Springtime is infinitely beautiful

Zhao Zixing: A mature young man, becoming more and more charming.
Wei Wan: Zhang Tianlin's wife, one day she actually forced Xu Zixing to play the flute in public. Zhao Xiaolong: A talkative but inactive professional in the underworld.
Li Jie: Zhao Zixing's godmother, one day drinking at her house, after drinking, Xu Zixing actually... Zhao Hongxian: Zhao Zixing's godfather, with his help in the officialdom, Xu Zixing's business career became smoother.
Xu Yufeng: Formerly Xu Zixing's aunt, now she is his... Song Siya: A primary school teacher in Xiaoshui Village, the always dignified, intellectual, and exemplary teacher Song Siya actually did... Chapter One: Underworld Rules
"Chief, Chief, the town mayor has brought a large group of people, insisting on seeing you, we couldn't stop them!" A young policeman rushed in, flustered.
I, Fan Wei, and my godfather Zhao Hongxian exchanged glances, they arrived so quickly!
"Mayor Wei is here? Please invite them to the meeting room." Just as Fan Wei spoke, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a loud voice: "No need, Chief Fan..."
A fat man led a dozen or so men into the room.
The fat man's face was dark with anger: "Fan Wei, do you have any respect for the law? Mr. Zhang Tianguang is a key foreign businessman protected by our county. Why didn't you ask your superiors before taking action against him? Whatever your reasons, release Mr. Zhang immediately!"
Facing the dozen or so menacing officials, the three of us showed no fear.
Fan Wei's smile vanished, his expression changing: "Mayor Wei, as a policeman, I am acting according to the law. Please do not obstruct me. Zhang Tianguang is an Australian spy, and Zhang Tianlin is suspected of treason. I don't need to explain the difference in severity, do I?"
Spy? Traitor? These are extremely serious crimes!
Wei Pangzi and his group were terrified. Their pent-up anger, like a reckless, invincible truck suddenly collapsing when the road ahead crumbled, was like a car crashing into a road.
Getting involved with spies and traitors wasn't just a matter of losing their heads; it could implicate many people! Wei Pangzi, disregarding his public embarrassment, trembled as he wiped the cold sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
He had been drinking with them just last night; how could his brother-in-law suddenly be a spy and a traitor? Unable to understand, Wei Pangzi mustered his courage and asked Fan Wei, "Is...is there any evidence?"
Fan Wei patted a large brown document bag on his desk and said, "We have both witnesses and physical evidence. Take a look."
Wei Pangzi struggled to control his hands, shakily picking up the document bag and carefully examining the files one by one. With each page he turned, his face grew darker, until, after reading all the documents, his fleshy face was so black it looked like ink could drip from it.
"Can we go in and see them?" Fatty Wei asked, forcing a smile.
Fan Wei replied curtly, "They are serious criminals. Visits are not permitted without permission!"
Fatty Wei feigned concern, saying, "It's not me who wants to see them, it's my wife. She's Zhang Tianlin's older sister. Director Fan, please help us, let the siblings see each other." As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of high-quality imported cigarettes and offered it to Fan Wei.
Fan Wei didn't stand on ceremony, readily accepting the cigarette from the mayor and enjoying the light. He took a few puffs with relish before leisurely saying, "Mayor Wei, it's not that I'm trying to make things difficult for you, but this concerns national affairs. If anything goes wrong, will you take responsibility?"
Fatty Wei's face darkened. He leaned closer to Fan Wei and deliberately spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Fan, don't push your luck. Chunshui County is still under the Zhang family's control!"
Fan Wei remained defiant, replying, "Whoever dares to defy the nation will not have a good ending!"
"You..." Fatty Wei had never suffered such a loss in front of a subordinate before. He was filled with resentment and couldn't say anything more, only uttering a harsh threat: "We'll see!" He then slammed the door and left.
Fatty Wei's men exchanged glances, and seeing him leave, they also scattered.
"It really was all bark and no bite. Fatty Wei just left like that?" I said after everyone had left.
“Wei the Fat is just a dog; when he can’t make up his mind, he’ll ask his master,” said Zhao Hongxian, the godfather.
“This case is our chance to turn things around. Success or failure hinges on this battle. We can’t beat Zhang Tiansen on our own.”
“Old Fan, let’s ask the King of Hell for help.”
“Haha, Old Zhao, you really know me inside and out.” The two laughed heartily, leaving me completely confused. Seeing that they had no intention of explaining, I wisely didn’t ask any more questions. After Wei the Fat left the police station in a fit of rage, he saw an Audi sedan speeding towards him. Wei the Fat glanced at the license plate and knew who was in the car. He immediately stood on the side of the road, his head bulging with fat. As soon as the car stopped, Wei the Fat quickly leaned his head in.
After whispering a few words to the people in the car, Fatty Wei opened the door and got in. The Audi, its rear end emitting smoke, turned around and sped away, leaving the cadres looking at each other, bewildered.
"Damn it, Zhang Tianguang has ruined us! We never imagined he'd be a spy!" Fatty Wei, sitting next to the driver, kept wiping away cold sweat. Just as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head—a "smack!"—as someone slapped him.
"You son of a bitch, look at you! You're scared by such a trivial matter!" A rude voice came from the back seat. A dim light shone on his face, revealing him to be Zhang Tiansen, the local tyrant of Chunshui County.
"Brother Sen, Zhang Tianguang has committed treason! Tianlin is really foolish; how did he end up with him?" After all, Zhang Tianlin was their direct relative, and he had the biggest impact on their political careers.
"That good-for-nothing bastard!" Zhang Tiansen gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing coldly.
"Has Fan Wei found concrete evidence?"
"Based on the available information, they do indeed have substantial evidence."
"Oh?" Zhang Tiansen frowned and pondered for a long time before speaking, "Old Wei, you're getting older, how come your experience in class struggle is still so shallow?"
"Brother Sen..." Fatty Wei didn't know how to begin.
Zhang Tiansen leaned back, crossed his legs, and took out a cigar. Fatty Wei tactfully lit it for him. Zhang Tiansen took a satisfying puff before slowly saying, "If Fan Wei is absolutely certain, why doesn't he immediately hand Tianlin and the others over to his superiors? He knows he can't beat me in Chunshui County. If he has concrete evidence, why is he foolishly waiting for you to come knocking on his door to interrogate him?"
Zhang Tiansen's words were like a wake-up call, making Fatty Wei suddenly understand.
"Damn it, that bastard surnamed Fan dared to fabricate evidence and frame an innocent person!"
"It's true he fabricated evidence, but framing an innocent person is not necessarily true."
"Brother Sen, you mean..." "
Do you think I don't know who Zhang Tianguang is? I grew up in the same courtyard as him. Ten years ago, he committed a crime in China and couldn't stay there, so he had to flee to Australia. With his despicable appearance, how could he become a millionaire abroad? When he first came back, I was suspicious. Ten years later, when I saw him again, he was still the same as when he was young. If it weren't for the real money involved, I would have thought he was a fraud."
"So, Zhang Tianguang could really be a spy?" Wei Pangzi's forehead began to sweat again.
“Although Fan Wei isn’t very good at interpersonal relationships, he’s definitely a master at solving cases. He’s never made a mistake in any case he’s handled. Zhang Tianguang’s identity as a spy is almost certain, but all indications suggest that Fan Wei doesn’t have concrete evidence. He wants to seize the time to pry some solid evidence out of Zhang Tianguang. Lao Wei, we don’t have much time left.”
“Brother Sen, what should we do?”
Zhang Tiansen frowned and remained silent until he finished his cigar. Then he said, "This matter is of great importance. Tian Guang and Tian Lin were arrested; someone close to them must have leaked the information..."
Zhang Tiansen's expression hardened. Suddenly remembering something, he urged, "Xiao Wang, turn around and go to my brother's house, quickly!"
Driver Xiao Wang didn't say a word and immediately sped up, arriving shortly in front of Zhang Tianlin's small villa.
Fatty Wei, unaware of what had caused the county magistrate's fury, was about to get out of the car to open the door for him when he saw Zhang Tiansen already angrily opening the door and rushing into the villa.
A moment later, Fatty Wei and Driver Xiao Wang heard a string of rude curses: "That filthy bitch! It must have been that bitch! I'll dig ten feet into the ground to find you!"
As core members of the Zhang faction, Wei Wan's affair was no secret to Fatty Wei and Driver Xiao Wang. Zhang Tiansen's furious outburst made them realize what had happened.
"Brother Sen, I'll go drag her out right now!"
Zhang Tiansen was arrogant and capricious, and was currently in a rage. Wei Pangzi, fearing he would offend him, quickly found an excuse to leave. As for Xiao Wang, the driver, without orders from his superior, he dared not abandon his post and could only crawl back into the car, trembling in the driver's seat.
Two hours later, Wei Pangzi returned with a cripple. When Wei Pangzi entered, he saw the house was a mess; broken furniture was scattered everywhere, and Zhang Tiansen sat with a dark expression on his face on the only relatively intact sofa.
Fatty Wei, hunched over and trembling, said, "Brother Sen, we found out. That bitch Wei Wan is hiding in Chunshui Village. Wei the Cripple, report what you know to the county magistrate."
The cripple kept his head down, not daring to speak until Fatty Wei called him. Then he bowed and scraped, saying, "County...County Magistrate, I am a villager from Chunshui Village, my real name is Wei Qiang."
"You cripple, who wants to hear your background? Enough nonsense, get to the point." Fatty Wei saw that Zhang Tiansen was getting impatient and quickly threatened him.
"Yes! Last night I was on night shift and saw a young man from our village helping a woman into Xu Zixing's house."
"Are you sure that woman is Wei Wan?"
"Reporting to the county magistrate, who in our town doesn't know your sister-in-law? She's a celebrity!" Wei Qiang smirked, revealing his lecherous nature.
Wei Wan was pretty, with a voluptuous and alluring figure, and her status was extraordinary. Yet she always acted like a bullied little wife, which aroused all sorts of fantasies.
The town's scoundrels and idlers loved to talk about Wei Wan because people often heard faint moans and groans near Zhang Tianlin's house. Wei Qiang, being the most shameless of scoundrels and the most idle of idlers, surely knew her.
"Xu Zixing?" Zhang Tiansen wasn't interested in observing the lecherous face of a nobody, but he was intrigued by the somewhat familiar name "Xu Zixing."
Fatty Wei said, "It's Xu Tieshou from Chunshui Village."
"Xu Tieshou? You son of a bitch, how dare he interfere in my business?"
Seeing the county magistrate's extreme anger towards his sworn enemy, Wei Qiang was overjoyed. He retorted angrily,
"County Magistrate, that brat broke my leg! You must avenge me!"
"Such a thing?"
Ever since Xu Zixing broke his leg, Wei Qiang had harbored a deep grudge, but being no match for Xu Zixing, he had to swallow his anger. Now that he finally had a chance for revenge, how could he let it slip by? Next, he vividly recounted how Xu Zixing had "dominated the village," "bullied the people," and "ambushed and broken his own leg."
Before Wei Qiang could finish, Fatty Wei slapped his thigh: "I remember now, I saw this kid in Fan Wei's office this morning. I was so angry at the time that I didn't notice this nobody."
At this moment, Zhang Tiansen already knew everything and said, "Wei Qiang, thank you this time. I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, just come to me. You can go back now."
Wei Qiang was overjoyed. He thought: The county magistrate owes me a favor, how prestigious! With the county magistrate as my backer, Xu Zixing's good days are over.
Wei Qiang left with profuse thanks.
Seeing that Wei Qiang was no longer in sight, Fatty Wei said, "Brother Sen, the trouble with Tian Guang and Tian Lin must have been caused by that brat Xu Zixing."
"Dare to go against me? He's got a death wish!"
"That kid's close to Zhao Hongxian and Fan Wei, and he even beat up Tian Lin. It was a mistake not to kill him last time!"
"Hmph, that little bastard Xu Zixing dares to mess with me, he has to be taught a lesson!" Zhang Tiansen said angrily.
As soon as the county magistrate got angry, Fatty Wei quickly chimed in, "That's right, that's right, son of a bitch, isn't he just a vegetable farmer? He thinks he can act tough in Chunshui County just because he's strong. Is there no justice or law here?"
Zhang Tiansen felt in his pockets but found nothing. Fatty Wei understood and quickly took out his own expensive cigarettes, which he himself was reluctant to smoke, and lit one for him.
Zhang Tiansen took a deep breath, exhaled a smoke ring, and slowly said, "Although Tianguang and Tianlin are a bit carefree, their brotherhood must not be abandoned. Fan Wei, the man who sent us, is a smart man; he will not torture us unless it is absolutely necessary. Time is of the essence. The most urgent task is to get that bitch Wei Wan into our hands and force her to testify and deny Tianlin's involvement in this matter."
Fatty Wei knew what was going on. Zhang Tianguang was doomed. The only way to save him now was to save Zhang Tianlin, after all, they were brothers. Besides, Zhang Tianlin knew almost everything Zhang Tiansen had done over the years, all the heinous things he had committed. If Zhang Tianlin, in desperation, betrayed Zhang Tiansen, the entire Zhang faction would be finished, lined up waiting to be shot.
"Brother Sen, in my opinion, why don't we find a group of people with knives and clubs, raid Xu Zixing's hometown at night, and capture Wei Wan?" Fatty Wei had done this kind of thing many times before, so this was the first method he thought of.
"You idiot, don't you even use your brain!"
Zhang Tiansen slammed his cigarette down and cursed viciously, "What time is it now?! A bunch of people openly ransacking someone's hometown, do you think this isn't big enough? Do you have to make it known to everyone before you're satisfied?"
Wei Pangzi broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, stammering, "Brother Sen, I was confused for a moment..."
"I, Zhang Tiansen, am incredibly intelligent, how could I have such a bunch of stupid relatives? It's truly unjust..."
Zhang Tiansen cursed a few more times, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the hall. After a long while, he turned around and said meaningfully to Wei Pangzi, "Tomorrow, you'd better give this group of people a good welcome..."
The first morning, a military green jeep arrived in Chunshui Town. The jeep stopped in front of the town hall for less than five minutes before driving away.
A short while later, Wei Pangzi's newly bought Volkswagen also drove out and sped off in the direction the jeep had disappeared.
Hero's Manor covers thirty acres and is located at the foot of Dongshan Mountain in Chunshui Town, backing onto the Chunshui River. It boasts beautiful scenery and is rarely visited.
Originally, only a few impoverished farmhouses lived here. Five years ago, Zhang Tiansen bought it at a very low price and spent a considerable amount of public funds to transform it into its current beautiful state.
"Master Li, here, have a cigarette."
At the entrance of Hero's Manor, Fatty Wei smiled and offered a cigarette to a bald man with arms thicker than his thighs. Fatty Wei was amiable and approachable, but the man didn't appreciate it, waving his hand and refusing: "Martial arts practitioners don't smoke."
Fatty Wei, as the town head, was somewhat displeased to be slighted by a nobody, but since the man was a helper hired by Zhang Tiansen, he had to act expediently and dared not show his displeasure, so he awkwardly lit the cigarette for himself.
"Brother Sen and my master are sworn brothers, his business is our business. Don't worry, he's just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid, right? We'll take care of him right away!" The bald man patted his terrifyingly muscular chest, making a loud thud.
"That little bastard is actually quite capable," Fatty Wei reminded the bald man not to underestimate him.
"I heard he can break a tree as thick as an arm with one punch."
"Oh?" The bald man twisted his neck, pressed his fists together, cracking his knuckles, and said with considerable disdain, "Iron arms or bronze thighs? If he can break a boulder with his chest, he'll be good for performing martial arts."
The bald man, standing at 190 centimeters tall, had a domineering and imposing aura in front of Fatty Wei, who was only a little over 160 centimeters tall. Fatty Wei had seen strong men in his life, but he had never seen anyone stronger than this man. He didn't bother with the bald man and invited him into the restaurant in the manor. As soon as
they entered, Fatty Wei's eyes widened. Thinking to himself, "Good heavens, this is quite a scene..." Inside the restaurant, over a dozen tables were filled with burly men, all bald, each dressed in a tight black outfit, exuding a menacing aura!
While Wei Pangzi was still in a daze, a robust man in his early thirties walked into the hall. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, and bulging muscles, a buzz cut, and greeted him with a smile.
"Mayor Wei, I've been waiting for you. My name is Zhao Xiaolong, the eldest disciple of Master Li of the Li Family Fist. I heard about your matter from Brother Sen. I can assure you, I'll easily resolve it for you."
The Li Family Fist was quite famous in the neighboring counties. Master Li's martial arts schools were widespread, and his disciples were skilled in both the legitimate and underworld circles.
Zhao Xiaolong had been learning the art for thirty years and had long since received Master Li's true teachings. Wei Pangzi had heard of him before, and hearing his assurance, he finally felt reassured.
The group entered the private room. After a few drinks and some pleasantries, Fatty Wei pulled out a wad of cash from his briefcase, amounting to at least forty or fifty thousand yuan.
"Thanks for your hard work, Master Zhao. This is just a small token; take it and buy some drinks for the brothers." Fatty Wei said, trying to stuff the money into Zhao Xiaolong's hand.
Zhao Xiaolong refused, standing up and whispering in Fatty Wei's ear, "Mayor Wei, I won't lie to you, before we came, Brother Sen gave me 110,000 yuan. You don't need to spend any more."
"How can I? Brother Sen giving money is one thing, but this is our first meeting, and we've hit it off so well. What's wrong with an older brother giving his younger brother a small gift? If you don't accept it, I won't be happy." Fatty Wei put on a displeased expression.
At this point, if Zhao Xiaolong didn't understand, he'd be incredibly rude.
"Alright then!" Zhao Xiaolong readily accepted.
"Brother Wei, from now on, your business is my business, Zhao Xiaolong's business. Just let me know if you need anything."
"Haha, that's a good brother."
The two drank for a while longer, and after they were full, they finally got down to business. "So many brothers have come this time. Even if Xu Zixing could fly, he wouldn't escape our grasp. Master Zhao, should we ambush him or launch a night attack?"
Fatty Wei enthusiastically proposed a plan, but the senior brother of the Li Family Fist shook his head disdainfully and said, "My Li Family Fist has eight hundred disciples. It's a prestigious sect. We wouldn't stoop to petty tricks."
"Then..."
"Although the other party is just a kid, he's a trained fighter. According to the rules of the martial world, I've already sent someone to deliver a challenge."
"A challenge? What kind of challenge?"
"The rules of the martial world: a duel challenge! We martial artists act with integrity. If we're going to fight, let's have a fair fight."
Fatty Wei looked at the senior brother of the Li Family Fist in front of him, forgetting to drink his tea.
A fair fight? " You think this is a martial arts contest to choose a husband? Whoever wins, Wei Wan goes with them? But the other party is an accomplice hired by Brother Sen. With Brother Sen's intelligence, he wouldn't come up with such a bad idea. After thinking about it, Fatty Wei suppressed his anger.
"Could it be that Master Zhao has a plan within a plan?"
"Haha, Brother Wei understands me best..." Zhao Xiaolong excitedly leaned close to Fatty Wei's ear and whispered for a while.
After listening to Zhao Xiaolong's plan, Fatty Wei thought for a moment but was still a little uneasy: "Master Zhao, even the best can make mistakes. What if, I mean, what if... you lose?"
"Lose?" Zhao Xiaolong looked at Fatty Wei as if he were an alien. He said, "I, Zhao Xiaolong, started learning martial arts at three and internal energy cultivation at five. I've trained hard for thirty years, visiting countless martial arts schools all over the country. I've crossed more bridges than I've walked roads.
Last year in Hebian County, the people from Zhenwei Martial Arts School bullied my junior brother. I went to challenge them and single-handedly killed eighteen of them. Even their master's clothes had my footprints on them. I've survived countless trials and tribulations. Would I be afraid of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid? Besides, he's a latecomer to martial arts. He only became a disciple of a passing old lama when he was twelve or thirteen. He's only been learning for two or three years. How powerful can he be?" "
I heard he broke someone's leg."
"Damn!" Zhao Xiaolong scoffed. "Brother Wei, I've practiced martial arts for thirty years, and I've broken at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, legs in that time..."
Wei Pangzi was speechless with shock.
"Brother Wei, in matters of the martial world, you have to trust the professionals."
Wei Pangzi nodded obsequiously, but when he went to the restroom, he was still a little uneasy. He happened to run into a local thug he knew in the lobby and pulled him aside to whisper, "Is your senior brother underestimating that kid Xu Zixing? I'm afraid he'll lose face due to carelessness!"
The local thug chuckled. "Mayor, you can rest assured. Don't be fooled by your senior brother's words of looking down on Xu Tieshou; he's actually keeping a close eye on him." As he spoke, he lifted his black clothes to show Wei Pangzi that he was wearing a thick, tough leather vest.
"See that? This vest is a closely guarded secret of our sect, purely handmade, even a sharp knife can't pierce it! By the way, why don't you get one? It's cheap, only 150 yuan, even a pack of cigarettes costs more than that, Mayor."
The slight awe Wei Fatty had felt for Senior Brother Zhao vanished instantly. A professional?
Pshaw! He just relies on a "bulletproof vest" to feign weakness, trick the enemy into attacking, and then seize the opportunity to kill them? Get lost! I knew that kind of low-level trick when I was still in diapers! If my bulletproof vest wasn't too small, it would scare you to death. If this little trick worked, would we need to spend tens of thousands of yuan to bring you all from hundreds of miles away? That kid Xu Tieshou can break a tree with one punch. Sigh, has Brother Sen lost his mind, inviting a bunch of idiots like you?
