Chapter 10: 11 Why are people from Blood Romance here too?

11 Why are people from Blood Romance here too?

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Xinyang shouted angrily, brandishing a steel pipe, looking majestic, like a god descended to earth.

In the alley, seven or eight young men were beating up a person who looked like a middle school student in his early teens.

There is strength in numbers, and this group was considered a somewhat famous gang of hooligans in this part of Beijing.

Seeing Zhou Xinyang alone, even though he held a steel pipe, these seven or eight people did not take him seriously.

The leader was a man in his thirties, looking very fierce.

He tilted his head, clearly not regarding Zhou Xinyang as anything of note. "Grandson, are you tired of living?

You dare to meddle in my business? Do you know who your grandfather is?"

"I don't give a damn who you are; bullying people is not allowed.

Get lost quickly, don't make your father angry."

With high skills comes boldness; Zhou Xinyang also wanted to test his own abilities today.

The Big Bastard laughed, a laugh born of extreme rage. "Fine, you're tough, but let's see if you can still laugh in a moment."

"Brothers, get him."

At the Big Bastard's command, the lackeys immediately rushed up.

Although he was a bastard, he was not an idiot.

Fighting is one thing, but one cannot just kill people at will.

Old hooligans have a characteristic when they fight: they are aggressive with their numbers, but their strikes are not lethal; they only hurt you, but won't kill you.

As the seven or eight young men rushed over, Zhou Xinyang was not panicked in the slightest.

He lifted the steel pipe, striking left and right.

In a few quick moves, he knocked all seven or eight of them down.

The Big Bastard knew he had encountered a tough character and was quite sensible. "Big Brother, this is the money I have on me; please take it."

Paying to clear the path when you can't win—it must be said, this Big Bastard still had some tricks up his sleeve.

"That's enough. Don't let me see you again next time, or I'll beat you every time I see you."

Zhou Xinyang did not say he would kill him or anything of the sort; he was not a judge and could not pass sentence on these people.

A beating as a lesson was enough.

Taking the Big Bastard's money, Zhou Xinyang saw there was actually over three hundred yuan.

Truly, murder and arson bring golden belts.

A horse doesn't get fat without night grass; a man doesn't get rich without windfall wealth.

"Big Brother, I want to take you as my master; can you accept me as your apprentice?"

A short, thin, dark-skinned young man hesitated for a moment before requesting this of Zhou Xinyang.

Because his family was poor, his father had died early, and he had no powerful relatives, he had been bullied since he was a child.

Especially because he was short and thin, due to long-term malnutrition, both his physical strength and constitution were much worse than his peers.

Today, because he refused to join a Buddha gang of his classmates, he was brought here by a Buddha to be dealt with by the famous Big Bastard of Beijing.

So-called Buddhas, in the early days of the founding of the country, were people who often hung around the streets and alleys of Beijing; wherever there were the most people, they would appear.

They dressed properly and had excellent psychological fortitude; they had no proper jobs and lived by stealing wallets. In the underworld, they had an elegant nickname: "Buddha."

Why call a thief a "Buddha"? In the old society, people in the underworld had a specialized language system called the "Jianghu Spring Code," in which stealing was called "Buddha."

Beijing's Buddhas basically all had underworld backgrounds; they paid tribute to their Big Brother on time every month. If they slipped up and were caught, the Big Brother would step in to settle things for the "Buddhas."

And the Big Bastard was the Big Brother of all the Buddhas in Beijing. It just so happened that he had gone to collect the tribute money today and didn't expect to run into Zhou Xinyang, this God of War.

Looking at the child before him, with double eyelids and a look of defiance in his eyes, Zhou Xinyang also wanted to take him in.

After all, in this era, he could not show his face too much, but some things still had to be done.

So for some matters, he could find some lackeys.

If there was trouble, the lackeys would step forward; when they couldn't handle it, he would step in himself or cut ties directly.

However, Zhou Xinyang would not agree immediately, but instead put forward some requirements.

The Dao should not be taught lightly.

"Taking me as a master is fine, but you need to work for me for ten years. After ten years, you can go anywhere in the world.

And if you encounter difficulties, I can help you once within my power."

"During these ten years, I will arrange all your food and housing every month.

If you have a girl you like, I can also help you propose marriage."

"I am willing."

This was a good thing.

As for working for Zhou Xinyang, that didn't need to be considered.

Children these days would go help their teachers' families with farm work on Saturdays and Sundays anyway.

Since he was willing, the master-apprentice relationship was set.

However, Zhou Xinyang was in a hurry to find Yehenala Chen, so it was inconvenient to take him along.

"What is your name? Come to the Shishan Steel Factory tomorrow to find me.

When you get there, just tell the people at the Security Department that you are a friend of Zhou Xinyang."

In the Security Department, Zhou Xinyang had won over many hearts; any good food or drink from the office was all taken to give to them.

The effect was obvious; if Zhou Xinyang were to transfer to the Security Department now, he would likely be even more popular than Wang Erhu.

Zhou Zhangli remembered this and nodded heavily.

He clenched his fists, thinking to himself that he must study martial arts well so that he could one day beat the Big Bastard face-to-face.

Zhou Xinyang always felt that this name sounded familiar, but he just couldn't recall where it was from.

A future high-ranking official? Or perhaps a tycoon? A celebrity?

He couldn't think of who this Zhou Zhangli was anywhere.

As for taking him as a disciple, Zhou Zhangli was very grateful to Zhou Xinyang for standing up for him and stepping forward to defeat the hooligan leader, the Big Bastard.

"You said that person is called the Big Bastard?"

Zhou Xinyang remembered; it seemed someone had just announced their moniker as the Big Bastard.

At first, he hadn't reacted, but later, when he thought of Zhou Zhangli, he realized that this world didn't seem to be just the Compound; it actually also included Blood Romance.

Among them, Zhong Yuemin was about the same age as him, as were the Little Bastard and the others.

Wasn't the Little Bastard just Zhou Zhangli?

Why wasn't it as awesome as a television set yet?

Since that was the case, he had to treat Zhong Yuemin, Li Yuanchao, and the others well.

Which one of these people wasn't a descendant of an official of the third rank or higher?

Especially Li Yuanchao, who was a figure capable of commanding the masses.

Being able to make Zhong Yuemin, a descendant of a third-rank military official, acknowledge that he was someone who couldn't be provoked, one could imagine how awesome Li Yuanchao was.

However, in Blood Romance, Zhong Yuemin had also explained to Li Kuiyong why he couldn't provoke Li Yuanchao, because among these veteran children, it was based on the official rank and seniority of their fathers and grandfathers.

No matter how awesome you are, if your dad isn't, then you aren't.

Of course, this was before they had entered society, while they were still in that circle of the big courtyards.

Once everyone entered society later and developed according to their own abilities, backgrounds, and opportunities, one would be able to see who was a dragon and who was a worm.

But no matter what, Zhou Xinyang still had to cling to the coattails of people like Li Yuanchao.

When he became awesome in the future, and the residual influence of their fathers was almost gone, that would be when he became the boss.

As for how to cling to their coattails, Zhou Xinyang didn't have that opportunity yet, or perhaps it was still too early.

For now, he only needed to assemble his own foundation.

He hadn't expected that he would meet two of the future founding fathers of the Australia Later Han Kingdom today.