, let it be," Zhong Yuemin hurried over. "Leave a way out for others so we can meet again in the future, Brother Yan."

"Meet again? Look at this kid; he hates me so much his teeth itch, feeling he's lost face. Who knows what he's plotting in his belly to kill me. I see it clearly now; this whole bunch are stubborn fools, but this one has many cunning thoughts. All the bad ideas came from him, letting others go to the front to take the risks. Later, he comes out pretending to care about them, and these silly kids still think he values loyalty."

Wang Yan kicked him harder. "Hurry up."

"So you're Brother Yan, right? You've taken things too far today; the grudge between us is now set in stone."

"It's fine; I just want to see how I die. I eat my fill and my whole family goes hungry, so let me say this first: see this brother of mine? Don't make things difficult for him. If he loses a single finger, I'll break all five of your limbs and make you the first eunuch of New China. If you have business, just come find me; I live on Nanheng Street... and work at the Fengtai Furniture Factory; don't get that wrong."

"Fine, you're tough!" Li Liang Yuanchao accepted his fate, immediately struggling to sit up, taking off his woolen overcoat, and removing his hat.

Wang Yan tossed it backhanded to Li Kuiyong: "Hold it steady."

"Got it." Li Kuiyong didn't dawdle, putting on the overcoat and hat right there on the spot.

He spun around twice happily: "Brother Yan, how does it look?"

"Mismatched; you don't have his temperament." Wang Yan shook his head. "But it is windproof and warm, truly; just wear it."

"Temperament my ass; we are children of workers and peasants, which is glorious."

Wang Yan laughed heartily, then began wandering through the crowd.

"I recall you held the knife in your left hand, correct?"

"Ah..." A cry of pain rang out.

"I recall you were right-handed; practice with your left hand later."

"Ah..."

Wang Yan walked a full circle and returned to Li Liang Yuanchao's side: "Your brothers have all had their hands crushed by my foot, yet you remain intact; that doesn't seem appropriate, does it?"

"You surnamed Wang, you bastard... Ah..."

"Idiot, can't you read the situation? Still talking tough to me?" Wang Yan crushed both of Li Liang Yuanchao's hands until the bones cracked. "Go back and practice well on how to shit and piss without hands. Listen up, brothers; I beat you because there was something wrong with you. Your injuries aren't because of me, but because of the big brother you worship.

So, don't be silly and pay out of your own pockets; make that bastard Li Liang Yuanchao pay. Isn't he Fengdan Fengdan Sihai? Isn't he a player? Isn't his loyalty reaching the clouds? If he doesn't cover the medical expenses, tsk tsk..."

Wang Yan shook his head, turned to look at Zhong Yuemin, and said, "I'm waiting for your ticket."

Having said this, Wang Yan turned and left, going with Li Kuiyong to the spot from earlier, where they lit cigarettes and smoked. Li Kuiyong did not sit; wearing Li Liang Yuanchao's woolen overcoat, he cherished it immensely, knowing that selling this coat would fetch enough money for several meat meals.

Seeing Zhong Yuemin supporting Li Liang Yuanchao and talking nearby, Li Kuiyong pursed his lips, exhaled smoke, and said, "Brother Yan, I think what you said is quite right."

"Which part was right?"

"This bunch of people are meaningless," Li Kuiyong said, shaking his head.

Wang Yan laughed heartily and said nothing.

Just then, two young women parked their bicycles nearby, looking at the crowded crowd at the ticket office.

"There are too many people; Xiaobai, we came too late."

"Let's look again; maybe we can still buy tickets."

Hearing their conversation, Wang Yan turned his head: "Don't even think about it; with this many people, how many seats does the theater even have?"

"We still have to try," Zhou Xiaobai said.

"Xiaobai, is it? Give me the money, and I'll buy them for you."

"Really?" It was the other young woman who responded; this was Luo Yun, who was currently very close to Zhou Xiaobai.

"Would I lie about that?"

"For no reason at all, what are you after?"

"These tickets are twenty-five fen each; add ten fen per ticket, and I earn twenty fen for my trouble."

"Just that?" Luo Yun seemed somewhat disinterested.

"What else could it be? Oh..." Wang Yan suddenly realized. "I understand; I was moved by lust, captivated by Comrade Xiaobai's beauty. In that case, I'll just earn one fen; let's get to know each other and become friends. My name is Wang Yan; may I ask Comrade Xiaobai's honorable surname?"

"Zhou, Zhou Xiaobai. My name is Luo Yun." Luo Yun chuckled. "It really is Comrade Xiaobai; everywhere she goes, someone is there to help."

"Is that so? Then I suppose I have quite a few competitors."

"Enough of that; the more you speak, the more absurd it gets." Zhou Xiaobai glared at Luo Yun, gave Wang Yan no good look either, pulled seventy fen from her pocket, and said, "Here, seventy fen!"

"You have personality." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, pulled another fifty fen from his own pocket, and said, "Dayong, go buy four consecutive seats; I'm making an effort for my own love."

"Got it, Sister-in-law, just wait a moment; I'll be right back with them." Li Kuiyong was sensible; he took the money and ran off.

"Hooligan!" Zhou Xiaobai snorted.

She immediately wanted to leave, but thinking about the seventy fen already spent, she had to wait there; however, she stepped to the other side, positioning Luo Yun to face Wang Yan.

"Wang Yan, what's going on over there? Why is such a large group of people sitting there? From the look of it, were they beaten?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Yes, beaten quite severely."

"You witnessed it all?"

"I even got my hands involved."

"Ah???" Luo Yun's eyes widened.

Zhou Xiaobai also looked over...

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