Fatty Wei inwardly grumbled, but dared not voice it aloud. He could only laugh it off, waving his hand at the local thug, "Nice vest, very nice, but it's a pity about my build..."
The thug glanced at him and, seeing that the mayor probably weighed a hundred kilograms, immediately knew the deal was off and lost interest: "Mayor, it's alright, I'm going to drink."
Fatty Wei, not having gotten what he wanted, wasn't about to let him go. He quickly shoved a thousand yuan into his hand:
"Take this and buy some cigarettes."
The thug, having gotten a great deal, was incredibly enthusiastic, smirking, "Mayor, to be honest, don't listen to what Senior Brother says so openly and noblely. Actually, if he were to fight, he'd definitely treat his opponent to drinks and dinner afterward. Most people would go because they couldn't refuse. Then we'd find a private room and take turns toasting him until he was completely drunk..." At this point, the thug smiled without saying a word.
Damn it, there's always someone better! Fatty Wei suddenly realized, and smiled contentedly without saying a word.
Not long after returning to the private room, the disciple who had delivered the invitation came back and shouted in the hall: "Senior Brother, that kid Xu Zixing accepted the invitation and said that the martial arts competition will be held at the threshing ground in Chunshui Village at 11:00 a.m.
A threshing ground is an essential place in the countryside; usually, each village has one or two plots for drying rice. The threshing ground in Chunshui Village is very famous. The village elders say that during the Qing Dynasty, the entire village was so poor they couldn't afford food, so they rose up in rebellion. They gathered people from all directions here, beheaded chickens, burned yellow paper, drank blood wine, and marched towards the county town!
Fatty Wei was overjoyed and cupped his hands, saying, "Brother Zhao, due to my status, I cannot accompany you. I wish you a resounding victory and swift success!"
"Thank you for your kind words, Brother Wei. I'll be right back." Zhao Xiaolong, full of confidence, hiccuped as he led more than ten of his junior brothers in two large trucks and a jeep, heading straight for Chunshui Village with a menacing air.
Hearing that someone was going to publicly challenge Xu Tieshou, the villagers all came to watch the spectacle, and even people from neighboring villages came. The threshing ground was teeming with people, a cacophony of voices. However, due to the sheer number of spectators, arguments and quarrels were inevitable, making it even more lively than the New Year.
Senior Brother Zhao, escorted by his junior brothers, made a majestic entrance. Seeing the chaotic scene, he waved his hand and commanded, "Junior brothers, listen to my order! Maintain order in the arena!" No sooner had he spoken than bald, burly young men dressed in black rushed out from either side of him.
They stormed into the crowd, ruthlessly pushing and shoving the villagers to the edge of the threshing ground, creating chaos and shouts: "My duck egg! My duck egg!"
"Damn it, give me back my chair!"
"You brat, where are you pushing your hand? If your boobs droop, I'll hold you responsible!"
"Ouch! Who touched my butt?"
After a long, noisy commotion, the crowd gradually quieted down, and all eyes were fixed on Senior Brother Zhao, who stood like a pillar on the high platform in the center of the arena.
Senior Brother Zhao had already changed into a new outfit: a white satin martial arts robe and blue cloth boots. He looked like Jet Li in white from the movie "Fong Sai-yuk," exuding an air of great power.
The country folk had never seen anything like it before and were completely taken aback by Senior Brother Zhao's attire.
"Fellow villagers!" Senior Brother Zhao greeted the crowd, bowed, and announced loudly, "I am Zhao Xiaolong from the Li Family Martial Arts School, a disciple of Master Li of the Li Family Martial Arts School. Today, I have come to your esteemed place to exchange martial arts skills with Master Xu Zixing. This is not for competition or rivalry, but simply to exchange ideas on Chinese martial arts. I am honored to make a fool of myself here!"
As soon as Senior Brother Zhao finished speaking, the martial arts school disciples, who were already prepared, immediately went out to distribute flyers—the kind that are brightly colored and flashy, advertising discounts, promotions, and big price reductions.
The flyers prominently displayed the words "Enrollment," though the smaller print was barely legible. The villagers, unfamiliar with such things, were intrigued and all grabbed one, quickly emptying the flyers.
The disciples of the Li Family Martial Arts School, displaying their massive arms and legs, were simultaneously handing out recruitment flyers. This scene would leave Fatty Wei utterly astonished. Were they there to support the martial arts or to perform as street performers?
The threshing ground was instantly abuzz with excitement…
Seeing the effective promotion, Senior Brother Zhao, in high spirits, immediately performed three sets of fist techniques, two sets of knife techniques, and one set of sword techniques. The threshing ground was filled with the "whistling wind of fists," the "glittering blades," and the "stealing sword energy," the cheers of the villagers carrying for miles.
As the atmosphere reached its peak, Xu Zixing was still nowhere to be seen.
The agreed-upon time for the duel was 11:00 AM, but it was already 11:10 AM, and Xu Zixing was still nowhere to be found.
A voice from the crowd asked, "What's wrong? Where's Xu Zixing?"
"Reporting—Senior Brother!" A loud-voiced junior brother ran over from afar, like a messenger from an ancient army, calling out in a drawn-out tone from a distance, "Master Xu said he has long admired Master Zhao of the Li Family Boxing style. Seeing him today, he truly lives up to his reputation. There's no need for a match."
The disciple surveyed the onlookers with a smug look, uttering seven words in a powerful voice: "He is willing to concede defeat!"
"Ah?" The villagers sighed in disappointment. Those who supported him not to fight felt they had lost face in front of outsiders. The easily agitated ones had already started cursing in private: "What's wrong with that kid Xu Zixing? An outsider showed him a couple of moves and he's already cowering in fear. That's terrible!"
Senior Brother Zhao listened to his junior brother's report with a beaming smile, and hearing the villagers' discussions, he smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then so be it. Master Xu is a man of integrity, able to take things in stride. Since he's conceded, our Li Family Martial Arts School must also show some class. No more trouble from now on, understand?"
The disciples roared in agreement: "Yes!"
The plan had gone perfectly, much to Zhao Xiaolong's satisfaction. He stood alone on the high platform, his hands clasped behind his back, his robes fluttering, gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, exuding an aura of loneliness as pure as snow: "Alas... I... desire defeat but cannot attain it, life is truly... lonely..."
The villagers, captivated by Senior Brother Zhao's masterful demeanor, discussed for a while, and seeing that the spectacle was over, prepared to disperse.
Suddenly, a robust young man of average height and build, accompanied by several envious beauties, stepped forward like stars surrounding the moon...
Chapter Two: The Mighty Sun God
"It's Xu Zixing!"
Seeing the main character arrive, the villagers became excited again; those who were about to leave stopped, and those who had already left immediately returned.
I walked step by step onto the high platform, standing before Senior Brother Zhao, a mocking smile on my face, my sharp gaze like a high-powered searchlight shining into his face.
Senior Brother Zhao, feeling guilty, had completely lost his previous aloof and masterful demeanor. He awkwardly cupped
his hands and said, "Master Xu, the duel is over. I'd like to treat you to a drink..." "No need!" I waved my hand, tossing the paper packet I was holding. Zhao Xiaolong instinctively reached out to catch it, but the seemingly ordinary packet burst open as soon as he touched it. Thick brown paper tore open, and large bills flew out, scattering everywhere.
"Ah—so much money..."
A wave of exclamations surged from the crowd.
These country folk, poor their whole lives, had never seen so much money before. The scene instantly became chaotic and restless.
Several quick-witted Li family boxing disciples, disregarding everything else, scrambled to the ground to pick up the money, as if afraid of being robbed.
"This is the money you sent me before. Now I'm returning it all. You think giving me a little money will make me admit defeat? Heh, Master Zhao, you're too naive." "I sneered.
Damn! So there's some shady stuff going on! Hearing my words, the villagers' eyes turned red with rage.
"So what if an outsider has money? Xu Tieshou, you're my idol, don't bow down for money!"
"Damn it, I thought you were so great! That bullshit Li Family Boxing only knows how to fight 'underground' boxing!"
"We may be poor, but our spirit is high! Xu Zixing, I support you, beat him to a pulp!" "
Now that things have come to this, the villagers have realized they've been tricked by the Li family's martial arts practitioners. They're cursing these outsiders mercilessly, further enhancing my prestige among them!
Zhao Xiaolong's plan is insidious. He used the martial arts competition as a pretext to secretly send money to me. If I accept the money and don't participate in the competition, he'll gain fame while damaging my prestige—a truly vicious scheme that kills two birds with one stone.
This amount of money is a huge sum in these days. If it fell into the hands of a greedy person, they might indeed just admit defeat; but I'm different! My prestige in this land is earned with my own hands. The vegetable base has been so successful not so much because of my vegetable-growing skills, but rather because of my martial arts prowess.
Establishing prestige is difficult, but destroying it is quick. If I accept the money and don't participate in the competition today, in less than half a day, the reputation I, Xu Zixing, have worked so hard to build will become utterly infamous. At that time, I guarantee that all sorts of monsters and demons will jump out to cause me trouble."
Seeing his scheme exposed, Zhao Xiaolong's smile gradually froze, then he became enraged: "You think you're so great? You don't know what's good for you! You think I'm afraid of you?"
Zhao Xiaolong's face was ashen as he slowly assumed a fighting stance, his venomous eyes fixed on me. I stood proudly with my hands behind my back, letting him circle around me, searching for an opening.
In martial arts combat, probing before making a move, circling to find an opportunity, is a skill in itself. Usually, both sides will circle each other, not giving the other a chance to strike.
Zhao Xiaolong had studied martial arts for thirty years, and his combat experience was indeed far beyond that of a young man, but he had never encountered anything like this before. His opponent stood with his hands behind his back, exposing his back. He thought to himself: Exposing one's back to the enemy is a major taboo for martial artists. Doesn't the other know that?
Zhao Xiaolong understood this basic martial arts knowledge when he was three years old; no one wouldn't be unaware of it. Zhao Xiaolong was suspicious and dared not underestimate his opponent. He circled around and around, completely hesitant to throw a single punch or kick.
"What? Is this all Senior Brother Zhao of the Li Family Fist is capable of? Just putting on a show to intimidate people?" I said with a sneer.
Zhao Xiaolong wasn't a young man; he wouldn't fall for this sarcastic remark. However, the audience was already impatient, hurling insults and profanities. He valued his reputation above all else; losing face in front of hundreds of people would surely enrage him.
"You brat, take this leg..." Zhao Xiaolong finally couldn't hold back and launched a vicious kick at my lower body.
"You're asking for it!" I didn't turn around, but with a single leg, I stomped down with lightning speed. With a "crack," the rocky ground immediately shattered a foot square, cracking in a spiderweb pattern.
Zhao Xiaolong's kick was merely a test; he only used three-tenths of his strength. Seeing me lift my leg, he used seven-tenths of his strength to retract it.
This stomp had no effect, but it shocked Zhao Xiaolong, his face changing drastically.
Real skill! Absolutely real skill! This was worlds apart from the bare-handed brick-breaking tricks of itinerant street performers!
The threshing ground in Chunshui Village had been repeatedly pounded for centuries; the ground was not only smooth and flat, but also incredibly hard, many times stronger than ordinary cement. The power to shatter this ground with a single stomp was almost comparable to that of a drilling machine.
Zhao Xiaolong's heart pounded, secretly congratulating himself on his foresight. If he hadn't retracted his leg quickly, he might already be Wei the Cripple's number one.
Zhao Xiaolong was a shrewd and resourceful person. Being shrewd and resourceful doesn't necessarily mean being intelligent, but such people possess many advantages that intelligent people lack, such as thick skin.
Zhao Xiaolong, disregarding his pride, immediately turned and leaped off the platform. He bowed deeply to me
, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Master Xu, your skills are truly superb. I humbly admit defeat!" He then turned and left without a trace of awkwardness, clearly not the first time he'd done something like this.
The disciples of the Li Family Martial Arts School, well-trained, had already picked up all the money on the ground. Seeing their senior brother leave, they followed without a word, disappearing in no time.
The villagers had never witnessed such a clean and efficient martial arts fight. Only when the Li Family Martial Arts School members were almost out of sight did they come to their senses, erupting in thunderous applause and cheers.
"As expected of Iron Hand Xu, his reputation is well-deserved!"
"Today has truly been an eye-opener; I never imagined such a master was right here among us!"
"Brother Xu, well done!"
"Not bad, not bad at all. Old Xu's kid has really brought pride to us country folk, hehe..."
"Yeah, that's bullshit Li Family Fist, still daring to hand out recruitment flyers. Watch me tear it to shreds!"
"Xu Zixing! Xu Zixing! Xu Zixing..."
Gradually, the arena erupted in cheers, everyone calling my name. My prestige and popularity soared to an unbelievable level, making my blood boil. The shouts of so many people stirred my emotions, and an urge to speak welled up inside me. I gently pressed my hands down in the air, and the entire arena fell silent.
"Fellow villagers..." I said loudly.
"Although we are from a poor, remote village, lacking the worldly knowledge and wealth of city dwellers, our spirit is no less than theirs!" My resounding words immediately resonated with the masses.
"Well said!"
everyone cheered.
"Even Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and man fights for a breath of air. We live in this world to live life to the fullest! I believe that with our hard work, we will live no worse than city people in the future!"
Under everyone's gaze, I leaped into the air and landed steadily below the platform. The crowd surged forward, and the villagers rushed to shake my hand.
I welcomed everyone, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with each one. After a long while, I walked home with Yu Feng and the others, escorted by the crowd.
"Zixing, I love you so much!" Siya whispered to me on the way, her eyes filled with admiration. I gladly accepted, feeling incredibly pleased.
"You rascal, you're so proud now, aren't you? Well, your prestige in the village is unmatched right now. In the next village cadre election, the position of village chief is definitely yours." Yu Feng was also excited, clearly thinking further ahead.
Li Yuzi followed silently behind us, her gaze fixed on the man's broad back and powerful buttocks... Waves of desire surged within her like a tide, and before she knew it, her legs were wet... A capable man always evoked endless fantasies in a woman.
"What was the result of the duel?" Fatty Wei asked, sitting on the luxurious sofa in the private room, his face grave as he held his mobile phone.
"Mayor Wei, things have gone terribly wrong. Just as you feared, Zhao Xiaolong was utterly defeated. Xu Zisa stomped his foot, shattering the rocky ground, and Zhao Xiaolong fled in panic." A panicked voice came from the mobile phone.
"Damn it! Zhao Xiaolong? He's clearly Zhao Xiaochong!" Fatty Wei cursed.
"Don't delay, get to work now. If anything goes wrong, I'll skin you alive."
"Yes, yes, yes, Mayor Wei, please rest assured, our boss saw that Zhao Xiaolong was no match for him and has already sent people to take action. They might have succeeded by now."
"Then stop talking nonsense. Tell me the results immediately."
"Yes!"
"Hello, is this Zhao Xiaochong?"
"Zhao Xiaochong? You've got the wrong number, haven't you? This is Zhao Xiaolong."
"Wrong number my ass! Go to hell! I said you're Zhao Xiaochong, you're that damn, bullshit Zhao Xiaochong!"
Zhao Xiaolong was furious. He was always proud of his name, and to be suddenly called "Xiaochong" instead of "Xiaolong" made him incredibly angry. He was about to explode in anger when he suddenly recognized the voice. A jolt went through him, and he remembered: "It's Mayor Wei, about the martial arts competition..."
"Stop your damn nonsense! I've fed you the best, and you still messed up this little thing? You're a real 'talent'! Now I'm assigning you another task. If you can't complete this task, the 100,000 yuan Brother Sen gave you, and the 50,000 yuan I gave you, you'd better spit it all out!"
"Yes, yes, please speak." Zhao Xiaolong held the cell phone in one hand, wiping cold sweat from his brow with the other, his tone extremely humble.
"The target is in hand, you don't need to worry about it anymore. Your new task is..."
Zhao Xiaolong listened respectfully until he hung up, then angrily said, "You fat bastard, you change your mind faster than flipping through a book! I knew no official is any good."
"Senior brother, should we still do what Fatty Wei assigned us?" His sharp-eared junior brother asked timidly, hearing the voice coming from the cell phone.
Xu Zixing's stomp shattered the hearts of his fellow disciples. Hearing that they were going to oppose him again, the disciples all looked timid.
"Damn it!" Zhao Xiaolong slapped his trusted junior brother on the forehead, roaring, "You pig-brain! Do you think 150,000 yuan is easy money? Master worked hard teaching us for a whole year, and he only earned a few hundred thousand yuan. Only a fool wouldn't take the money! I don't believe it! As the saying goes, 'Two fists can't beat four hands, and even a hero can't defeat a crowd.' Listen up, all of you, we're going to..."
The Li family's martial arts brothers, dozens of them, huddled together, whispering and discussing their important matter... Wei Wan had been staying at my house recovering from her injuries, cared for by Granny Li. She was a very important witness. Given Zhang Tiansen's immense power in Chunshui County, I was hesitant to entrust Wei Wan to the police for protection. I had dozens of strong young men under my command, and they had been staying at my house to protect her these past few days.
Zhao Xiaolong of the Li family wanted to fight me. Normally, I wouldn't have thought much of it, but the fact that it happened right after the Zhang Tianguang incident made his motives suspicious.
Of course, the martial arts competition still had to take place, but even after everything was arranged, Yu Feng and the other two women were still worried about me fighting and insisted on going to watch. Fortunately, I didn't disappoint the women who loved me. Having broken through the first level of the Joyful Great Art, I used the Crane Kick Strike to intimidate my enemy, scaring Zhao Xiaolong into defeat without a fight.
The Crane Kick Strike was evolved from the "Crane Form Crane Entering Style" of the second level of the Joyful Great Art, which I had practiced diligently for a long time. Today was the first time I had shown it to the world, and it certainly lived up to expectations.
I felt relieved.
Just as I was feeling smug, I saw Li Mingli limping towards me from afar.
"Xu... Brother Xu..." Li Mingli ran up to me breathlessly.
"What happened, Mingli?" I helped Li Mingli up, and seeing his body covered in wounds, a bad feeling rose in my heart.
"Brother Xu, this injury is nothing, I'm fine, but a huge disaster has happened at home. Not long after you went to your martial arts competition, a group of people with guns and clubs suddenly stormed into the yard. We couldn't hold them off, they attacked and injured many people, and they even kidnapped Wei Wan!"
"What?" I exclaimed in shock, hurriedly leaving Li Mingli behind and running towards Yu Feng's house.
Before me lay a scene of utter devastation.
The yard wall had collapsed, bricks and stones were scattered everywhere, and the hired young men lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. The stone table by the well had been overturned, and the gate was long gone, leaving only a lone beam hanging to one side.
The warm and cozy farmhouse, filled with countless beautiful memories, was now a complete ruin!
I had only been gone for less than half an hour!
"Ah—!" I roared to the sky.
"I'd be a disgrace if I didn't avenge this!"
Rage filled my heart, making my eyes bloodshot, and my mind filled with endless killing intent.
"Ah! My home!" Yu Feng returned, and upon seeing the scene before her, she collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly.
"How could this happen? Who did this!" Siya gritted her teeth, glaring angrily, like a tigress ready to pounce.
Li Yuzi was shocked and at a loss, only able to awkwardly comfort the weeping Yu Feng.
The women's cries echoed in my heart, fueling my hatred. I roared, "Who? Who did this?"
"I...I don't know, they all look unfamiliar, probably from out of town."
"They have guns! Real guns!"
"So many people, at least thirty or forty."
The wounded young men spoke all at once, hoping I would stand up for them.
"How long have they been gone?" I asked, my eyes flashing coldly.
"Five or six minutes, I saw them driving several large trucks," said Li Mingli, who limped back.
"Mingli, borrow an oxcart from the villagers to go to the clinic in town for treatment."
I then said to Song Siya, "Siya, you go with Mingli, remember to bring plenty of money."
"Yuzi, stay home and take good care of Yufeng."
Yufeng had fainted from excessive grief. Although I felt sorry for her, the situation was extremely urgent. If we didn't catch up soon, Wei Wan might suffer a terrible fate.
I led Dahuang out of the cowshed in the backyard, whistled, and with a spur of my legs, Dahuang galloped towards the only two roads leading out of the village.
Dahuang often received nourishment from the Joyful Internal Energy, its fur was shiny, and its two horns were sharp and long. As if sensing its master's anger, it took off running with all its might, almost as fast as a horse.
The mountain road was rugged. Although it was wide, the surface was full of potholes, making it difficult for cars to drive, so people usually couldn't go very fast. The trees on both sides of the road rushed past, and the cold wind of early spring blew on my face, gradually calming me down. Thinking it over carefully, I connected the events of today.
Zhao Xiaolong challenged me to a duel; whatever his intentions, he ultimately lured me, this "tiger," out of the mountains. Meanwhile, his "helpers" used the opportunity to kidnap someone. Even though it caused a huge uproar, because the whole village went to watch the duel, Yu Feng's family became an "isolated island."
"What a clever scheme to lure the tiger away from the mountain!" My eyes narrowed.
"Zhang Tiansen, he's not simple!"
Wei Wan is a pitiful woman. Fearing retaliation from the Zhang brothers, she endured ten years of abuse from these beastly brothers. In this world, perhaps only I, the only one who has heard her heart's sorrow, truly understand her pain.
Now that Wei Wan's parents are gone, and she has encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, to bring down the Zhang brothers, this frail woman walked dozens of kilometers in the dark, enduring immense fear and the constant danger of being attacked by wild animals. Her feet were blistered, yet she still had to inform me.
For a weak woman, how much courage does it take to do this?
She trusted me so much; as a man, how could I let her down?
I could easily imagine how miserable Wei Wan would be if she fell into the hands of the Zhang brothers. I had to rescue her no matter what; I couldn't let her suffer any more.
"Woof woof woof!" Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the wolf cub's howl. Turning around, I saw the wolf cub walking lightly behind Big Yellow, closing the distance little by little.
"Little wolf, you brat, what are you doing here? Go back!" I scolded.
The wolf cub barked a few times, its eyes fixed on me without blinking.
"Want to come with me to rescue someone? No, this trip is too dangerous. You should go back!" I shouted, ordering it to return, but the wolf cub wouldn't listen. It suddenly leaped and ran to Big Yellow's side. The wolf
cub was a wolfdog I raised. It and Big Yellow had been nourished by my internal energy, making them incomparable to ordinary dogs.
However, Big Yellow was born with a deficiency and was only rescued by me in its old age; it hadn't been nourished by my internal energy for as long as the wolf cub.
The little wolf, nourished by the joyful inner energy since birth, now has glossy black fur, long and soft, and stands more than half a person's height, looking quite majestic.
Lately, I've been busy with work and haven't had time to care for it, so I've let it roam freely on the mountain. After not seeing it for a while, I noticed its abilities have improved considerably; its running speed is more than twice as fast as it was a month ago.
"You little rascal, haven't seen you for a month, and your temper has gotten quite a bit bigger. Alright, come with me to rescue people!" I shouted. Big Yellow raised its neck and howled, its four hooves pounding wildly, its speed increasing to a whole new level, even faster than a car on this rugged mountain road.
The little wolf barked happily, not wanting to fall behind, leaping ahead to lead the way.
With them by my side, I wasn't fighting alone; I suddenly felt
a surge of heroic spirit! "Rumble—" I faintly heard the sound of a car engine. I looked up and realized we had reached Wild Chicken Ridge, and my heart leaped with joy.
"Hmph, I finally caught up."
Wild Chicken Ridge is the most difficult mountain road in this area. The road is narrow and steep, yet it's the only way through, so even large vehicles must tread carefully. A moment's carelessness can send them plunging off the cliff,
resulting in a fatal accident. Two years ago, one of my uncle's drivers came to the village to pick up goods, but before even reaching the village, he was killed on Wild Chicken Ridge. Since then, all vehicles passing through Wild Chicken Ridge have been extremely cautious, their speed slower than an oxcart.
"Giddy up!" I shouted, and Big Yellow, as if on steroids, accelerated again.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, I saw two trucks driving in the distance.
The trucks were packed with people, armed with knives, guns, and clubs; even from this distance, I could see the gleaming blades reflected in the sunlight.
I was riding Big Yellow up Wild Chicken Ridge when two trucks suddenly rushed out from a side road, blocking my way from both ends.
What's going on? I frowned and ordered Big Yellow to stop.
"Screech—"
Both trucks stopped, and a group of men jumped out, all bald and muscular. "
Isn't this someone from the Li Family Martial Arts School?"
Sure enough, a man jumped out of the passenger seat of the truck ahead. He was dressed in a kung fu robe and walked forward with a smile, clasping his hands in greeting. "What a coincidence! Master Xu, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"It's you? Zhao Xiaolong." I narrowed my eyes and sneered.
"Hehe, I greatly admire Master Xu's kung fu. Seeing it today, I am even more amazed. So I would like to invite Master Xu for a drink. I wonder if Master Xu would do me the honor?" Zhao Xiaolong's face was covered with a hypocritical smile, which looked disgusting.
"Stop your fucking nonsense! You're Zhang Tiansen's dog. You're blocking my way to buy time for the people in the car ahead. Time waits for no one, everyone's in a hurry, so all of you come at me!"
"Damn it! Brothers, kill him!"
Zhao Xiaolong had never suffered more humiliation in his life than he had today. First, he lost face in front of hundreds of people, then he was called "Zhao the Insect" by Mayor Wei, and now he was called a "dog." Even though he was good at enduring, he couldn't hold back anymore and finally revealed his true nature. With a wave of his hand, the disciples of the Li Family Fist grabbed their sticks and swarmed forward.
"Big Yellow, charge!" I roared, spurring the bull on its back. Big Yellow bull obeyed, lowering its head, its thick, long, sharp horns pointing straight forward, the tips gleaming coldly. At the same time, Big Yellow bull kicked the ground a few times with its right foreleg, letting out a loud "Moo!" and suddenly charging forward.
The earth rumbled, as if an earthquake had struck.
The ox weighed a full two tons, and its running usually caused an earthquake-like tremor. Now, facing dozens of people attacking it, its innate fighting spirit as a bovine was fully unleashed.
It would kill gods and Buddhas alike!
Although the disciples of the Li Family Fist were all muscular and incredibly large, wielding thick, long clubs, none dared to confront it.
The ox charged forward, and the Li Family Fist disciples scattered like startled ants.
"Who dares to block me?" I roared, slamming the ox into the front of the truck. With a deafening crash, two deep holes were punched in the truck's cooling system, sparks flew, and a plume of smoke rose from the hood…
The disciples stared in disbelief, a chill running down their spines. Was this still a plow-pulling ox? If they hadn't dodged quickly, they would likely have two large, bloody holes in their bodies now.
"Back off!" I commanded the ox to retreat a few steps. The ox obediently pulled its horns off the truck's front, its body completely unharmed.
Zhao Xiaolong was astonished, a chill running down his spine. He thought, "Xu Zixing is formidable; even his livestock are so powerful. He's definitely not someone to mess with." "Knock him off the ox's back!" Zhao Xiaolong shouted.
The disciples, obeying the order, picked up the sticks they had dropped while dodging the ox's charge and hurled them at him.
"Haha, no need for trouble, I'll do it myself," I laughed, slapping the ox's back, rising high, and with a leap, flipping and landing in mid-air.
A scarred disciple, seeing me land beside him, was overjoyed, thinking he had an opportunity. He roared, swinging his stick at me, excitedly shouting, "Brothers, the reward is mine!"
Zhao Xiaolong, under orders from Fatty Wei, had ambushed me halfway there, telling his fellow disciples beforehand: whoever captures Xu Zixing will receive a reward of ten thousand coins.
The scarred disciple's eyes lit up with greed at the thought of money, and he strained with every ounce of his strength, swinging the long staff with incredible speed.
"Snap!"
The staff suddenly stopped mid-air as a powerful hand gripped the end.
I stood firmly on the ground, my legs rooted to the spot, not swaying an inch.
The scarred disciple's jaw nearly dropped. He had a hundred pounds of strength in his arms; a full-force swing of the staff would generate at least three hundred pounds of force. And yet, this three hundred pounds of force was caught by a single hand, and the other man seemed completely relaxed.
"Was the staff fun?" I smiled slightly.
The scarred disciple nodded dumbly, then suddenly his hands were empty—the staff had been snatched away… "Bang!"
I struck him unconscious with a backhand blow, then twirled the staff a few times before slamming it to the ground with a loud "bang!"
"Zhao Xiaolong, you, as the senior brother, are you just hiding behind your junior brothers and shouting?"
Seeing my imposing presence and the cowardly Senior Brother Zhao hiding behind, the crowd couldn't help but have some thoughts. Zhao Xiaolong noticed his junior brothers' hesitation and many turning back to look at him, clearly harboring resentment, and he sensed trouble.
"Don't listen to his nonsense! We outnumber him. He's just one man and an ox, right? The ox is stupid, just hide. Everyone attack together, grab your sticks and beat him up. Even if he's a master of martial arts, he can't do anything." These words stirred the crowd's fighting spirit. Seeing this, Zhao Xiaolong quickly increased the reward: "The first person to knock him down gets a reward of twenty thousand yuan!"
"Charge!"
People are willing to die for money, birds will die for food. With the reward increased by another ten thousand yuan, everyone's eyes were bloodshot. Someone shouted, igniting everyone's fighting spirit, "Charge!" "Charge!" Forty or fifty people raised their sticks and charged forward with overwhelming momentum.
"Those who block my way shall die!" I roared, and charged straight at the crowd.
Chapter Three: Minion, Easily Defeated
. The distance between us was only a dozen meters, and we were close in the blink of an eye. At the same time, five or six sticks came at me.
I raised my long stick to block the full force of the six men's attacks, and with a swift push, I sent them staggering backward and falling to the ground. Then, I lowered my body, swung my stick with one hand, and with a "Sweeping Thousands of Troops" move, another seven or eight men were struck in the ankles, screaming and clutching their feet as they fell to the ground.
With the momentum of a tiger, I immediately rose high and leaped up, striking a disciple on the back of the neck with my stick.
The disciple didn't even groan before falling unconscious. Instantly, more than a dozen people fell, almost a quarter of our men were lost, and the disciples' offensive faltered. The cowardly ones even hesitated to advance. But there were still those who were willing to risk their lives for money who charged at me. This time, a dozen or so of them swung their sticks together, blocking my way from all three directions.
While the Joyful Great Art can strengthen the body, it focuses more on nourishing internal energy and strengthening internal organs, offering little advantage in terms of techniques and movement. I could only block ten blows; the rest struck me solidly. Although I had circulated my qi around my body beforehand, the blows still left me feeling extremely uncomfortable.
The Joyful Great Art is not an invincible martial art like the Golden Bell or Iron Shirt; the intense pain almost made me dizzy. If I had known this, I should have learned the Five Animal Frolics from Master Hua. While the Five Animal Frolics is not a peerless divine skill, it far surpasses the Joyful Great Art in terms of combat techniques.
Just as I was busy parrying, a long stick appeared out of nowhere and suddenly came crashing down on my head. I was terrified; if this hit me, I'd be seriously injured. Damn it, this must be some sly guy who hadn't made a move yet, just waiting to ambush me.
I'll fight! In this desperate situation, I gathered my strength and took the hit head-on, determined to kill him later!
Suddenly, a blur of motion appeared, biting the man's hand. The stick grazed my body and slammed into the muddy ground, creating a small crater.
A scream rang out, and I turned around to see Little Wolf dodging the stick.
As the old saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark. Before the fight even started, Little Wolf had disappeared somewhere, only appearing to save me in this critical moment, which greatly surprised me.
Overjoyed, I endured the pain in my body and rapidly circulated the Joyful Law within my body. With a shout, the long staff flew up and down like a shadow; the disciples felt as if all they could see were endless staff shadows, impossible to defend against. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck their hands, and they couldn't even hold onto the staff.
Crane Wing Strike!
The internal energy circulation method of the second level of the Joyful Law, "Crane Form and Crane Entering Stance," was used by me with a stroke of divine inspiration and by some strange impulse, and I actually used it as a staff technique. This "Crane Wing Strike" was overwhelming, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake staffs, and they were hit without even realizing it.
My confidence soared. I planted the staff on the ground, and my body soared into the air, using the staff as the center of a high-speed sweep: Crane Kick Strike!
At this moment, none of the dozen or so people surrounding me could stand up; they all lay on the ground groaning in pain.
In less than three minutes of fighting, we had already lost half of our men, which Zhao Xiaolong could no longer bear to watch. He decided to step in himself.
"Haaah—I'm going to hit you!" Zhao Xiaolong, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a pair of nunchucks, wielding them with dazzling skill, chanting Bruce Lee's catchphrase, and charged forward surrounded by his disciples.
"Wow, Bruce Lee? Too bad you're not surnamed Lee!"
Before I could finish speaking, the nunchucks flew out like an arrow, striking Zhao Xiaolong squarely on the forehead.
The sudden blow sent a "buzz" through Zhao Xiaolong's head; his head snapped back, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, then knew nothing more…
The Li Family Fist disciples who had charged alongside Zhao Xiaolong seemed to have been suddenly choked; their movements came to an abrupt halt, some even landing hard on their backsides, covered in dust. With
Zhao Xiaolong down, the group was leaderless, and the morale of the Li Family Fist disciples plummeted. Only a dozen or so remained, cowering in fear. For every step I took forward, they retreated, trembling like chickens caught in the rain.
I advanced again, they retreated again…
“Huh?” Zhao Xiaolong had fainted, but something that fell from his arms caught my attention. I picked it up and saw it was a mobile phone.
It was like a brick, dark in color and extremely heavy.
A mobile phone cost tens of thousands of yuan in the 1980s; it was a status symbol. Zhao Xiaolong, as an ordinary martial arts master, couldn't possibly afford one, so it was highly likely that Zhang Tiansen had lent it to him temporarily.
“Hehe, this fight wasn't in vain!”
Time was of the essence. I shouted, and Da Huang came running. I leaped onto its back, leading Xiao Lang past the damaged truck. The truck was broken down and blocked the road for a while, making it even less likely that Zhao Xiaolong's group could catch me.
The Li Family Fist people were Zhang Tiansen's dogs, but this was peacetime; there was no need to kill anyone. They weren't stupid; no one wanted to risk their lives for money. They could only watch helplessly as Xu Zixing drove away.
Delayed by Zhao Xiaolong's group, the people who arrested Wei Wan had long since vanished without a trace, and I felt a surge of anxiety.
"How stupid, didn't I have a mobile phone?"
Seeing the mobile phone in my hand, I quickly dialed a number: "Hello, is this Uncle Fan?"
"Haha, it's Zixing. Spit it out, I have to have dinner with the National Security Bureau."
I didn't care about the National Security Bureau and said anxiously, "Uncle Fan, something terrible has happened. Half an hour ago, Wei Wan was kidnapped by Zhang Tiansen's men, and they should be almost in town now."
"What?" Fan Wei on the other end of the phone jumped up in shock. The spy case was of great importance. Zhang Tianguang and Zhang Tianlin were both stubborn and hadn't spoken yet. Now that their only witness had been taken away, he couldn't help but be nervous.
Whether they could bring down Zhang Tiansen and win a major victory depended on this gamble.
Fan Wei's eyes turned cold, and his tone was serious: "Tell me the details quickly."
"It's like this..." I briefly recounted what had happened today. On the other end of the phone, Fan Wei said anxiously, "Two trucks? Did you see the license plates clearly?" "Too far away, I couldn't see clearly, but they were vaguely sky-blue." "Okay, I'll take men to intercept them immediately, you hurry up and chase after them too." "Okay!" After saying that, both sides took action. Whether the weather in Chunshui County would change depended on this battle... Fan Wei hung up the phone, took out his gun and holster from the drawer and put it on, then told his guard to notify the police officers to assemble.
In less than a minute, in the police station courtyard, a fully armed team of ten people was ready to go.
Fan Wei stepped out of his office and ran into two special envoys from the National Security Bureau.
"Chief Fan, is there a special mission?" asked Li Huasheng, a special envoy from the National Security Bureau.
“That’s right. Wei Wan, the only witness in the espionage case, has been forcibly taken away by a group of criminals. As police officers, protecting the lives of witnesses is our bounden duty. I just received information that the criminals are heading to town in two sky-blue trucks.”
“Perfect, we’ll go with you.”
“Alright! I won’t stand on ceremony, Director Li, let’s go together.” Most people would exchange pleasantries in this situation, after all, Li Huasheng and his companion were special envoys from their superiors; however, Fan Wei, being a former soldier, valued decisiveness and straightforwardness in his official conduct. He immediately led the team off, and the officers all got into the police cars. “
Chief Fan, I want to go too.” Zhu Qian suddenly appeared out of nowhere, spreading her arms wide, her face full of displeasure as she stood in front of Fan Wei’s car.
Zhu Qian was the daughter of the police chief, and Fan Wei usually took good care of her, never letting her participate in any dangerous missions. The bodyguard knew the chief’s thoughts, so he hadn’t informed Zhu Qian at all.
These past two days, everyone in the station knew about the major case, and everyone was working extremely hard and with great enthusiasm. Solving a major case would bring merit, and promotion would be a given.
Zhu Qian was very popular in the station and knew more details about the espionage case than the average officer. She was also well aware of Fan Wei's feelings towards her, but being new to the job, she was eager to make a name for herself, so she jumped in at a crucial moment.
"You...you're just a girl, what are you doing causing trouble?"
Fan Wei was more anxious than anyone else. Knowing her stubborn temper, he knew persuasion was useless, so he could only get into the passenger seat of the police car and wave to her, saying, "Get in, I heard you're a good driver."
"Yay!" Zhu Qian excitedly jumped into the car and smoothly started the engine. The police car suddenly shot forward with a "whoosh," but luckily she braked in time; half a second later and they would have crashed into the wall.
"Mistake, mistake..."
Zhu Qian stuck her tongue out awkwardly at Fan Wei, leaving him with a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent. She sternly reprimanded him:
"If you don't drive well again, you're not allowed to participate in this operation."
"Yes, sir!" Zhu Qian's face turned serious, no longer grinning. She started the police car again, turned on the siren, and the police car sped out of the police station, followed closely by a line of police cars... "Brother Tiger, this job is too easy. Twenty thousand yuan is easily in hand." On a rural road, inside a light blue truck, the young driver wearing an earring excitedly said to the middle-aged man.
"Nail, keep driving. If we don't get the guy to Fatty Wei's hands, that 20,000 yuan won't be in our pockets."
"Brother Tiger, keep going? We're only a few miles from town. I'm happy about it. We've moved quickly this time. Even if Xu Tieshou has superhuman abilities
, he can't catch us." "What's there to be afraid of about Xu Tieshou? I'm worried about the police..." The middle-aged man, Brother Tiger, stopped mid-sentence. Suddenly, several police cars appeared on the other side of the road.
"Brother Tiger, it's the cops."
"Turn around and drive back!"
"Brother Tiger, this is a dead end. If we drive back, we'll be back in Chunshui Village."
"Damn it..." Brother Tiger cursed fiercely. He was really unlucky.
"Stop the car and take cover!"
Several police cars parked across the road, blocking the way ahead. The police officers got out of the cars and pointed their guns at Brother Tiger's car.
Fan Wei got out of the car, took out a megaphone and said, "Don't move! You are suspected of kidnapping. Surrender immediately, turn yourself in, and we'll forgive you."
"Brother Tiger, what do we do? The brothers are panicking." The panicked voices of the thugs came from the back of the car, and the man with the earring was also very nervous.
"What can we do?" Brother Tiger pulled out a Type 56 pistol from his waist and said in a sinister tone, "Let's fight! If our brothers are caught, they'll only spend a few months in jail at most. If we're caught, we'll be locked up for life."
"Okay! Brother Tiger, I'll listen to you." The man with the earring also said fiercely.
"Go and take that woman with you. She's a talisman. With her there, the police won't dare to make a move. Also, tell the brothers not to be afraid. The police are only a dozen or so people with a dozen guns. We have forty or fifty people with knives and guns. At worst, we'll have a big fight. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Okay!" The man with the earring obeyed the order, opened the car door and jumped into the back of the car.
"Chief Fan, what do we do?" Seeing that the other side didn't move, Zhu Qian looked anxiously at Fan Wei. It was her first time participating in such a large-scale operation, and she was a little agitated.
"Don't rush. The thugs outnumber us and have weapons. We can't act rashly. It's a pity Zhang Tiansen controls the county's armed forces, otherwise I would have called in the militia to assist." Fan Wei said calmly.
Zhu Qian knew she was too nervous; after all, this was her first time pointing a gun at real people.
Fan Wei shouted official slogans again, but the thugs remained unmoved, and the situation on the scene was tense.
"Brother Ding, what do we do now? The cops have blocked the road, and everyone's afraid of dying." A group of thugs hid in the back of two trucks, trembling with fear.
The man with the earring glanced at Wei Wan, who was tightly bound, and said arrogantly, "What's there to be afraid of? Tiger said the cops only have a dozen or so men and a dozen guns. We have forty or fifty brothers, knives and guns to choose from. What's there to be afraid of? We can just have a big fight!"
"That's true, but we don't need to fight the cops, do we? Kidnapping isn't a serious crime, but assault is a serious crime." A weak voice came from the crowd. Most people thought the same thing, but they dared not speak out for fear of angering the man with the earring.
"Who the hell is talking nonsense? Which bastard is speaking? Stand up if you dare!" Seeing someone object, the man with the earring was furious, but the person who spoke would rather be a bastard than have the courage to stand up.
"Hmph!" The man with the earring pulled out a pistol and brandished it at this and that, looking menacing. He shot out a venomous look, sweeping over everyone. Those who met his gaze lowered their heads and cowered like turtles.
A surge of resentment welled up in the bandits' hearts.
Just then, Tiger stepped forward, pistol in hand, his face full of benevolence: "Nail, don't say that. Everyone who follows me, Tiger, is a tough guy; none of them are bastards. You brothers are just following me to make a living; there's no need to risk your lives."
Tiger's words immediately dispelled half of the bandits' resentment. He truly was a leader; his words were so pleasing to the ear.
"Our deal has been going smoothly all along. If it had gone well, we could have made a fortune, enough for us to live a life of luxury. Looks like we're not destined for that." These two sentences instantly ignited the bandits' will to survive. Yes, how wonderful it would be to escape and live a life of debauchery!
“The cops are outnumbered and outgunned, and we have hostages. They won't dare fire because of them. In a moment, I'll give the order, and everyone rush east. After crossing the paddy fields, there's an old forest less than two hundred meters away. Once we're in the forest, it won't be so easy for those dozen or so of them to catch us.”
“Let's leave it to fate and luck. I don't expect all the brothers to escape, but most of them definitely have a chance.”
After Tiger finished explaining the plan, all the bandits became restless. One of them patted his chest and shouted, “Tiger is right! I, Wang Laosan, have followed Tiger for over ten years and have never been to a police station. Today, let's all leave it to fate. Those with good luck will definitely escape!”
Wang Laosan's shout was echoed by the other bandits.
Seeing their morale soar, Tiger smiled. With so many people escaping together, his chances of escape were much greater.
Time was of the essence. Tiger waved his hand and growled, "Go!"
In an instant, the thugs swarmed out of the truck's back. Tiger and the man with the earring grabbed Wei Wan, ignoring her struggles, and half-lifted, half-dragged her away.
The three of them mingled with the thugs, protected by a group of loyal brothers, and rushed towards the ridge of the field.
Seeing the thugs escape, Fan Wei was the first to chase after them without a word, leaving behind a sentence: "Chase after them. If the thugs fire, you are allowed to return fire!"
Seeing their chief chase after them, the other officers instinctively followed. Zhu Qian also followed closely behind, carrying a pistol. She hadn't worn high heels for the past few days, opting instead for sneakers for easier movement.
Zhu Qian was tall and slender, with long, beautiful legs. She ran just as fast as the male police officers. Her well-fitting police uniform accentuated her shapely figure, making her alluring. Her long, black hair danced in the wind as she ran, giving her a spirited and heroic air, showcasing
the image of a policewoman. Unfortunately, the timing was wrong; no one appreciated this pleasing scene of the pretty policewoman chasing the criminals.
Two hundred meters wasn't a long distance, but it wasn't short either. The criminals ran faster than rabbits, and given the considerable distance between the police and the criminals, the police could only watch helplessly as the criminals disappeared into the woods.
"Don't move! If you run again, I'll shoot!" Fan Wei shouted.
"Bang!" A bullet grazed Fan Wei's head in response.
Enraged, Fan Wei immediately returned fire, and a series of gunshots rang out from the woods.
The gunshots carried far; I could hear them from across the hillside on my big yellow ox. After the shooting, the wolf cub kept howling, clearly the gunshots had stimulated its wild instincts.
"Uncle Fan must be fighting the kidnappers, giddy up!" I jerked the reins and rode Big Yellow up the hillside at breakneck speed. In the distance, I saw many vehicles parked not far below, including police cars and two sky-blue trucks.
Just as I arrived at the scene, a limping policeman emerged from the woods.
"Brother Wang, you're injured!" I ran over and helped Brother Wang up, exclaiming in surprise.
Brother Wang was the best marksman in the station, usually working alongside Uncle Fan. Even he was injured; it showed how brazen the kidnappers were.
Brother Wang had been shot in the right leg, blood gushing from his thigh; his injury was clearly serious.
The moment Brother Wang saw me, his eyes lit up. He grabbed my clothes and said anxiously, "Xu Zixing, you've come at the right time! Go help Chief Fan! The number of criminals outnumbers us several times over, and they have guns. You're good at martial arts, please go and help them!"
"Brother Wang, even if you hadn't said anything, I would have helped anyway."
Brother Wang shoved his pistol and magazine into my hands, but I refused, "Brother Wang, are you kidding me?"
" With my marksmanship, this thing is useless to me."
"Stop talking nonsense, listen to me, a gun is a man's courage. With it, you'll be safer." "
Thinking about it, it makes sense. I had no choice but to tuck it into my belt, say goodbye to Brother Wang, and take Little Wolf into the old
forest. The forest in the park is completely different from a real wild forest. Like this old forest in front of me, the bushes are thick and the weeds are as tall as a person. If you go in and don't make a sound, it's hard to be discovered. Big Yellow is too big and it's difficult for him to move in the dense forest, so I left him behind and only took Little Wolf. Little Wolf is a descendant of wolves and naturally likes to go into the forest. Its nose is extremely sensitive, making it a good helper for tracking prey.
After entering the old forest, I ran towards the direction where the gunfire was most intense. I hadn't gone more than two hundred meters when I saw two policemen escorting five or six handcuffed bandits, sitting under a big tree.
"Xu Zixing, you've come at the perfect time. Chief Fan and Zhu Qian are chasing the bandits to the north. The bandits running to the north are the most numerous. You should help them quickly."
"Zhu Qian is also participating in this operation?" "I frowned.
"Yes, God help me, please don't let anything happen, you should go quickly." The two policemen said anxiously, clearly afraid that something had happened to Zhu Qian.
Why is this girl always causing trouble?
I didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried north. If something happened to Zhu Qian, I was afraid the sky would fall.
"Huh?" I saw a piece of pink silk hanging on a thorn bush, and the more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
"Isn't this the nightgown I gave to Yu Feng? I remember now, yesterday Wei Wan took a bath and found that she didn't have any clothes with her, so she borrowed Yu Feng's clothes."
At this moment, the gunfire in the old forest gradually subsided, and the gunfire in the north direction had stopped five minutes ago.
"Little Wolf. " The little wolf
wagged its tail and came closer. I placed the silk cloth in front of its nose.
The little wolf's tracking ability was beyond doubt, and I quickly followed.
I don't know how far we ran, but suddenly the little wolf stopped and alertly pricked up its ears: "Woof woof woof..."
I listened carefully, and with my superior hearing, I could indeed hear some movement. I sneered, "Come out, my friends hiding in the bushes."
"Damn, this kid even brought a bunch of police dogs. What a loser." Wang Laosan led seven or eight thugs with machetes and rushed out, surrounding me in an instant. These thugs were different from the ragtag bunch from the Li Family Boxing Gym. These people had committed numerous crimes, and each of them had a fierce look in their eyes and a very menacing aura.
"Third Brother, he's not a policeman. He's Xu Tieshou from Chunshui Village." "Someone among the thugs recognized me.
Wang Laosan was filthy, with a few weeds stuck in his hair, and his appearance was extremely sleazy. After listening to his accomplice's words, he sized me up, his small, beady eyes darting around: 'Brother, you're Xu Tieshou?'
'What can I do for you?' I replied lazily, while Little Wolf was already ready to attack.
'I heard you're very skilled in martial arts. I, Wang Laosan, have the utmost respect for skilled martial artists. But what's going on, brother?
You're not a cop, why are you arresting us? The woman you wanted was already taken away by our boss. Why don't you go your way, and we'll go our separate ways? What do you say?' 'Fine, I don't want to waste my time on a bunch of trash.'" "After saying that, I walked straight towards them.
Although the bandits were fierce, they were now in a life-or-death situation, and despite being insulted, they adopted a 'better safe than sorry' mentality, enduring it as much as possible, and made way for me.
Wang Laosan was furious. In the morning, he was enjoying his morning exercise with a prostitute, but in the afternoon, he fell from heaven to hell, becoming a desperate fugitive. Now, he was being insulted by a mere teenager, and he felt extremely humiliated.
Just then, a tree branch swung up and lifted the corner of my clothes...
It was a gun! Seeing this, the thought flashed through Wang Laosan's mind like lightning, and then he made the most regrettable decision of his life—he swung the machete heavily at me.
"I knew you couldn't hold back, Little Wolf, go!" I grunted, dodged to the left, and slapped the blade with my palm.
Wang Laosan felt a tremendous force surge through him, losing his grip on the hilt. The machete flew from his hand, followed by a fist the size of a bowl aimed at his face. The speed was unbelievable; the heavy punch arrived in the blink of an eye. Wang Laosan felt as if he'd been struck by a giant iron hammer; his vision went black, and then he knew nothing more.
Seeing the fierce Wang Laosan taken down with a single punch, the bandits were shocked and scattered like birds. Only one slow-reacting fellow was unfortunately bitten on both legs by a wolf cub and lay on the ground writhing in pain.
"What a bunch of lousy bandits! Just a bunch of small fry." I spat and yelled at Little Wolf to keep tracking; these two guys are for the police.
It was three in the afternoon, the sun high in the sky, illuminating the bustling world, but this nameless old forest felt like another world. The air was thick with a heavy, damp smell, and as far as the eye could see, there were countless bushes and thickets. Sunlight could only filter through the gaps in the canopy, casting a faint glow. A sound of fighting came from afar. I used the
knife I'd stolen to cut through the tangled thorns and followed the sound. Suddenly, a large clearing appeared before me, and the bright sunlight made me involuntarily squint.
A few meters away, a male and a female police officer were fighting a group of thugs, while two men provided cover on the perimeter. Wei Wan lay at their feet, ragged and struggling, her mouth gagged.
Zhu Qian had run out of bullets. She and Fan Wei had been tracking the thug leader when they unexpectedly encountered the equally out-of-ammunition thugs in this open area. A fight broke out immediately.
Even with Zhu Qian's status as a police academy fighting champion, she couldn't withstand the three-on-one attack. She took several punches, her police uniform ripped at the chest, almost exposing her breasts.
Zhu Qian was furious, but her fists were no match for the thugs. She managed to fight them, but when she glanced at Fan Wei, despair filled her eyes.
Fan Wei was covered in blood; being a man, he was clearly more targeted. Six or seven burly thugs surrounded him, making it difficult for him to defend himself.
"Nail, make your move!" "Tiger had been waiting for this opportunity. He and the earring-wearing man pounced on Fan Wei and Zhu Qian respectively. Their entry into the fray put Fan Wei and Zhu Qian in even greater danger.
Tiger kicked Fan Wei to the ground, his back pressed against a tree trunk with nowhere to retreat. Tiger's eyes flashed coldly, and his hand slashed down with his knife… '
Am I really going to die like this? I'm not reconciled…' Fan Wei stared intently at the machete; he would rather die than show the slightest weakness.
'Bang!'
A gunshot rang out, shocking everyone!
Chapter Four: Has Wei Wan Gone Mad?
The gunshot shattered everyone's courage.
Tiger shuddered in fear, no longer caring about slashing. He swayed and rolled away, landing right next to Wei Wan. Without a word, he held the knife to her neck.
'Zixing!'
'Xu Zixing! '" "
Fan Wei and Zhu Qian cried out in surprise. The sudden arrival of their saviors gave them a feeling of returning from hell to heaven.
Especially Zhu Qian, whose eyes were glazed over, shimmering with an inexplicable light. Under the bright sunlight, the man in front of her slowly walked towards her, gun in hand. He was like a mythical superhero riding a seven-colored cloud to rescue a beauty, radiating a dazzling light.
"Don't move! Anyone who moves, I'll blow them up," I said coldly.
A plume of smoke rose from the dark muzzle of the gun. Under the powerful threat, the thugs dared not move.
Zhu Qian and Fan Wei took the opportunity to break away from the fray and staggered towards me.
"Put down your gun, or I'll kill her!" Seeing the situation reverse in an instant, Tiger Brother became even more anxious. The longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for him. Seeing that the young man in front of him was so young, he decided to use the cunning of an old hand to bluff Xu Zixing.
"Zixing, don't listen to him, cough cough..." Fan Wei, supported by Zhu Qian, came to my side, coughing up blood incessantly.
"
Uncle Fan, how are you?"
"Don't worry, I'm tough, I won't die, cough cough..."
"Xu Zixing, what brings you here?" Zhu Qian was too exhausted to move, but her spirits were extremely high, her face flushed like a vibrant rose. Because of the fight, her face was covered in dust, making her look more like a playful little girl than a brave policewoman fighting off criminals.
"You have the nerve to ask me? What are you doing here on such a dangerous mission, a girl like you?" I couldn't help but scold Zhu Qian, but my eyes involuntarily drifted to her chest. She had been stabbed in the chest, the skin wasn't broken, but her police uniform was torn, revealing... well, her bra was pink.
"Hmph, why can't I come? Don't underestimate me, before you arrived, I had already taken down two criminals." Zhu Qian pouted. Her face flushed with displeasure, oblivious to the fact that the hero who saved her was lewdly peeking at her chest.
"Hey, you dare ignore me? You're driving me crazy! If you piss me off, I really will kill you!" Tiger, the biggest gangster boss in Chunshui County, a notorious figure in the underworld, was being treated like he was invisible
. How could he possibly swallow this insult? "Put down your gun! I want you to put down your gun!" Tiger roared, seemingly losing his temper.
"Hey, don't think I'm afraid of you just because you have three scars on your forehead." I turned my gun towards Tiger.
"If I asked you to put down your knife, would you?"
"No!" Tiger answered decisively.
"Then what are you babbling about?"
"Xu Zixing, don't waste your breath on him, just shoot him dead!" Zhu Qian said fiercely; she now utterly loathed these thugs.
Upon hearing this, Tiger Brother shrank back behind Wei Wan in fear, feigning bravado, and said, "If you dare to shoot, I'll take her life!"
"Ugh..." Poor Wei Wan struggled desperately, but how could a weak woman be a match for a ruthless bandit? Tiger Brother's arm gripped her delicate neck, rendering
her completely immobile. I felt anxious, but my face immediately hardened, remaining impassive. If I showed even the slightest tension, the kidnapper would suppress my aura; after all, in a critical moment, it all comes down to who has the stronger presence.
"Old man, you're not young anymore, why make things difficult for a weak woman? A real man should fight one-on-one," I suggested.
"Who do you think you are, daring to call our Tiger Brother 'old man'? You want to die!" The man with the earring jumped out, cursing.
"Shut your stinking mouth," Tiger Brother snapped.
"Young man, I see your temples are bulging, clearly indicating you've mastered internal energy cultivation. Could you be the renowned Xu Tieshou of Chunshui Town?"
"Oh, old man, you're quite knowledgeable!" I laughed.
"I am Qiu Hu of the Eight Evils Sect. May I ask which sect you belong to?" Brother Hu asked in a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) tone.
"Eight Evils Sect? Never heard of it."
I said nonchalantly, "My master is just a passing lama, without any sect or affiliation." This wasn't a secret; everyone in Chunshui Village knew it, and anyone with a keen eye could easily find out.
"Being without a sect or affiliation doesn't matter. Since you're a jianghu person, let's follow the rules of the jianghu. You and I will have a match. If you win, the person is yours; if I win, I'll take the person, and you're not allowed to stop me."
"Alright, it's settled then." From a distance, Qiu Hu's temples were also bulging, clearly indicating he was also a martial artist, possessing internal energy cultivation like me. Normally, I wouldn't easily engage in combat; but the current situation is extraordinary, leaving me no time to think. Besides, having mastered the Crane Wing Strike technique today, my confidence has soared, and I'm looking for someone to test its power. However, ordinary people are no match for me, so this bandit leader is a perfect opportunity to test it out.
"I disagree," Zhu Qian stepped forward to object.
"Little Zhu, don't cause trouble." Fan Wei was the most reasonable one; he had confidence in my skills.
Seeing how readily Fan Wei and I agreed, Qiu Hu suddenly became a little insecure and said, "Wait, I have another condition."
"Qiu Hu, don't push your luck," I sneered. This Qiu Hu was too ungrateful. "
Daring to speak to Brother Hu like that, you're the one pushing your luck," the man with the earring, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but say.
Brother Hu was his idol; who in the underworld or the legitimate world didn't give Brother Hu face? Even County Magistrate Zhang Tiansen addressed Qiu Hu respectfully as "Brother Hu." He wouldn't tolerate anyone insulting his idol. During this period, he had been secretly getting close to me, and now he had finally exploded.
"Brother Tiger, run!" the earring-wearing man roared, lunging forward with his knife.
"You're asking for it!" I didn't dodge or flinch, but instead took a step forward and kicked the earring-wearing man squarely in the chest, sending him flying four or five meters away.
At the same time, Qiu Hu shouted, "Go!" He grabbed Wei Wan with one hand, darted into the woods, and immediately
disappeared .
When the earring-wearing man pounced, the smarter members of the gang ran before Qiu Hu could shout; the dumber ones waited until Qiu Hu finished shouting before fleeing for their lives.
I was furious and chased after him for a few steps, when suddenly my leg tightened. I looked down and saw the earring-wearing man coughing up blood, yet still clinging to my leg without fear of death.
"Brother, your loyalty and courage are commendable, I admire you greatly, but it's a pity you followed the wrong person." I kicked him away and called to Little Wolf, "Little Wolf, you protect Uncle Fan and Zhu Qian, understand?"
"Woof woof." Little Wolf was very intelligent and barked twice in response.
"Zixing, be careful," Fan Wei and Zhu Qian said in unison.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back." Without waiting for their reply, I chased after Qiu Hu in the direction he had fled.
The old forest was overgrown with weeds, and anyone who walked there would leave a trace. Qiu Hu, with someone else, was much slower than me, so I caught up with him in less than ten minutes.
"Hey, Xu, we have no grudge against each other, you don't need to take my life, do you?" Qiu Hu held a knife to Wei Wan's snow-white neck.
"Qiu Hu, your life is worthless to me. Blame it on you for touching the person I want."
I tucked my pistol into my waistband, pulled up my sleeve, and beckoned to Qiu Hu: "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance, the agreement we made earlier still stands."
"Great." Qiu Hu struck a pose as I did, also tucked his machete into his waistband, and shoved Wei Wan, letting her fall onto the thick layer of dead leaves.
"You win, the person is yours; I win, I take the person away!"
"It's settled!"
"Alright, take this!"
Qiu Hu didn't waste any words and pounced directly: "Watch out, fists and feet don't discriminate!" After saying that, Qiu Hu took several steps in quick succession, rushing in front of me like raindrops, and threw a powerful straight punch.
This punch was like a tiger descending the mountain, fierce and unstoppable.
"Good!" I was not surprised but delighted. After all, I had played with too many weaklings, which was no fun. It was rare to encounter a real master, and my blood was pumping. I thought: You're straight, I'm straight too, let's see whose punch is stronger.
My feet were as steady as Mount Tai. I stepped forward with my left foot into a bow stance, my left fist retracted to my waist. With a twist of my waist, I combined all my strength into one, and my right fist, like an old ox charging into a mountain, suddenly lashed out with the momentum of a kill.
"Boom!" A muffled sound of fist hitting fist, the air seemed to explode.
Qiu Hu felt a numbness in his arm, the shock almost causing him to stumble back a step. He was secretly alarmed: "Damn, this kid's punch is really heavy. It seems his skill is no less than mine. Hmph, only a stupid ox would try to outdo me in strength. This kid is young, his fighting experience is definitely not as good as mine. Let's see how I beat him to a pulp."
Qiu Hu thought this to himself, but his hands didn't slow down. "Bang, bang, bang!" Three consecutive punches aimed straight for his opponent's left chest.
Don't underestimate these three punches; they were Qiu Hu's signature move, renowned within the Eight Evils Sect—the Deadly Triple Strike.
The Deadly Triple Strike was an internal martial arts technique of the Eight Evils Sect, practiced only by those with mastered internal strength. It emphasized using intention to guide qi, using qi to propel force, and integrating physical strength to unleash three punches, each more powerful than the last.
Qiu Hu had practiced this move for over ten years, making it second nature to him, so he was brimming with confidence as he threw these three punches.
"Such fast punches!" My expression hardened, my face turning grave. With my current agility, I had no chance to dodge and could only take the hit head-on.
I protected my chest with both hands, and as the three punches came in quick succession, my arms were nearly broken by Qiu Hu's blows.
These three punches were like rising tides, each one heavier than the last. Even with my internal energy protecting my arms, I couldn't withstand their power. Wave after wave of hidden force surged forth, forcing me to retreat several steps.
"How can your punches be so strong?" I grimaced.
Qiu Hu retracted his fists, slowly returning to his normal position with each breath.
He adopted a defensive stance, as if scooping water from his hands to wash his face, and said disdainfully, "Kid, it's not that deep skill or martial arts makes you strong. Even if you've reached the realm of hidden force, with my peak Ming force strength combined with the profound techniques of my sect, I can still resist you." "Peak Ming force
? The realm of hidden force? What are those? Are they the modern martial arts strength classifications?" I had no interest in his boastful words, but I was very interested in his mention of Ming and hidden force.
"Ignorant boy. The modern martial arts world divides strength into three levels. The first level focuses on training the skin, bones, and tendons, collectively known as the Ming Jin stage. After mastering this stage, one can transform all excess fat into muscle, controlling the skin, bones, tendons, and flesh at will, mobilizing every bit of power within the body to concentrate into a single force, resulting in a punch with over 500 jin of power.
"Mastering Ming Jin unlocks the body's ultimate potential. However, without understanding the methods of breathing exercises and cultivating internal energy, even with immense strength, stamina and endurance cannot be sustained, and overtraining can leave hidden injuries. In adulthood, one's vital energy will be depleted. Therefore, it is essential to supplement with breathing exercises to cultivate internal strength and strengthen vital energy; this is the true path of martial arts.
"Those who combine breathing exercises with the cultivation of Ming Jin, upon mastering this stage, can deliver a full-force punch with the force of a thousand jin, and longevity is assured. "
Only those with profound skill and strong comprehension after mastering Ming Jin can potentially enter the second level—An Jin." "
The power of a hidden force punch exceeds one thousand jin, but without mastering advanced fighting techniques, it's normal to be unable to defeat someone with visible force.
For example, I, whose strength is only at the peak of visible force, could easily crush you, who is at the initial stage of hidden force, hahaha…" Qiu Hu laughed wildly.
"The outcome is not yet decided, you're laughing too soon, aren't you? Besides, you haven't mentioned the third level yet."
"Only after decades to hundreds of years of arduous internal energy training can one break through the peak of hidden force and enter the realm of transformation force, where the power of a punch can reach two thousand jin, and the lifespan can reach two hundred years. Calling a transformation force expert a 'land immortal' wouldn't be an exaggeration."
"Two hundred years old? How can a person live that long?"
"Boy, you are truly ignorant. Let me tell you, the Nine-Star Elder of my Eight Evils Sect is a transformation force expert, and he is over one hundred and eighty years old this year."
"What?" "I was stunned. To live to be 180 years old? What does that even mean? If I did the math, wouldn't that nine-star elder of the Eight Evils Sect have been born during the Qing Dynasty?
"Haha, scared, aren't you, kid?"
Qiu Hu said smugly. "If you're scared, then admit defeat now. The Eight Evils Sect is not someone you can afford to mess with."
"Scared?" I laughed loudly. "Since my parents died, I, Xu Zixing, have never been afraid of anything. Old man, take this!"
I stepped forward, spread my wings, and my palms moved like flowing shadows. Behold my strongest mastery—Crane Wing Strike!
I struck out with both palms, and the sky was filled with palm shadows. The afterimages of my palms were like the wings of a crane, elusive and unpredictable.
"Not good, what a strange palm technique." Qiu Hu's eyes widened like copper coins. He didn't have time to think. He used his movement technique to dodge and retreat seven or eight steps. Even so, he couldn't escape my attack range. "Bang, bang, bang!" A series of muffled sounds of flesh hitting flesh. He was hit by my palms five or six times.
Qiu Hu groaned and vomited a mouthful of blood.
"What kind of palm technique is this?"
"Hmph, learning other people's techniques is ultimately inferior. This is a palm technique I comprehended and created myself, called 'Crane Wing Strike.'"
"Good lad, a martial arts genius rarely seen in a century. For a martial arts genius to die under my strongest move isn't a waste of my decades of experience."
Qiu Hu's face was ashen. He knew he had truly met a formidable opponent and could no longer conceal his strength, deciding to fight with all his might. He formed tiger claws with both hands, his body arching like a cheetah poised to pounce. He mobilized every muscle in his body, his inner energy surging in his dantian, and suddenly unleashed a torrent of energy—hit!
"Eight Evil Fists, Tiger and Leopard Dual Forms!"
Qiu Hu's movements were swift, his power fierce and intense. He was like a tiger or leopard hunting its prey, his aura ruthless and vicious. Tiger and Leopard
Dual Forms? Tiger Fist is fierce, Leopard Fist is ferocious, combining strength and power, inherently mutually exclusive. Yet, he has perfectly blended the ferocity of Tiger Fist with the ferocity of Leopard Fist, merging them into one, increasing their power several times over—impressive!
Without time to think, I raised my arms, exerted force from my lower body, and leaped into the air. My right leg, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, kicked towards his fists.
Crane Kick Strike!
In an instant, the two collided, a muffled thud. The powerful recoil sent me flying through the air; Qiu Hu retreated rapidly, leaving deep craters in the ground.
Just as Qiu Hu was staggering, he suddenly felt a darkness above him. Looking up, he saw a figure swooping down like a ghost, arms outstretched like a roc spreading its wings, body spinning rapidly, like a giant drill, striking down on his head.
Before Qiu Hu's eyes... he felt a... A piercing pain shot through him, and he was thrown to the ground.
"What kind of move is that?" Qiu Hu coughed up blood, his eyes fixed on my figure.
I panted heavily, a harmless smile on my face: "Just now, during that head-on clash, I was sent flying through the air, and a thought flashed through my mind; Flash! - You can fuse Tiger Fist and Leopard Fist into one, perfectly natural, so why can't I combine Crane Wing Strike and Crane Kick Strike into one, creating an even more powerful move? As for the name, let's call it 'Crane Drill Strike'."
"Genius! Genius!" Qiu Hu coughed up blood.
"To lose to a genius like you, I, Qiu Hu, have lost with great honor."
"I'm not a genius, just learning as I go." After saying that, I didn't even look at Qiu Hu, and walked straight towards Wei Wan. Wei Wan had been knocked unconscious by Qiu Hu before I arrived. I helped her up and held her against my chest, pressing on her lower abdomen and channeling some internal energy into her.
Wei Wan groaned, her eyelids fluttered, and she woke up.
"Don't worry, you're safe now," I gently comforted her.
Wei Wan opened her lifeless eyes, filled with confusion, seemingly unaware of what had happened.
She stared at me for a moment, then suddenly cried out in fear, "Don't hit me, don't hit me! I'll give you a blowjob..." She grabbed my belt.
"What are you doing?" I exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Wei Wan's hand.
But Wei Wan seemed to have lost her mind, desperately trying to undo my belt, incoherently shouting,
"I'm doing it so well... let me do it... I want to give you a blowjob... you'll feel good..."
What was going on?
Thinking of her pitiful past, a thought suddenly popped into my head.
Wei Wan had been treated as a sex slave by the Zhang brothers for a full ten years, suffering countless acts of sexual abuse. For a frail woman to have endured this long was extraordinary. After ten years of torment, her mind was already broken. A sudden provocation could easily cause her to lose her mind and act irrationally.
Today, Wei Wan was kidnapped by Qiu Hu and his men, suffering torture along the way. Her mind was likely already broken, and she was involuntarily recalling the Zhang brothers' torment. To avoid further suffering, she subconsciously wanted to satisfy the men's sexual desires and avoid being beaten.
No way, my dear aunt, this isn't the time for this! I wailed inwardly. If it were any other time or place, I would gladly accept it, but not now.
I grabbed Wei Wan's hand to stop her from moving, but her struggles were surprisingly strong. I had previously used "Crane Drill Strike"
to severely injure Qiu Hu, but in reality, my inner strength was exhausted, and I was completely worn out. Subduing her was indeed quite difficult.
Helpless, I raised my hand, preparing to knock Wei Wan unconscious…
“Don’t move, or I’ll kill you, cough cough cough…” the heavily injured Qiu Hu suddenly spoke.
Instantly, the hairs on my body stood on end; this was a warning sign of danger.
I turned my head and saw Qiu Hu holding a pistol pointed at me, the black muzzle radiating a chilling murderous aura.
Huh? Why does this gun look so familiar? I touched my side…
“Don’t touch it, cough cough, I knew I was no match for you, so I grabbed your pistol the moment you hit my penis… cough cough, you’re still too green to fight me.” Qiu Hu coughed up blood while laughing wildly.
I didn’t dare to move. (3) “Oh, is this woman crazy, or what?” Qiu Hu looked at Wei Wan and me with amusement.
"Heh, I never thought I'd be able to enjoy watching live porn, not bad, not bad, cough cough cough..."
I stared intently at Qiu Hu and said coldly, "Qiu Hu, show mercy when you can, I can let you go."
"Let me go?" Qiu Hu laughed sadly, "That Crane Drill Strike shattered all my internal organs, I'm a complete dead man now! But even if I die, I'll take you down with me. Hehe, before I die, I'll let you have a good time! Don't move, let that woman pull it off."
I was filled with resentment, but now I was at Qiu Hu's mercy, and could only remain motionless.
Wei Wan looked like a madwoman, ignoring my conversation with Qiu Hu. She knelt between my legs, impatiently unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my knees, then ripping off my underwear. A thick, hard penis suddenly sprang out and hit her beautiful cheek.
What to do? I pondered to myself. After a while, my heart calmed down.
I need to recover some of my strength to have a chance to turn the tables. The union of Yin and Yang is the fastest way to recover strength
using the Joyful Art. Anyway, neither Wei Wan nor I are saints, so we can't worry about that. After my penis hit her pretty face, Wei Wan was startled at first, then gave me a coquettish glare. She used her delicate fingers to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then held my penis with one hand and gently massaged her vulva with the other, her tongue licking along the shaft.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Qiu Hu's eyes blazed with desire; he wished he could replace me. Unfortunately, he was critically injured and on the verge of death; apart from his right hand holding the gun, he couldn't control the rest of his body.
Wei Wan was a beautiful woman. Over ten years of sexual abuse had made her body so voluptuous it seemed to drip with moisture. Even with her clothes disheveled and her mind clouded, her beauty and womanly charm were undeniable.
Wei Wan's soft little tongue licked my penis inch by inch, her full red lips occasionally sucking on the foreskin, sliding over the bulging veins.
Wei Wan's thighs pressed together involuntarily rubbed together, as if the desire within her was also aroused.
Wei Wan's light, fleeting movements ignited all my lust. I grabbed her messy hair, pressed her head down, aimed at my already erect penis, and forcefully thrust it into her small mouth.
"Ugh..." The sudden movement startled Wei Wan, and the penis inserted into her throat made her feel nauseous. Seeing her extreme pain, I softened and let go.
Wei Wan slowly spat out my penis, her two small hands grasping the hot, thick penis, and lowered her head to suck on the purplish-red glans that emitted a pungent smell, making smacking noises.
Wei Wan's cherry-red lips tightly gripped my penis, her sexy little mouth enveloping most of its shaft. Her nimble little tongue slid around the glans, occasionally licking the urethral opening that oozed fluid, swirling the tip of her tongue around it. The licking was extremely lewd and wanton, making me gasp for breath in pleasure.
Just as I was enjoying myself, the beautiful young woman suddenly stopped.
Qiu Hu cried out, "Don't stop, don't stop..."
I saw Wei Wan reach out and unbutton her tattered nightgown, revealing her breasts clad in a pale red bra. Then she unhooked the front of her sexy bra, and with a thud, a pair of full, plump breasts sprang out.
Wei Wan's breasts were white and large, almost comparable to those of foreign women, but her skin was so smooth and delicate, unlike the large pores of foreign women. After the bra was unhooked, a natural, sweet scent wafted from between her trembling breasts.
"What is she planning to do now?" This thought popped into my head.
"Could it be that she wants to..." My heart pounded wildly; that was my favorite move.
Sure enough, Wei Wan pressed her body against mine, her small hands cupping her full, soft breasts, using her fragrant flesh to clamp down on my monstrous penis, thrusting her slender waist up and down.
Watching my thick, long penis roll in the white waves of flesh, I felt even more exhilarated.
Amidst the undulating breasts, besides the snow-white flesh and the thick penis, two deep red nipples rolled with the waves.
The nipples were adorable and tempting; I swallowed hard, unable to resist reaching out to pinch them… “Ah—” Wei Wan shuddered, a melodious moan escaping her throat, her slender waist twisting even more joyfully.
Perhaps because the stimulation had been too intense, Wei Wan's chest was instantly covered in fine beads of sweat. My penis, sandwiched between her soft, fragrant breasts, felt no resistance whatsoever. The smooth skin wasn't as moist and tight as her vaginal opening, but rather smooth and tender, offering a unique and delightful sensation when manipulated.
So good! Wei Wan not only used her breasts to tease me, but also occasionally touched my sensitive glans with the tip of her small tongue. A few drops of fragrant fluid slowly dripped from her mouth, mixing with the sweat between her breasts, washing my thick, long penis until it glistened. Wrapped in her soft, sticky flesh, it felt like being sandwiched in warm tofu.
"Damn, you're having a good time, kid," Qiu Hu's excitement grew. "
Now it's your turn, Xu Zixing. I order you to lick her pussy."
"What?" I was stunned.
"Go to hell, I won't lick it." My chauvinistic nature was extremely strong; to ask me to lick a woman's pussy was too much of a blow to my pride.
"I just want to see what it's like for a martial arts genius to lick a woman's pussy. You won't lick it? I'll blow you up!" Qiu Hu brandished his gun, threateningly.
Originally, I would rather die than comply, but as soon as Wei Wan heard "lick pussy," she actually offered her lower body. I hardened my heart: Fine, I'll lick it then. Once my strength recovers, I'll kill that despicable Qiu Hu to vent my anger.
I pushed Wei Wan to the ground, ripped off her pants, and her rosy vulva and swollen clitoris came into view. Desperate, I reached out my finger…
“Ah…ah…Master…no…” Wei Wan kept turning her head, her beautiful face flushed with desire, her disheveled hair clinging to her wet cheeks, adding to her allure. Her breasts, now free, swayed with her movements, creating dazzling waves.
Wei Wan placed her hands on my head, her fingers running through my hair, unconsciously kneading it. Her long, slender legs rested on my shoulders, her shapely calves nestled behind my head.
I pressed my tongue against Wei Wan's full vulva, using the tip to peel back the bright red flesh like a small abalone, and inserted my rough tongue into Wei Wan's most intimate opening, licking back and forth, teasing the layers of twisted flesh on both sides, causing it to continuously flow with a slightly sour liquid.
The man's large tongue stirring her most delicate and sensitive little hole made Wei Wan tremble all over, shaking her head frantically, begging for mercy with wanton cries: "Oh... Master... It itches... Do me... I want it..." She gripped my head tightly with both hands, and stomped down with both feet, wanting me to penetrate her body even deeper.
My two large hands simultaneously reached for Wei Wan's breasts, gripping her violently shaking breasts tightly. Her breasts were large and firm, full of boundless elasticity; with a squeeze, the smooth flesh bounced outwards, every inch of flesh pressing against my rough hands, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Wei Wan's breasts were kneaded into various shapes by me, the two deep red nipples, engorged with blood, turning a deep red, as I...
With a firm press of his two thumbs, two electric currents traveled from his nipples throughout his body. Wei Wan opened her hazy eyes and cried out softly, "Ah...don't pinch..." Although her firm breasts were being kneaded and her wet, hot vulva was being sucked, the deepest part of her beautiful vulva was still unnoticed. That deepest desire was still fermenting, causing Wei Wan's vulva to twitch in waves, yearning to be conquered by my thick, long penis.
Chapter 5
Suddenly, the beautiful young woman Wei Wan rolled over and straddled me. She stared straight at my penis with hazy eyes, her expression full of longing. It was a twisting, reddish-black penis, about five inches long (approximately sixteen centimeters). Several blue veins were wrapped around the dark shaft, like small dragons coiling around it. The purplish-red glans was like a magnificent crown, dominating the world.
Wei Wan stretched out her hands and grasped the hot shaft, feeling the throbbing vitality in her palms. The long penis seemed like a living, ancient divine object, making the beautiful woman dizzy and mesmerized.
With a "smack," I slapped Wei Wan's beautiful buttocks, the heavy blow causing her both pain and pleasure.
"You little slut, are you staring like a fool? Hurry up and sit on me!"
Wei Wan bit her lower lip, straddling my sides, brazenly displaying her red, fleshy vulva amidst the thick pubic hair.
Wei Wan's expression was one of madness; she used her slender white fingers to spread open her full vulva, revealing the pink flesh inside. The entrance to her vulva was covered in glistening love juice, which shimmered under a ray of sunlight filtering through the leaves.
"Fuck her, fuck her..." Qiu Hu's face flushed red. I glanced at him and sneered inwardly: This old bastard is about to die, and he still wants to watch porn; he's like an old man hanging himself, tired of living.
Without giving me a chance to think, Wei Wan had already grasped my scalding hot penis with her other hand, aimed it at her wide-open vagina, and suddenly lowered her body, sucking my huge glans into her with all her might. The thick glans forced open her delicate petals, and the instant stimulation made Wei Wan's legs go numb. With a shudder, my penis pierced in quite a bit.
Wei Wan cried out, "Oh...so deep..." My hard penis forcefully stretched open her narrow vagina, the scorching heat burning her slender passage. She didn't dare to take it all in immediately, twisting her waist in a half-squatting position, tilting her head back to feel the pleasure in her lower body.
So tight, no wonder the Zhang brothers are so reluctant to let go of this woman. I thought to myself: Haha, Zhang Tiansen, Zhang Tianlin, you never expected this, did you? I'm fucking your woman. Although a portion of my penis was already inserted into her tight vagina, my thick penis had only gone in less than a third. How could I be satisfied after enduring so much? Moreover, this slut was still spinning around on top of me, and the tingling sensation on my glans was unbearable.
My strong arms suddenly grabbed Wei Wan's firm, round buttocks and pulled down hard... So tight, so hot, so pleasurable! Layers of soft flesh immediately enveloped her, and the beautiful woman's tight vagina stuck to every inch of my thick penis.
Since practicing the Joyful Technique, my penis has grown from its normal length to its current five inches. Although I can make Yu Feng and the others pound to their deaths every time, it often doesn't penetrate all the way in, leaving me feeling like the pleasure isn't quite complete. I never expected Wei Wan to have such a thin and long vaginal canal, probably thanks to the Zhang brothers' development, which is perfect for me to take advantage of.
"Ah..." Suddenly, my thick penis, fully inserted, hit Wei Wan's most delicate and sensitive clitoris, instantly sending her to a climax. Her whole body trembled, and her vagina gushed out a large amount of fluid.
Wei Wan knelt on the muddy ground covered with withered leaves, her legs numb. Her delicate fingers, like budding cardamom, pressed against my strong, muscular chest. Her eyes were half-closed, and all her senses were focused on the thick, hard penis that was inside her. It felt as if her entire body was being filled by it, and every inch of its shape was clearly visible in her mind.
"Ah... Master... Wannu... at your service..." Wei Wan groaned, her flat, soft waist and abdomen beginning to slowly twist, her upper body rising and falling with it. With her movements, the slightly calm, lustful flesh inside her began to writhe again, as if countless cherry lips were sucking on my penis. At this moment, she was extremely proactive, completely different from her usual self. Although she was now as wanton as a bitch, her blank, lifeless eyes revealed a deep sorrow.
I lay comfortably on the ground, watching the beautiful young woman on top of me move rhythmically up and down. Some white fluid spilled onto the withered leaves, her disheveled hair flew in the air, her delicate head twisted restlessly from side to side, sweat dripped from her temples, down her smooth neck, past her sexy collarbone, some flowing over her deep cleavage, the rolling beads of sweat all the way to her flat stomach, gathering at her concave navel, and then flowing into her damp, dark pubic hair.
Watching this incredibly sensual scene before me, my dantian suddenly heated up, wisps of true qi rose from our point of union, slowly surging into my dantian, and a long-lost power surged forth—the Great Joy Technique began to operate!
The union of yin and yang is indeed the true essence of cultivating the Great Joy Technique. With Wei Wan's up-and-down movements, wisps of true qi arose at our point of union; this is precisely what martial arts call "refining essence into qi." I silently absorbed this hard-won true energy, carefully following the cultivation path of the Great Law. After circulating it through one small cycle, the true energy entered my dantian, gradually restoring my strength. The deep fatigue from using "Crane Drill Strike" was rapidly fading.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, silently thinking: Qiu Hu, your death is near. But I laughed and cursed aloud: "Little slut, as expected of a married woman, your lust is truly extraordinary." After saying that, I slapped Wei Wan's snow-white buttocks.
"Ah... Master..." the beautiful woman cried out softly. The pain in her buttocks made her vagina even itchier. She was covered in fragrant sweat, and her panting became more clearly audible with her moans. With her amazing flexibility, she swayed her slender waist like a snake, her firm buttocks rotating and twisting on my penis.
"So good, the Zhang brothers have trained you well." On a whim, I raised my hand and slapped Wei Wan's elastic buttocks, feeling the amazing elasticity under my palm.
At this moment, the true energy circulating within my body suddenly stagnated. This was a sign of insufficient essence during the process of refining essence into qi. If I didn't speed up the process quickly, the generation of true energy would be interrupted. Once interrupted, my long-planned comeback would be aborted, and I feared that both Wei Wan and I would perish. But I couldn't worry about that now. I grabbed Wei Wan's waist with both hands and forcefully flipped her over, pressing her beneath me.
The beautiful woman, who was trying to feel the pleasure of the thick penis entering and exiting, was confused and at a loss due to the sudden change in the situation. The penis inserted into her vagina suddenly began to thrust rapidly, as if trying to penetrate her body. Each thrust hit her clitoris, and the impact was far greater than when she was moving herself.
Wei Wan cried out in a wanton voice, "I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... Master... Master, you're killing me..."
Hearing the wanton cries of the beautiful woman beneath me, my masculine pride was completely satisfied. My firm abs slapped against the woman's sexy body, and every fold of her vagina spasmed incessantly, squeezing my penis.
"Yes, that's it, that's it... Fuck her... Fuck her..." Qiu Hu's eyes gleamed, and he was so excited that he was incoherent, his right hand holding the gun shaking violently.
I saw Qiu Hu's behavior and fucked the beauty beneath me even harder: "You cunt, is it good?"
"Ah...so good...my pussy feels so good...ah...I can't take it anymore..." Wei Wan opened her small mouth, like
a fish about to suffocate, struggling to inhale air. Her pair of white breasts, along with her delicate nipples, shook violently, and her two long, beautiful legs tightly wrapped around my lower back.
"I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death!" I shouted loudly, beginning my final sprint.
"Ah...fuck me to death...fuck me...ah ah...fuck me to death..." Wei Wan cried out and screamed, finally her whole body shuddered, her alluring thighs clamped tightly around my back, all the spasming flesh in her pussy contracted at once, her entire flower path twisting as if trying to break off the invading penis.
"Shoot her to death, shoot her to death!" Qiu Hu was like a madman, having long forgotten the dangerous situation, his mind filled with oblivious erotic images.
My large hands gripped Wei Wan's firm breasts tightly, my penis pressed firmly against the deepest part of her uterus. A soft mass inside desperately sucked at the thick glans. Her uterus gushed forth a large amount of fluid, drenching my penis. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back as thick, white semen sprayed into the deepest part of her uterus.
Instantly, the semen we ejaculated, upon contact with the Joyful True Qi, was frantically absorbed by it, like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, instantly vaporizing and merging the ejaculated semen into one.
My dantian felt like a drum thundering, yet my exterior remained calm and unperturbed.
"Whoosh!" A pebble shot through the air, striking Qiu Hu precisely between the eyebrows.
Qiu Hu screamed, his body jolted, and finally returned to calm, the gun slipping from his hand.
Seconds ago, Wei Wan and I had our semen refined, and a large amount of true energy surged into my dantian. At that time, Qiu Hu was completely absorbed in the pleasure of watching the lewd scene and didn't notice me secretly picking up a pebble and holding it between my fingers.
Although my power had only recovered to ten percent, that was enough to kill Qiu Hu.
With a "pop," I pulled my penis out of Wei Wan's body like pulling a radish. She fainted from excitement, her whole body flushed from the orgasm.
I dusted off my hands, stood up easily, and felt full of power. The Joyful Technique is truly a divine skill!
"Ugh, what should I do? How am I supposed to explain when she wakes up?" I scratched my head, picked up my pistol, and stared at Wei Wan lying naked on the ground, feeling a headache coming on.
"Fatty, any news?" Zhang Tiansen stood in the spacious and luxurious living room, anxiously asking while holding his mobile phone.
"Sen... Brother Sen, not yet." On the other end of the phone, Fatty Wei was drenched in sweat.
"Where's Qiu Hu? Qiu Hu hasn't arrived yet?" Zhang Tiansen felt things were spiraling out of control, but he still wasn't giving up. He trusted Qiu Hu's abilities; after all, he was a disciple of the Eight Evils
Sect. "Uh, no." Fatty Wei was also puzzled. Although he hadn't personally witnessed Qiu Hu's actions, this man was incredibly powerful, with connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles of Chunshui County. Even Zhang Tiansen treated him with respect.
"Are you sure?" Zhang Tiansen was still unconvinced.
"Really, Brother Sen, he hasn't come back yet."
"It's over!" The mobile phone in his hand shattered on the ground, and Zhang Tiansen was completely dumbfounded.
"Hello? Hello? Hello?" The call was disconnected. Fatty Wei was anxious and dialed several times, but no one answered. He had a feeling that he had messed up today.
Qiu Hu went to kidnap someone and hadn't returned yet, nor had Zhao Xiaolong and his group. And most importantly, they couldn't be reached by cell phone; no one answered.
What was going on? Fatty Wei couldn't help but imagine the worst-case scenario. The thought had barely crossed his mind when the sheer size of his body sent a shiver down his spine.
"Oh no!" Fatty Wei yelled, leaping up and rushing out of Hero's Manor. He sped home, driving at breakneck speed—a testament to his weight, yet he managed such a powerful movement.
"Why are you back so soon? Have you taken care of my brother's business?" Fatty Wei's wife, Zhang Xihua, was comfortably sunbathing in a sun lounger, a snow-white face mask on her face. Fatty Wei was
instantly enraged. He rushed over, ripped off Zhang Xihua's mask, and threw it on the ground. "You're in a real bind, and you still have time to worry about your old face?"
Zhang Xihua had been married to Fatty Wei for twenty years. Relying on her powerful brother, she was the only one who had ever vented her anger on him. She had never been treated like this before, being treated with such disrespect by him.
Zhang Xihua was instantly enraged. Ignoring her image as the town mayor's wife, she lunged at Wei Pangzi, her claws outstretched, ready to tear his face apart. She yelled in a shrill voice, "You've gone too far, you fat bastard! If it weren't for my protection, could you have risen from a lowly clerk to the position of town mayor? I'll tear you apart!"
Before she could finish speaking, a large slap came crashing down on her face.
"You bitch, I've tolerated you for ten years! I've wanted to slap you for twenty years, and it's not too late!
Let me tell you the truth, your brother Zhang Tiansen is about to be finished. He'll see!" Wei Pangzi said, his face contorted with rage.
Zhang Xihua, furious and about to fight back, felt her heart skip a beat upon hearing his words. Ignoring the five-finger mark on her face, she grabbed her husband and asked urgently, "What did you say? Did that thing fail?"
"What do you think?" Wei Pangzi disgustedly shook off Zhang Xihua's hand and walked straight into the house.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Xihua asked, bewildered.
"What else can we do? Pack up and run!" Wei Pangzi roared from inside the house.
Hearing this, Zhang Xihua, remembering the heinous crimes her husband and brother had committed, felt a chill run down her spine despite the sweltering heat. She rushed inside to help her husband pack their valuables. As
they frantically packed their belongings, about to flee, Zhang Xihua suddenly remembered her daughter studying in another city:
"What about Nini?" Nini was their daughter, Wei Keni, who attended the same university as Li Hongxing.
"We'll go pick her up now. The whole family must go together." Wei Pangzi doted on his daughter; even if it meant fleeing to escape punishment, he wanted to take her with him. Although these days it was said that one's entire family could escape punishment, he feared his daughter would suffer if he left her alone.
Relieved, Zhang Xihua and her husband got into their car and hurriedly drove out of Chunshui Town.
Wei Pangzi fled with his wife, and Zhang Tiansen wasn't idle either. He forcibly took his estranged wife and daughter away, along with several of his mistresses. These women, fearing being implicated, voluntarily fled with Zhang Tiansen.
Zhang Tiansen's escape had a significant impact on the officialdom of Chunshui City. Not to mention those further afield, Zhang Tianguang and Zhang Tianlin, detained at the Chunshui Town Police Station, were incredibly unlucky. In desperation, they finally confessed. Zhang Tianlin also confessed to all sorts of heinous crimes Zhang Tiansen had committed over the years: buying and selling official positions, raping women, adultery, embezzling public funds… all capital offenses.
Subsequently, the city sent two special task forces, one to investigate Zhang Tianguang's espionage case and the other to investigate Zhang Tiansen's crimes. Chunshui Town suddenly became the center of a storm in Chunshui City. These two cases were extremely complex and difficult to resolve quickly, but the rewards for those who contributed to the investigation and the punishment of Zhang Tiansen's faction of corrupt officials were announced ahead of schedule.
Too many officials in the county were implicated and dismissed due to Zhang Tiansen's actions, creating numerous vacant positions.
First, there was Fan Wei, who received the greatest credit and was specially commended by the Provincial Public Security Bureau, promoted to Deputy Director of the Chunshui County Police Bureau, in charge of criminal investigations—his position instantly became second only to the highest-ranking official. Next was Zhao Hongxian, who assisted in solving the case and, due to his outstanding work performance, was promoted to Deputy Director of the County Tax Bureau—another significant promotion.
Wei Wan and I were each rewarded with 90,000 yuan for providing crucial intelligence and for helping to apprehend the criminals.
I'll get 90,000 yuan for bringing down Zhang Tiansen, and my godfather and Fan Wei's revenge will finally be over. My career will also take off because of Zhang Tianguang's imprisonment. If things go well, the large-scale planting base that Zhang Tianguang invested in will most likely end up in my pocket.
Tonight, my godfather has specially prepared a celebration banquet at home and invited Fan Wei and me to attend.
"Old Zhao, Old Fan and Zixing are here." My godmother called out happily towards the kitchen when she saw Fan Wei and me arrive, where the lively sounds of stir-frying were coming from.
"Oh, Old Zhao, you're cooking yourself today? The tax bureau chief is cooking for us personally, we're so honored."
Fan Wei walked into the kitchen with a smile and teased my godfather who was busy cooking.
"Haha, as long as Zhang Tiansen falls, I'd be a chef for life, let alone cook for two great heroes." My godfather replied happily.
"Look at you two talking, Zixing, let's ignore them."
My godmother rolled her eyes at them and pulled me down to sit. "Why didn't Yufeng and the others come?"
"Siya's school has had a lot more students lately, and it's also the time to plant new vegetables in the greenhouses. Yufeng is leading the workers to plant the seedlings, so they haven't had time to come," I said with a smile.
My godmother seemed a little regretful. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Tomorrow I'm going to the county with Lao Zhao. He's a new official, so he'll definitely be very busy. I'm afraid he won't be back for a month or two."
"Godmother, do you miss Yufeng and the others?"
"Yes, it's been a long time since I've seen them. I miss them terribly."
Due to health reasons, my godmother has no children and is usually quite lonely. Since she adopted me as her godson, she has gotten along very well with Yufeng and Siya, and they are extremely close.
I patted my godmother's warm little hand and said, "Godmother, don't worry, after this busy period, I'll bring them to the county to see you."
"Really?" Seeing me nod, my godmother poked my forehead with her finger and said, "You said it, if you don't come to see me, I'll castrate you!"
"Cough cough." I coughed twice, pretending to cough. I thought to myself: What's wrong with my godmother today? Why is she speaking so boldly?
Hearing my cough, my godmother realized she had said something wrong. Although we were close, the word "castrate" shouldn't be said lightly. In her nervousness, her face turned red.
My godmother is truly a great beauty. Perhaps she was happy today; she had specially worn a new outfit. She wore a white, tight-fitting women's blouse, her high, full breasts almost bursting out of it. She wore blue jeans that made her legs appear even longer, and exquisite black suede high heels, exuding both elegance and allure. Her blushing face, flushed with shyness, radiated a soft, seductive glow under the light, and her black, gem-like eyes seemed veiled in mist, radiating an astonishing charm and captivating beauty.
My godmother and I sat very close; her breasts were almost in front of me. I dared not look too closely, and instead gazed at her neck. Up close, I realized her skin was incredibly well-maintained—smooth, fair, and with a subtle, flowing sheen.
Was she really a woman in her thirties? Even an eighteen-year-old girl couldn't compare to her skin. Could it be because she was a virgin? The thought of "virgin" made my heart itch.
Come to think of it, apart from Song Siya, all the women I'd been with were not virgins. Unfortunately, I was drunk when I took Song Siya's virginity, so I never truly experienced the pleasure of a virgin. It's a real regret in my life.
Ugh, what am I thinking? How could I have such thoughts about my godmother? Stop it!
Just as my godmother and I were in this awkward situation, my godfather's voice came: "Li Jie, come help serve the dishes."
My godmother quickly responded, a sigh of relief, and left.
Once the food and drinks were served, everyone sat down. My godfather raised a full glass: "Come on, let's celebrate Zhang Tiansen's downfall! Our revenge is complete!"
"Cheers!"
Everyone tilted their heads back and downed their drinks.
After my godmother finished her drink, a blush rose on her face, making her even more beautiful and charming.
Amidst the clinking of glasses, the conversation turned to business.
"Godfather, Uncle Fan, with Zhang Tiansen and his gang out of power, Chunshui County is yours now,"
I congratulated them.
"You brat, your godfather and I haven't even taken office yet," Fan Wei said modestly, but his tone betrayed his smugness.
His godfather looked at me and then at Fan Wei, frowning. "You two...sigh..." He shook his head, sighing repeatedly.
"Godfather, why are you sighing? Isn't a promotion a good thing?" I asked, surprised.
His godfather drank a glass of wine and slowly said, "A promotion is certainly a good thing, but saying Chunshui County is our territory is still far from certain." Then he added, "Although Zhang Tiansen has fallen, his backers haven't wavered in the slightest."
"Mayor Shen Wanli?"
"Zhang Tiansen is Shen Wanli's nephew. His nephew committed so many serious crimes, and Shen Wanli bears no responsibility whatsoever?"
I wondered. If a nephew is so greedy and lustful, what about his uncle, the mayor of a city?
“Zixing, you’re still making assumptions,” my godfather said earnestly. “For an official like Shen Wanli, money and women can no longer sway his desire for power. Shen Wanli’s family is unfortunate to have produced such a spendthrift son, but he himself is incorruptible and has a good reputation for governance. Zhang Tiansen’s troubles are merely a matter of reputation for Shen Wanli; a small loss that won’t shake his foundation.”
I felt depressed. I thought: What my godfather, Uncle Fan, and I did has thoroughly offended Shen Wanli. Whether in business or politics, he definitely won’t let us off easy in the future.
“Hehe, Zixing, don’t worry too much. The three of us just need to hold onto Zhu Qian as our backer,”
Fan Wei said easily.
“I heard Zhu Qian is going to be promoted to the city police station?”
“Of course, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. As long as she makes a contribution, it’ll be hard not to get promoted.”
“Sigh, having connections in high places makes it easier to get promoted.” Thinking of Zhu Qian’s powerful family background, I couldn’t help but sigh.
“By the way, Zhang Tianguang’s plantation base is only half-built. I was thinking…”
Before I could finish, my godfather interrupted, “Forget about that plantation base. Although taking over it would be quite profitable, Zhang Tianguang’s case will definitely be thoroughly investigated. The base won’t be unsealed for at least a year or two. Even if the case is closed in the future, who wouldn’t want to take advantage of this huge opportunity? By then, all sorts of shady characters will be jumping out, and countless people will be eyeing this base.”
Hearing my godfather’s words, my face fell. “I was hoping to take advantage of this and expand my greenhouse business.” "
Fan Wei laughed heartily: "You brat, what's there to be upset about? I'm the one who's upset! That bastard Zhang Tiansen got away for nothing, and I haven't even gotten my revenge on your godfather for over a decade."
Mentioning this, I perked up again and asked, "I heard Zhang Tiansen ran away with his whole family, even taking several of his mistresses. With so many people running together, he'd be an obvious target. How did he get away? Could it be Shen Wanli's doing?"
My godfather pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't think it's possible. Knowing Shen Wanli's personality, I'm afraid he'd betray his own family for the greater good."
"Thinking about it, that makes sense," I said helplessly, feeling resentful.
Zhang Tiansen's wife, Zhao Ruyun, and daughter, Zhang Lijie, are both stunning beauties. I had hoped to have a chance to sleep with both mother and daughter, but I never imagined Zhang Tiansen would take his whole family with him. It seems hopeless.
Zhang Tiansen is quite the lecher; he even ran off with his mistresses. I've heard they're all incredibly seductive, truly top-notch in bed. What a pity!"
"Although Zhang Tiansen escaped, his sister's family was caught," Fan Wei suddenly announced, revealing good news.
"Wei the Fatty was caught?" Godfather reacted immediately.
"Yes, it's fortunate they still have some humanity. Before fleeing, the couple went to the Foreign Languages Institute to pick up their daughter, which delayed their flight, and the city police, having received the news, arrested them."
"Hmph, Zhang Tiansen escaped, but his crimes have fallen on his own siblings," Godfather sneered, a chill creeping into his eyes.
Fan Wei also smiled sinisterly.
These people, now in his hands, would be lucky to escape with their lives.
"Come on, let's all have a drink to this good news," I suggested, and everyone raised their glasses
and happily drank. With Zhang Tiansen down, Godfather and Fan Wei getting promoted, and I receiving a windfall, everyone was in high spirits, and the atmosphere at the table was quite lively. Everyone started chatting about the happy things, drinking and eating heartily until the three of us were drunk.
I was still somewhat sober, and I swayed as I stood up to leave. My godmother objected, "What? Don't you have a bed at my house?"
Since she said so, I couldn't refuse. After she settled my godfather and Uncle Fan, she helped me to the guest room.
I originally wanted to sleep with Uncle Fan, but he was drunk and insisted on sleeping with his sworn brother. My godmother was helpless with the drunkard, so she had to let him sleep with my godfather.
I don't usually drink much, but I was very happy today, so I drank a bit more. I wasn't drunk, but I still had a sliver of sobriety, not like last time when I was drunk and forced myself on Siya.
My godmother only drank a few glasses of wine, and she was the most sober of the four. It wasn't that she didn't want to get drunk; she was happier than anyone else about Zhang Tiansen's downfall. After all, what Zhang Tiansen had done to her made her hate him to the core. But if she got drunk, who would take care of the three of us men?
My godmother helped me, and we walked into the guest room, our bodies pressed together. I was quite drunk and fell asleep on the bed. I don't know how much time passed before my mind cleared up. I heard some noise and slowly opened my heavy eyelids.
In the dim light, my godmother was facing me, tidying up the guest room. There was a large puddle of vomit on the floor, which I must have thrown up while I was still half asleep. Perhaps thinking that the three men were asleep, my godmother had changed into some casual home clothes: a pink loose-fitting top and a tight-fitting short skirt. The skirt was so short that it only covered her plump, pert, and alluring buttocks, revealing her long, snow-white legs and fair feet without any covering.
As my godmother worked, she swayed her body, and her high, full breasts bounced up and down, truly captivating.
I looked closely and realized that my godmother wasn't wearing a bra, which explained the large movements of her breasts.
Because the guest room was dimly lit, my godmother didn't notice me peeking at her. Suddenly, she turned to the side while cleaning, inadvertently facing me. From my angle, I could see the glimpse of her exposed skin peeking out from under her wide shirt neckline.
Chapter Six: Godmother, I Need to Pee
. My godmother's slender, smooth shoulders, her long, white neck revealing a deep, alluring cleavage that would tempt any man. Her two tempting nipples were clearly visible through the thin, wide shirt. Combined with her tight, wrinkle-free, ultra-short skirt, her full, rounded buttocks were accentuated, especially her plump genitals, which appeared even more prominent through the tight skirt, leaving me completely mesmerized.
At this moment, my godmother picked up a rag and bent down to wipe the floor. Her mini-skirt immediately became unnecessary, revealing her pink, slightly transparent panties and her plump, white buttocks exposed before me, making my heart pound.
The pink panties were far too small; my godmother's long, slender legs parted slightly, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white, sexy buttocks. Only a narrow strip of fabric covered her bulging, mysterious area, covered by a thick patch of dark pubic hair. A slit in the fabric clearly outlined her entire private parts, extremely conspicuous. I suddenly felt an intense urge to know what my godmother's genitals looked like.
Unconsciously, my penis quietly hardened.
My mind was blank, my soul adrift. When I came to my senses, I regretfully discovered that my godmother had left sometime earlier.
She was gone, but her alluring scent remained. I was instantly consumed by lust; even frantically chanting calming mantras was useless. A wicked thought suddenly arose in my mind. I slowly got up and tiptoed out of the guest room.
A dim light shone from my godmother's half-open bedroom door. I quietly approached her bedroom, about to peek inside.
Suddenly, a thought flashed into my mind. She was my godmother! My godfather treats me like his own son. How could I do such a beastly thing? It's just looking, not actually doing anything, it's not a big deal, right? I comforted myself, and with my lust growing stronger, I couldn't resist peeking inside any longer.
The sight before me sent a surge of desire through me. My godmother was undressing with her back to the door. She gently removed her loose shirt, revealing a smooth, flawless back, though I couldn't see her chest.
Her movements were slow and graceful; she gently unbuttoned her miniskirt, then slowly pulled down the zipper, revealing her round, delicate buttocks, dazzlingly white, paired with her long, alluring legs—it was simply irresistible.
God! This kind of teasing was killing me.
My crotch bulged, my penis tightly constricted inside my pants. My penis was already rather long, and now it was even more uncomfortable.
My godmother gently and elegantly removed her pink panties, and now she had completely won.
Beautiful, so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful! I almost couldn't resist rushing up to hug my godmother's ample bosom, but thankfully a sliver of reason remained, preventing me from doing anything beastly.
My godmother opened the wardrobe and bent down, seemingly searching for something, but my blood was boiling!
As she bent down, in that instant, I clearly saw a tuft of fine hair between her two snow-white buttocks, interspersed with a tiny slit—my godmother's private parts, her
vulva! My God! With immense willpower, I restrained myself from rushing forward, but my heart was filled with utter amazement at my godmother's vulva. So pink, so tender, like a young girl's vulva, truly befitting a virgin in her thirties.
I didn't have much time to admire it; after taking out some clothes, my godmother closed the wardrobe door. Seeing that she seemed about to turn away, I quickly slipped back to the guest room, my heart pounding wildly.
Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, my godmother's stunningly beautiful body was deeply imprinted in my mind, and an extremely strong desire corrupted my heart, making me restless.
So late, why is my godmother changing clothes? What do people do with their clothes after finishing work? Sure enough, the sound of water came in.
My godmother is taking a bath! Such a good opportunity, should I…?
I jumped up immediately, deciding to peek again.
There was a chair by the bathroom door, with some clean clothes on it, just like before. My godmother thought no one would be around so late, so she boldly left the bathroom door ajar, revealing a crack, with misty steam rising in the white light.
I peeked through the crack and saw a naked beauty taking a bath in the hazy light. My godmother happened to turn around, and all her curves were revealed to me.
My pupils contracted sharply, and my breath stopped. I saw a pair of high, full breasts, heavy and firm, trembling with my godmother's movements while bathing.
I saw that my godmother's nipples were the size of rice grains, as small as a young girl's, rosy and incredibly cute. Water flowed down her long, black hair to her breasts, then over her flat, snow-white belly and down her thighs. When the water reached between her thighs, it combed her messy pubic hair into a black curtain, draped over her mons pubis like hair. I stared intently at my godmother's mons pubis, my eyes blazing with desire, longing to touch it myself.
My hand involuntarily slipped inside my pants and began to rub gently, while my eyes were fixed intently on my godmother's voluptuous body. As time passed, the steam in the bathroom grew thicker, making it difficult to see clearly even with my superhuman eyesight.
When my godmother bent down to wash her lower body, I had hoped to once again admire her stunning vulva, but the steam obscured everything. I could only see her small hands rubbing between her legs, and apart from glimpses of pink flesh, I couldn't see anything at all.
What should I do? What should I do? Should I rush in and rape my godmother?
To be honest, I didn't have the guts. My godfather and godmother had treated me well, and I was still a human being; I couldn't be so depraved as to rape my godmother. But perhaps because I had drunk quite a bit, masturbation couldn't quell the pent-up desire within me.
I was afraid of losing control after drinking! Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind, and I quickly stumbled into the guest room.
After cleaning up the mess left by the three men, Li Jie felt the smell of alcohol on her clothes. She was a clean person, though not obsessive-compulsive, but she still wanted to take a shower before getting a good night's sleep.
After showering, Li Jie put on her underwear and was about to put on her pajamas when suddenly a figure rushed into the bathroom.
Startled, Li Jie was about to scream when she saw it was her godson. She quickly covered her mouth, so the scream only echoed inside the bathroom and didn't carry outside.
Her godson, completely naked except for a pair of shorts, looked at her with bleary eyes and shouted, "Yu...Yu Feng, I need to pee."
Li Jie's mind went blank. She stared blankly at her godson's erect penis, her mind a complete mess: "Why is Zixing calling Yu Feng?"
"Yu Feng, I need to pee." "My godson yawned, muttering with considerable dissatisfaction.
Li Jie was stunned, momentarily speechless, her beautiful eyes fixed blankly on her godson's
large tent.
A strange thought crossed Li Jie's mind: 'If you need to pee, just pee! Why call Yu Feng? Is he too drunk to recognize me? Does he think I'm Yu Feng?
' 'Yu Feng, I need to pee, help me take my pants off.'
It wasn't until her godson said the third sentence that Li Jie truly came to her senses. 'Oh, you Xu Yu Feng, my godson is so grown up, and you still help him take off his pants to pee? Aren't you ashamed?'
Thinking this, Li Jie's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, wishing she could grow wings and fly out of the bathroom. She glanced around and found her godson blocking the bathroom door. If it weren't for his bleary eyes, making him unable to even recognize her, Li Jie would have thought he was doing it on purpose.
This whole ordeal shocked and embarrassed Li Jie, and she calmed down, steeling herself and reaching out… 'I'll take the plunge, he's my godson.'" "What am I afraid of?"
Li Jie's delicate hands, still damp with moisture, trembled as she reached for her godson's pants. She tried to pull them open, but couldn't. She simply slipped her hand inside his underwear, gently grabbed it , and pulled it all down.
Good heavens! A thick, fleshy rod, as thick as an arm, leaped out and entered Li Jie's field of vision. The rod was about five inches long, with several blue veins coiled around its shaft—a dragon-shaped rod! Li Jie gasped, secretly astonished that such a huge penis could exist in the world.
Li Jie was outgoing and cheerful, but her views on sex were extremely conservative. She had only ever seen her husband Zhao Hongxian's penis in her entire life, but Zhao Hongxian's... Compared to this one in front of her? It's more than twice as thick! Li Jie secretly estimated, thinking to herself.
In her youth, Zhang Tiansen injured her, rendering her unable to have sex, leaving her a virgin to this day. In the 21st century, this would be considered an unbelievable fantasy. But this is the 1980s, a pure era. Even a casual touch between young men and women would cause both to blush and their hearts to race.
People of this era haven't been influenced by foreign "sexual liberation" ideas. While the separation of men and women isn't as strict as in ancient times, it's still quite serious, especially in rural areas.
With Li Jie's... If it were any other man, he would probably have screamed on the spot, but the person who barged in was her godson. Based on the traditional belief that there's no separation between men and women when mother and son are together, she dared to do such a shameful thing.
I secretly glanced at my godmother and saw that her complexion was alright; it seemed she was quite resilient to this kind of thing. I decided not to make things difficult for her for the time being. I emptied my bladder, my thick penis still erect, having drunk a lot of alcohol. It took me a good while to finish urinating.
Then, I pretended to be drunk and mistook someone else for me, saying something that shocked my godmother: "Yu Feng, help me clean my thing." "
My godmother was furious. What kind of person is this? A grown man who's cleaner than a woman. I don't even wipe my own genitals after I pee," she thought to herself.
Seeing that my godmother didn't move, my mischievous side resurfaced, and I repeated myself.
My godmother rubbed her forehead, helplessly saying, "Okay, okay, okay, good son, I'll wipe your stick for you..."
She grabbed a few tissues and haphazardly wiped my penis a few times, but skin-to-skin contact was inevitable. Her
warm little hand caressed the shaft, and the unintentional touch was like an electric shock, a tingling sensation rising from my lower back, my lust not only not subsiding but intensifying.
My underwear was pulled up, but my lust had also grown to its peak. Taking advantage of my drunkenness, I suddenly hugged my godmother, my breath reeking of alcohol on her face: "Yu Feng, I want to sleep." "
My godmother wasn't even wearing pajamas, just a three-piece lingerie set. Half of my body was pressed against her clean, fresh skin, it felt incredibly comfortable.
'What sins have I committed to take in such a troublesome godson like you?' my godmother sighed helplessly.
'Okay, okay, okay, let's go to sleep now.'
The two of us walked back to the guest room. My godmother tried to put me down, but I took the opportunity to pull her onto the bed. She struggled fiercely, but I only said one sentence, and she obediently lay still.
'Yu Feng, you're being naughty, if you move around again I'll spank you.'" "
Upon hearing this, my godmother was so frightened that she lay obediently.
I quickly came up with this clever plan, a way to be intimate with her openly without arousing her suspicion. I wouldn't be willing to waste such a good opportunity.
Holding my godmother felt wonderful. I secretly pulled down my underwear and pressed my engorged penis against her thigh. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable. I instinctively thrust forward, but my godmother didn't move. I didn't know if she was frightened or what.
Holding her full body, I felt a burning desire. I gently rubbed my penis against her thigh, but she still didn't move. A surge of joy filled me. I thrust my hips, slowly and forcefully rubbing against her thigh, each thrust feeling like penetration. My godmother still didn't move.
Perhaps she was bewildered by the sudden change? Seeing that she still didn't resist, I decided to push my luck!
I slowly moved my penis upwards, pressing it tightly against my godmother's round buttocks." Her plump buttocks pressed tightly against mine, and I could clearly feel my godmother's beautiful buttocks stiffen instantly, but she still didn't struggle or resist.
I was overjoyed and couldn't help but rub my penis rapidly against her buttocks, even inserting it into the cleft formed by her plump buttocks.
I held my godmother's buttocks, her two beautiful buttocks tightly gripping my penis. She had just finished showering, and the few remaining water droplets in her cleft served as lubricant.
I used more and more force, and later simply ripped off my godmother's panties, thrusting forcefully between her anus and vagina.
The pleasurable sensation made me feel like I was floating on air, just like the first time I made love with Yu Feng. An unprecedentedly strong and urgent urge to ejaculate surged up, and I was about to ejaculate!
I couldn't ejaculate outside; I had to ejaculate inside, inside my godmother, to forever etch my mark on her body. I grabbed my thick, long penis and pressed it against my godmother's vaginal opening. The tender sensation from the glans made me want to burrow inside immediately.
"Ah!" My godmother gasped softly, suddenly struggling to free herself. Her small hands gripped my penis tightly, preventing me from penetrating. She cried out in panic, "No, you can't go in! I'll die!"
A chill ran through me. Remembering her hidden injury, I dared not penetrate her again. But the urge to ejaculate was imminent. Since I couldn't penetrate, I used her small hands as a vaginal opening, thrusting rapidly with the head of my penis against her tender entrance.
"Ah!" My godmother's beautiful eyes widened, staring blankly at the ceiling.
A second earlier, a powerful, scalding liquid had hit her entrance, making her shudder. It seemed as if a stream of liquid had also gushed out from her body. My godmother had climaxed! Just
as I was about to bury my face between her breasts, she suddenly sat up, throwing me onto the bed. She quickly pulled on her underwear, jumped up, and rushed out of the guest room without a word…
I called out in frustration, "Yu Feng…"
The only response was a loud bang of the door slamming shut.
That was it. Frustrated, I grabbed my penis and slammed it a few times, saying, "Dude, why are you so useless? You're usually so 'capable'!"
Then, a sense of unease crept in, fearing my godmother would find out I had deliberately violated her. But who could resist her allure and sex appeal, and being my godmother, that connection was just too stimulating.
Li Jie fled back to her room, overwhelmed with shame at what had just happened. She buried her head in her pillow, her mind a jumble of emotions, her thoughts in turmoil.
After a long while, a cool sensation came from between her legs, and Li Jie suddenly realized: "You brat, you bad boy, you little pervert, you little bastard! How dare you ejaculate your filth there!" She rushed into the bathroom, turned on the water heater, and let the warm water wash over her body, a wave of comfort washing over her.
Sexually, she and Zhao Hongxian were extremely conservative. Although they were husband and wife, they had no physical contact other than embracing. She had a hidden injury that prevented her from having sex, and Zhao Hongxian, fearing he wouldn't be able to control his desires, didn't even dare to look at her body.
When her godson suddenly pulled her onto the bed, an unprecedented masculine scent overwhelmed her, filling her entire world. Her godson's aggressive actions awakened her innate womanly desires, a desire that had lain dormant within her for decades, suppressed for just as long. As the saying goes, where there is oppression, there will be resistance, especially when it comes to one's own desires.
This deeply hidden desire, once provoked, erupted like a volcano, unstoppable. The raging fire of lust burned Li Jie's soul and corroded her body. She involuntarily chose silence, remaining unmoved in the face of all change.
When the man's hot, rod-like object pierced her lower body, a deadly tremor ran through the depths of her soul—not a tremor of fear, but a tremor of extreme excitement. Li Jie was deeply intoxicated by it.
Li Jie only awoke with a start when her godson tried to insert his penis. A thick liquid splashed onto her tender flesh, and desire surged forth like a tidal wave, ultimately leading her to a blissful state of ecstasy.
This was a feeling Li Jie had never experienced before, a first in her life.
After showering, Li Jie slumped into the comfortable bed, savoring the pleasure of her first orgasm, but the night was already deep…
The next morning, her godmother greeted her as usual, asking if she had slept well. She pretended to have slept soundly and even had a wet dream, making her godmother a little embarrassed, but she quickly masked it.
After breakfast, she had to rush back to Chunshui Village; a bunch of things awaited her. Her godfather and Uncle Fan also had to go to the county to take up their posts, with a lot of things to do. Everyone said goodbye.
Li Jie watched her godson's departing figure, wondering: Was that kid really drunk last night, or was he faking it? His composed expression didn't seem like he was lying. Hmph, he wouldn't dare to deliberately take liberties with me. However, I must interrogate Yu Feng properly when I get the chance. Zixing is so old, and she still helps him pee. It's really outrageous.
Li Jie thought of this, and a blush inexplicably rose on her face. Recalling the romantic encounter last night, her beautiful eyes became more and more hazy...
I had just reached the village entrance when I saw Li Mingli running towards me, panting.
"Brother Xu..." Li Mingli frowned, panting heavily, looking sullen.
Seeing Li Mingli's hesitant expression, my good mood on the way was completely ruined. I said, "Spit it out. What kind of man is this, acting so coy like a woman?"
Li Mingli forced a smile and said, "Brother Xu, someone bought our vegetables and owes us money."
"What did you say? Which bastard has the guts to owe me money?" I was furious. Who is it?! They didn't even bother to find out my name, Xu Zixing, and dare to mess with me?
"The first batch of greenhouse vegetables this year just hit the market recently. The vegetable vendors who paid deposits earlier have been coming to pick up their goods these past few days. Could it be that some people only paid the deposit and haven't settled the balance?"
Li Mingli chimed in, "Yes, Brother Xu. There's a vegetable vendor named Yang Mazi who came to pick up his goods a few days ago and said he didn't have that much cash on hand, saying he'd bring the balance in a couple of days. You know I can't make that decision, but since Sister Yufeng was there, she took pity on him and agreed
. I didn't expect that this Yang Mazi still hasn't brought the money, and he won't answer my calls." "You bastard Yang Mazi, taking advantage of Yufeng while I was away." I raised an eyebrow, and the thought of meeting this guy in my mind took hold.
“Brother Xu, while you were gone these past few days, Sister Yufeng has been worried about this matter. She regrets it too, and sometimes she even secretly hides in her room and cries.”
Yufeng is the woman I love most. It's fine if she offends me, but if she's heartbroken, I'm truly furious. I waved my hand and said, “Mingli, go to the village and call a dozen or so idle men.”
Li Mingli was puzzled: “Why call so many people?”
I glared at Li Mingli: “What else could it be for? I'm going to collect a debt!”
Li Mingli was delighted to hear this and immediately ran into the village to invite people.
Ever since Master Zhao, who had defeated the Li family's boxing style in front of the villagers, had been very popular and respected in the village, I only needed to call out to them, and they would flock to me.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, a group of idle men carrying carrying poles and hoes arrived in a grand procession, accompanied by an old Liberation brand truck.
“Brother Xu, I've brought everyone.” Li Mingli jumped off the truck.
I looked at these men and saw that they were all muscular, which pleased me. I walked up to them and said,
"Listen up, we're going to collect a debt, not to fight. But if anyone tries to fight us, we won't hold back. Follow my orders, and you'll all get your share of the spoils afterward."
These idlers were the ones I had left over from when I was selecting workers. They weren't as strong as the hired workers, but they could handle a small fight and intimidate others. They didn't earn much from farming, and when they heard they could go to the county to make money with the village's big shot, they were all overjoyed.
"Brother Xu, we'll all listen to you," the idlers said in unison, their morale high.
"Alright! Get in! Let's go!" I gave the order, and the idlers scrambled onto the back of the truck.
Li Mingli leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Xu, why don't we go into the village and see Sister Yufeng?"
"Now's not the time to see her. Rather than seeing her pitiful state, filled with remorse for her mistake, it's better to collect the debt and lessen her guilt."
"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Li Mingli gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother Xu, you truly are a Casanova."
"You brat, stop flattering me, get in the car!" I laughed and scolded, opening the car door and jumping in.
Seeing his flattery exposed, Li Mingli sullenly touched his nose, climbed into the car, and started the engine.
The car sped into the county town and then rushed to the market.
"Brother Xu, this guy is Yang Mazi," Li Mingli pointed to a fat man with a pockmarked face.
The fat man was tall and burly, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. It was still early summer, yet he was shirtless, revealing his greasy, fleshy body; he was clearly a tyrant.
Yang Mazi's vegetable stall was located next to the south gate of the market, a bustling area with a constant flow of people. In just a short while, five or six people had come to buy vegetables from Yang Mazi's stall.
Yang Mazi lay leisurely in a bamboo rocking chair, smoking, while four or five men helped him hawk his wares.
With such a busy business, he still claimed to have no money? I refused to believe it!
My face darkened. This fat bastard was clearly trying to renege on his debts. So, with a wave of my hand, a dozen or so idle men behind me swarmed around Yang Mazi's stall.
The market was already crowded in the morning, and this sudden turn of events immediately attracted countless eyes, with many people crowding over to watch the spectacle.
I stepped forward from the crowd, clasped my hands in greeting, and announced loudly, "Fellow villagers, I am Xu Zixing from Chunshui Village, Chunshui Town. Today, my brothers and I are here to collect a debt. Please forgive us." I then turned and coldly stared at Yang Mazi.
Yang Mazi was leisurely smoking when, suddenly, a dozen men surrounded his stall. His face changed, then he flew into a rage. With a wave of his hand, several of his henchmen surrounded him.
Yang Mazi was a local tyrant in the county's vegetable market. He was originally just a thug, but later discovered that selling vegetables was a quick way to make money, so he recruited a few young men to do business. He arrived late,
and the good stalls were already rented. So, he used his thuggish tactics to drive away an honest family and take the most popular spot in the market. This guy had no capital whatsoever; when buying goods, he relied on his domineering nature to buy on credit, only paying a small amount when he was in a good mood. Strictly speaking, his wealth was built on nothing.
"Damn it, are you tired of living? Daring to block my stall!" Yang Mazi roared, brandishing a butcher's knife. His fierce appearance was somewhat frightening.
"You think you're right just because you owe money?" I sneered, ignoring Yang Mazi's arrogant provocation. I walked to the entrance of the market and easily lifted a half-person-high stone block blocking the vehicles.
Everyone present was shocked, followed by gasps of surprise.
"Wow, this stone block is half a person's height, and it takes one person to hug it. It must weigh two or three hundred pounds!" someone estimated.
"I say, buddy, you're really an amateur. Look at the surface of that stone block, isn't it a bit dark red?" a thin man wearing a miner's hat said.
"Wow, it really is a bit dark red."
"See that? That's the color of low-quality iron ore. Because it has low iron content, it's just thrown here as a stone block, like an ordinary rock."
"Hiss, if you're saying that, this stone block must weigh at least four or five hundred pounds?"
"Yeah, this young man is incredibly strong at such a young age. Hmph, Yang Mazi is going to be in trouble. He's finally getting his comeuppance."
Yang Mazi was a local bully at the market, arrogant and domineering. Many people had suffered at his hands. Hearing the conversation between the two, the onlookers were immediately gloating, craning their necks to watch the spectacle even more.
A dozen or so idle men from the village straightened their backs even more upon hearing the onlookers' murmurs. These country men had never been so proud before, and they all felt incredibly honored.
Yang Mazi hadn't taken the young man in charge seriously at first, but when he saw the young man suddenly lift a stone block weighing four or five hundred pounds with apparent ease, his face turned pale.
His men were terrified. Seeing the opponent's strength, they realized they'd be in serious trouble if they got hit. They exchanged stunned glances, their hearts filled with fear.
Yang Mazi secretly made a gesture, and one of the young men in the crowd ran away.
Yang Mazi gripped his knife in his backhand, clasped his hands in a traditional salute to me, and said, "Young brother, let's talk this out. We're all civilized people, why resort to violence?"
"Civilized people? You think you're civilized?" I sneered, casually slamming a stone block in front of Yang Mazi. With a loud "thud
," the block landed, nearly hitting Yang Mazi's foot.
Startled, Yang Mazi stumbled backward like a monkey, stepping on a rotten vegetable leaf. He slipped and staggered back several steps, finally collapsing face-first onto a pile of tomatoes—a truly comical sight.
"Hahahaha..." The crowd erupted in laughter, even Yang Mazi's men couldn't help but chuckle, covering their mouths as they stifled their laughter.
Enraged and humiliated, Yang Mazi leaped up and began punching and kicking his henchmen, chasing them with his knife. But with his clumsy build, how could he catch the rabbit-like youths? In his fury, he turned and charged at the culprit who had caused him to fall flat on
his face. Yang Mazi was tall and strong, and wielding a butcher's knife, he looked extremely menacing. The onlookers quickly parted to make way, screams erupting, clearly terrified by Yang Mazi.
"Murder!" a woman screamed.
Seeing this, the village idlers grabbed carrying poles and hoes to intervene.
I waved my hand: "You all step back." The idlers obeyed, retreating to guard my rear.
"You little bastard, I'll chop you up alive!" Yang Mazi charged like a raging bull.
Chapter Seven: Between Women
Before Yang Mazi arrived, the knife came first. The thick, gleaming butcher's knife slashed down at my head.
An ordinary person would have been terrified by Yang Mazi's imposing presence, but in my eyes, this vegetable vendor's vicious strike was all show and no substance, riddled with flaws.
I shouted, "Break!" Without dodging or evading, I charged forward, delivering a powerful right hook to meet the knife head-on.
A gasp erupted from the crowd.
Was he out of his mind? How could an ordinary person's hand possibly withstand a sharp butcher's knife? Was this boy crazy? This thought flashed through many minds, but what happened next left everyone speechless.
In mid-air, a large fist collided violently with a gleaming butcher's knife. With a clang, the expected scene of a bloody fist didn't occur. Instead, the butcher's knife spun and flew out of my hand, tracing a white line through the air before embedding itself completely in a concrete pillar.
The entire place was silent.
Yang Mazi stared blankly at the butcher knife on the cement pillar, only the hilt visible, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Impressive skill!"
"Bravo!"
Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd, cheers ringing out endlessly. Everyone in the market had witnessed this scene, and it would become a legend.
Yang Mazi was caught in a dilemma, temporarily at a loss, and could only smile and greet him: "Brother, which gang are you from? I'm..."
I didn't bother with Yang Mazi's words, and threw the IOU in front of him: "Pay back the money, seventeen thousand yuan."
Yang Mazi's face twitched a few times, and after looking around at the situation, he was about to reluctantly nod.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the crowd: "What are you all doing here? Trying to rebel?" As the voice rang out, the crowd parted to make way, and several policemen walked over.
Seeing the police arrive, Yang Mazi was overjoyed. He rushed to their side and cried out, "Officers, you've come just in time! These people surrounded my stall for no reason and even injured my hand! You must help me!" He held out his bruised wrist to the officers, a bruise from a punch he'd just received.
The officers frowned at Yang Mazi's wrist, then glanced at the butcher knife stuck in the concrete pillar. Their expressions changed, filled with surprise. But what era were they living in? What use was martial arts skill? Could it stop a bullet?
Their hands rested on their holsters, their composure returning.
The middle-aged policeman in the lead sized me up and down, then said gruffly, "Young man, do you know you're breaking the law? You've surrounded someone's stall for no reason; that's called rioting, don't you understand?"
I, Xu Zixing, haven't been around for nothing these past few years; I could easily see that these policemen were in cahoots with Yang Mazi. I sneered in a sinister voice, "Yang Mazi owes me money, and I'm here to collect. Is that 'for no reason'? He grabbed a butcher's knife and tried to attack me. I defended myself, knocking the knife away and injuring his hand. All the villagers here witnessed this. Yang Mazi is the guilty party, blaming others and twisting the truth. Since we arrived, we haven't laid a finger on him. Ask the villagers if this is true."
Before I could finish speaking, and before the policemen could even open their mouths, several onlookers who couldn't contain themselves said, "Yes, Yang Mazi attacked him with a knife first. He couldn't just stand there and let himself be attacked."
"That's right, that's right! Yang Mazi is the one who falsely accuses others! Officers, please don't be fooled by him!"
Several policemen, feeling slighted, shouted angrily, "What are you yelling about? The facts haven't been investigated yet, you can't just make things up based on your words." Then, the lead officer pointed at me: "You, where did you come from? ID card."
I proudly raised my head: "Xu Zixing, Chunshui Village, Chunshui Town, sixteen years old this year, and I don't have an ID card yet."
The lead officer looked incredulous: "You're only sixteen?"
Li Mingli stepped forward and said: "Officer, don't say you don't believe me, I didn't believe it when I first saw him either, but he really is only sixteen. Hey, Old Li, don't hide, come and tell the officer."
A vegetable vendor in the crowd, seeing that he had been called out, was scared and wanted to run away, but seeing everyone turning to look at him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward: "Officer Yang, he is indeed only sixteen years old. His real name is Xu Zixing, nicknamed Xu Tieshou, and at a young age he has become a pioneer in getting rich through greenhouse vegetables in Chunshui Village." After
the vegetable vendor surnamed Li said this, many people suddenly realized.
"That's Xu Tieshou!"
"So this is the young man who took down Zhang Tiansen."
"I heard he can break a tree with one hand, no wonder he dared to fight bare-handed with blades."
"More than that, I heard he killed Tiger from the Eight Evils Sect with one punch."
"I also heard he single-handedly took on dozens of Li Family Fist practitioners, and even defeated Zhao Xiaolong and his fellow disciples."
"Wow, he's so powerful!"
The onlookers recounted one earth-shattering legend after another about Xu Tieshou, becoming more and more excited as they spoke.
Yang Mazi turned pale upon hearing this, and the expressions of the policemen were also extremely solemn.
A junior policeman leaned close to the ear of the lead policeman and whispered, "Section Chief Yang, I saw him at the county's commendation meeting last time. He even went on stage to receive a 90,000 yuan bonus."
"The one I missed because I was on a business trip?" the lead policeman whispered.
The junior policeman nodded.
Section Chief Yang's heart sank; he suddenly lost his confidence. His relationship with Yang Mazi was exceptionally close, and the money Yang Mazi paid him monthly was no small sum. He couldn't just ignore someone in trouble, could he? But the other party was someone of considerable influence; he had even received an award a few days ago. Taking him down in front of so many people now would likely offend him forever.
With his future at stake, Section Chief Yang made a decision. He decided to let the matter drop this time. He turned to Yang Mazi sternly and said, "You, Yang Mazi, how dare you lie and deceive me? Tell me the truth, did you strike first?"
Yang Mazi was stunned, thinking: Section Chief Yang, you change your mind faster than flipping a book! You're something else. I admit defeat this time.
"Section Chief Yang, I was bewitched, I..."
"It's good that you know your mistake and can correct it. Why don't you return the money?" Section Chief Yang said righteously.
"Yes, yes!" Yang Mazi nodded and bowed repeatedly, ran to the stall to count the money, and obediently handed it to me.
I took the money, counted it, and took out a thousand yuan to return to Yang Mazi: "You owe me seventeen thousand yuan. I won't take a penny less or a penny more."
"This..." Yang Mazi was always a bully who preyed on the weak. Knowing that the other party had a powerful background, he quickly added a thousand yuan, hoping to resolve the dispute. However, the other party didn't buy it at all.
I had already seen through Yang Mazi's intentions and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Yang Mazi, making friends isn't just about giving money; you have to be sincere."
Yang Mazi took the money and was immediately at a loss for words.
Seeing that the conflict between the two parties had been resolved, Section Chief Yang said to the crowd: "Alright, both parties have accepted the mediation, and this matter is settled. Everyone, go home and do what you were doing."
Seeing that there was no more drama to watch, the crowd dispersed like a tide, but the name "Iron Hand Xu" spread by word of mouth throughout the entire county.
I ignored the police and waved my hand dismissively, "Let's go eat. Lunch is on me today."
The village idlers, delighted, followed me, and the group swaggered off.
Seeing my ostentatious display, Section Chief Yang, clearly not taking him seriously, turned pale and ignored Yang Mazi's attempts to curry favor, storming off.
At noon, I treated everyone to a hearty meal and gave each person a small stipend.
Everyone ate what they wanted and took what they wanted. Looking back, it was nothing more than wielding a carrying pole and a hoe, putting on a show of bravado, and they all complained how easy the job was. They all said they'd definitely be invited again if there was another good opportunity like this, and I smiled and nodded in agreement. Of course, less than two hours and I earned a month's wages, plus gained face and dignity—how could this not be a good deal?
Back in the village with the group, I said to Li Mingli, "Did you remember what I told you earlier?"
Li Mingli nodded gravely, "Brother Xu, I remembered it all. I'll definitely get to the bottom of this for you."
"Good!" I patted Li Mingli on the shoulder as encouragement. A moral reward was given, and a material reward was naturally in order. I generously pulled out a banknote and stuffed it into his hand, "Take it."
Li Mingli was embarrassed to take it, refusing, "Brother Xu, you've given me so much usually, let's forget about it this time."
"Don't refuse. You're not young anymore, you need to save money to find a good wife."
Hearing the word "wife," Li Mingli's eyes lit up. He took the money and said, "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Xu."
"Go on with your work, come find me if you have any news." I waved him away like a herd of ducks.
"Okay!" Li Mingli and the idlers all dispersed.
After these people returned, they boasted about what had happened that morning to everyone in the village, making "Xu Zixing, Xu Tieshou" a household name throughout the township and surrounding areas—a powerful figure who had even brought down the county magistrate!
Thus, I, Xu Zixing, became famous throughout Chunshui County.
Night fell, birds returned to their nests, and it was time for me to go home. The thought of the women waiting for me at home for dinner filled me with a warm feeling. Having a home is truly wonderful.
Passing through several country lanes, a spacious house came into view, with several women eagerly waiting in front of it. When they saw me appear at the edge of the field, a commotion was clearly caused. One young woman ran over as fast as she could, clearly impatient.
"Why did you run out?" I asked Song Siya with a smile.
Song Siya, like a joyful little bird, hugged my arm tightly, her soft body leaning against me.
"I was worried about you," Siya pouted, acting coquettishly.
"Where are Yu Feng and Yu Zi?" I teased with a smile.
"They're shy, they're embarrassed," Siya said smugly.
"So, our teacher Siya is really shameless, huh?"
"You're so mean!" Siya gave me a hard "touch" on the waist.
"By the way, this morning Li Mingli called more than a dozen people to the county town. Did you ask him to do that?"
"Yeah, we'll talk about it when we get back..." Just then, we arrived at the door, and Yu Feng and Li Yuzi came to greet us.
Before they could speak, I took out a wad of cash and stuffed it into Xu Yu Feng's hand: "Yu Feng, I've collected the debt for you."
Xu Yu Feng had been worried these past few days. People in the countryside don't have much money to begin with, and suddenly being owed money is really hard to sleep over. She thought this whole thing was her fault, so she didn't know how to face me. Therefore, when a thick wad of cash was placed in front of her, she didn't react for a moment and excitedly asked, "This... this is the money Yang Mazi owes us?"
"Hehe, besides Yang Mazi owing us money, who else owes us money?" I chuckled.
"Gui, Zixing, you're so great!" Overwhelmed with emotion, Xu Yufeng hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss. Of course, I didn't hold back and kissed her back fiercely.
Xu Yufeng was always dignified and composed, and her current behavior completely overturned her usual public image. Song Siya and Li Yuzi stared at her in astonishment, as if they had seen an alien.
"Wow, Sister Yufeng, you're so bold today. But what kind of riddle are you two playing?" Song Siya asked curiously, and Li Yuzi looked at Xu Yufeng like an inquisitive child.
Xu Yufeng was also startled by her bold behavior. She buried her face in my chest shyly, like an ostrich.
"Let's go inside and eat, and chat while we eat." I reached out my other hand and pulled Song Siya and Li Yuzi into my arms, also helping Yufeng out of her predicament.
"Actually, the thing is..." "
Zixing, the first batch of vegetables this year sold for a total of 220,000 yuan. After deducting the costs of land, labor, fertilizer, etc., the net profit was 119,398 yuan."
After dinner, the family sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) listening to Xu Yufeng do the accounting.
Weighing the tens of thousands of yuan in my hand, I sighed and said, "Adding that 90,000 yuan bonus, it's only 200,000 yuan in total. This money is far from enough to cure Cai'er's mother's illness."
Cai'er's mother's illness stemmed from my father. As the saying goes, "The son pays for the father's debts." My father has passed away, and it's both morally and logically that I have to pay off this debt for him. It doesn't feel good to owe someone.
Yu Feng thought for a moment: "When your ninth uncle got divorced, he left me 40,000 yuan, so how about..."
Before Yu Feng could finish speaking, Song Siya interrupted, "I also saved 20,000 yuan."
Li Yuzi wasn't to be outdone: "I, I also saved a little, but not as much as them, only..."
I quickly waved my hand to interrupt Li Yuzi. How could I, as a man, save face if I asked a woman to help me "pay off my debts"? I said generously, "Keep your savings safe. Your husbands will be billionaires in the future, how could this little trouble be a problem for me? It's just money!"
Yu Feng said, "Zi Xing, we mean well."
I said, "Yu Feng, Siya, Yu Zi, I know you mean well. I will definitely help Cai'er's mother get better, but I'm not so destitute as to use your savings for her treatment. They say it's better to be prepared, so keep some money on hand, maybe it will come in handy in the future. As for Cai'er's mother's high medical expenses, I will find a way."
Hearing their husbands say this, the three women were moved.
"What good idea do you have?" Song Siya asked quickly.
I tapped my fingers on the table and pondered for a moment, "Tell me, what do you have the most of in this poor mountain village?"
This question stumped the three of them. What could be the most abundant thing in a poor mountain village?
I originally thought Song Siya and Yu Feng were smarter and would be able to guess, but unexpectedly, Li Yuzi spoke first: "Trees on the mountain!"
"Yes, trees!" I happily cupped Li Yuzi's small mouth and kissed her hard, ignoring her adorable, shy expression, and asked another question: "Of all the trees on the mountain, which type is the most abundant?"
Perhaps jealous of Li Yuzi's favor, Siya raised her hand first: "I know, it's tea trees." After saying that, she pouted coquettishly; her cute appearance made me love her to death. I quickly pecked her bright red lips: "Smart, you got it right."
Perhaps realizing that she had been too obvious, Siya blushed with embarrassment.
"Zixing, do you want to press oil yourself?" Yu Feng, being more experienced, guessed my thoughts immediately.
“That’s right. I took a stroll around the county this afternoon and found that oil prices are quite high in the city, and tea oil is selling very well.”
“There are many tea seed trees on the mountain, but during the autumn harvest season, the county oil press sends people to collect the tea seeds from house to house. Now it’s spring, so this business can’t be done.”
Xu Yufeng paused, then continued, “Besides, buying an oil press machine costs tens of thousands of yuan.”
“Hehe, actually, I’ve been planning this for a long time.” I smiled mysteriously and handed a newspaper clipping to the three women. They are my closest people and loyal to me; I’m not afraid they will leak the secret.
“Peanut oil, soybean oil, corn oil…” The three women looked at me in surprise and asked, “These oils are edible?”
“Of course they are! In fact, these three oils are healthier than the lard and rapeseed oil we usually eat. Peanut oil can prevent blood clots, arteriosclerosis, and coronary heart disease; soybean oil can lower blood lipids and cholesterol, preventing cardiovascular disease; corn oil can lower blood pressure and also has beauty and weight loss effects.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!” The women perked up immediately upon hearing “beauty” and “weight loss.”
“These days, people mainly use lard and rapeseed oil, and only occasionally eat tea oil. Peanut oil, soybean oil, and corn oil are not widely available, so oil mills don’t produce these three oils at all.”
This was true; in the 1980s, very few oil mills produced these three oils.
At that time, peanuts, corn, and soybeans were incredibly cheap, selling for only a few yuan per pound.
“Are they really as good as you say?” The three women were still somewhat skeptical.
I said confidently, "In a couple of days, the county oil press will send someone to deliver the machine. I'll press a few pounds of oil for you to try."
"You've already ordered the oil press? Where did you get so much money?"
"The county oil press is replacing its equipment, and the old machines are being phased out. When I went there, they were having a problem. They bought new machines, but the factory isn't big enough, and they had nowhere to put the old ones. Leaving them out in the open was a waste, since the old machines were still in good condition and could last a year or two if properly maintained. As soon as I offered to buy them, they were overjoyed and shook my hand, saying they'd solved a huge problem for them and would sell them to me for ten thousand yuan, including delivery, installation, and training."
The three women's beautiful eyes shone with fervent admiration after I finished speaking.
"Hehe, your husbands are amazing, aren't they?" Taking advantage of the situation, I sneakily kissed Yu Feng.
Yu Feng blushed and threw a pillow at me, hitting me squarely in the face.
"Fine, you dare to murder your husband? Let's see how I deal with you!" With that, a pillow flew from my hand, hitting Yu Feng and Siya. Siya, innocently attacked, was clearly not willing to give up and joined Yu Feng in bullying me. Finally, Li Yuzi joined the fray, creating a situation of three women against one man.
The pillow fight raged, and one man and three women were having a great time on a big bed. In the chaos, someone pulled down my pants, making me, a dignified man, a victim of the "exposure" phenomenon. I immediately fought back and stripped the three women naked.
Finally, the four of them met naked. Of the three women, Yu Feng and Siya, and Yu Feng and Li Yuzi had all had threesome experiences with me, but none had ever experienced a foursome where all three women served one man. Seeing the three women's ripe and alluring bodies, the intense desire I felt the night before because I hadn't been able to have sex with my godmother surged up.
"Haha, tonight I'm going to have a foursome!" I declared, pointing to the sky.
"No, no..." Siya was rather shy about sex, but I knew she was actually quite eager to try new things. Of the three women, only Song Siya had received higher education and came from a scholarly family, so it was understandable that she was more conservative about sex; but today I decided to properly train her, since I would have many more women around me in the future, and rather than letting her suffer alone, I would rather drag her into it.
"Siya, be good, let Yuzi teach you a lesson first." Ignoring Siya's protests, I smiled and pulled Li Yuzi to my side. She obediently lowered her head and licked my nipple with her soft tongue.
Stimulated by the little slut's fragrant tongue, my penis was already swollen to an enormous size. My hands reached towards her body, touching Li Yuzi's white buttocks. I gently stroked Li Yuzi's vulva, then suddenly, with lightning speed, I inserted my fingers into her cunt. I heard Li Yuzi let out an "Ah!" and tightly hugged me, her body trembling. I turned my head and saw that Song Siya was licking my penis while secretly inserting her fingers into Li Yuzi's anus, moving them in and out. Li Yuzi's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed and trembling slightly.
"Hmph, who needs you to teach me? Sister Yufeng already taught me." Song Siya gave me a smug look, it seemed she and Xu Yufeng were quite close.
Song Siya's speed increased, while Li Yuzi clung to me, too shy to move.
The beauty was willing, how could the man be indifferent?
I pushed Li Yuzi into Song Siya's arms: "Yuzi, be a good girl, give Teacher Song a good performance, let me see the results of Teacher Song's learning."
Song Siya's face was completely different from usual. She hugged Li Yuzi's snow-white body and said confidently, "Yuzi, just admire my skills!" After saying that, she kissed Li Yuzi's lips. Four alluring cherry lips met, and Li Yuzi felt a heat in her body as Song Siya's tongue explored her mouth.
Song Siya's slender fingers gently traced Li Yuzi's breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs, waves of intoxicating numbness washing over her. Li Yuzi, who was always known for her boldness in bed, didn't dare to look Song Siya in the eye. She just lowered her head shyly, breathing slightly, her cheeks flushed, letting Song Siya's slender hands caress her curvaceous and alluring body.
A powerful surge of stimulation left Li Yuzi feeling dizzy and disoriented. Song Siya, already burning with desire, rubbed her cheek against Yuzi's pink cheek, gently kissing her forehead, nose, chin, cheeks, and ears. Her hands roamed unrestrainedly over Yuzi's bare back and buttocks.
Yu Feng watched the two young girls making love, her eyes not filled with lust, but with a motherly tenderness.
Li Yuzi moaned softly, closing her eyes languidly. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together, their delicate nipples teasing each other, their thighs rubbing against each other. Song Siya couldn't help but suckle at Li Yuzi's red lips, holding her tongue and sucking it repeatedly, causing Li Yuzi to gasp softly. The two kissed passionately, their desire palpable.
Then, Song Siya's tongue slowly left Li Yuzi's lips, a long trail of saliva trailing between them.
Song Siya changed from licking to kissing, tracing the contours of Li Yuzi's flushed cheeks inch by inch. Li Yuzi moaned continuously, her snow-white body writhing like a snake. Next, Song Siya used her tongue to kiss along the curve of Li Yuzi's cleavage, then extended her tongue to tease and circle her red areolas, pressing her lips against her nipples and sucking. She then extended her wet, soft tongue, probing and teasing Li Yuzi's mouth, the tip constantly stimulating her tongue.
Li Yuzi, breathless from Song Siya's kisses, felt a surge of desire ignite deep within her.
Song Siya curled Li Yuzi's tongue back and continued to suckle, her hands becoming unruly, wantonly kneading her firm breasts, then slowly stroking down her abdomen, navel, and lower abdomen, finally probing her lower abdomen, her fingers boldly playing with the labia beneath the dark pubic hair.
Li Yuzi's vagina was already wet with desire, and Song Siya effortlessly inserted her right middle finger into her wetness.
"Mmm...oh..." Song Siya murmured softly in Li Yuzi's ear while her fingers continued to explore the vaginal opening, her thumb and forefinger pinching and kneading Li Yuzi's sensitive clitoris, the pressure varying, forcing Li Yuzi to reach the peak of pleasure.
"Good sister...I...I'm going to come..." Li Yuzi moaned wildly.
Song Siya, panting, kissed Li Yuzi's red lips, saying, "Don't come yet, I have an even more powerful trick up my sleeve." With that, Song Siya pulled her fingers, now wet with vaginal fluid, from Li Yuzi's opening, pushed her down onto the bed, and kissed her all the way down her face.
I watched Song Siya teasing Li Yuzi with excitement, exclaiming, "You've really changed in the last few days! Siya, you did a great job, out of 100, I'd give you 90."
Unfortunately, Song Siya was engrossed in teasing Li Yuzi and completely ignored me.
In a dazed state of pleasure, Li Yuzi felt Song Siya kissing her pink neck, breasts, nipples, abdomen, lower abdomen, pubic hair… Finally, a soft mouth lingered on her wet labia. Waves of pleasure washed over every part of Li Yuzi's body. Every lewd movement of Song Siya brought Li Yuzi new sensations.
Song Siya first swallowed every drop of the vaginal fluid flowing from Li Yuzi's vagina, then gently rubbed Li Yuzi's clitoris with her index finger, while her middle finger forcefully dug and probed inside her beautiful opening, occasionally thrusting in and out.
As Li Yuzi's moans grew louder, Song Siya increased the speed of her finger thrusts, causing Li Yuzi's vagina to continuously flow with thick, sticky love fluid, wetting Song Siya's fingers.
Song Siya bent down and kissed Li Yuzi's labia, deeply sucking in the love juice inside. Her tongue even roughly shoved into Li Yuzi's vagina, licking the sensitive vaginal walls. An electric-like pleasure spread throughout Li Yuzi's body, causing her to immediately reach orgasm. Hot vaginal fluid shot into Song Siya's mouth without reservation.
"Ptooey, ptooey..." Song Siya gagged, feeling somewhat disgusted by the vaginal fluid of another woman.
"Haha, Siya, your last behavior was a failure." I teased, and before Song Siya could retort, I raised my long-awaited thick penis and fiercely thrust it into Li Yuzi's vagina.
"Ah..." When the huge glans stretched Li Yuzi's vulva wide open, she let out a comfortable moan.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I said, while violently thrusting into Li Yuzi. Waves of bone-piercing pleasure forced Li Yuzi to groan and straighten her long, slender legs.
“I’ll make you feel even better!” Song Siya suddenly extended a finger and inserted it into Li Yuzi’s anus. “Now you’re being fucked by two people!” A wicked smile appeared on Song Siya’s beautiful face.
“Ah…no!” Li Yuzi shook her head violently, struggling in vain.
I quickly fucked Li Yuzi’s cunt, and Li Yuzi twisted her snow-white buttocks desperately, which only made the thick male penis inserted into her body generate even stronger stimulation.
“Ah…” Li Yuzi was forced to scream loudly by the waves of pleasure, and a series of moans made me feel lustful.
Song Siya slightly rotated the finger inserted into Li Yuzi’s anus. The intense pleasure made Li Yuzi gasp deeply. When the pressure from her anus reached her vagina, it forced Li Yuzi to clench the thick penis in her vagina. At the same time, her cunt released a large amount of honey-like fluid again, and she fell into a state of unconscious bliss.
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My penis was still full of fighting spirit. I put down Li Yuzi, who was in the climax, got up and pressed Xu Yufeng down on the bed. I lifted her beautiful white legs and thrust my big penis hard into Yufeng's vagina.
Of these three women, Song Siya was the most intellectual in terms of temperament; Li Yuzi was the most uninhibited in terms of bedroom skills; and Xu Yufeng was the most beautiful, even though she was a bit older, it did not diminish her beauty in the slightest. She was my favorite woman, and also my aunt. Making love with her gave me a strong sense of breaking taboos, so every time, I would spend the longest time on her.
"Ah! Big dick husband... ah! Big dick brother... fuck me hard... big dick nephew... penetrate me... ah!" Yufeng cried out wildly, she had long wanted to be penetrated.
I kissed Yufeng's body, my big dick going in and out of Yufeng's wet and tender hole, the big glans hitting her clitoris, making her whole body go numb, even her cries were trembling.
"Ah...I want...the glans...ah...oh...grind...my...mmm...flower...ah..." Yu Feng cried out wantonly, but I didn't let her go. My penis was still halfway in. I pulled it out of Yu Feng's beautiful hole, gathered my strength, and thrust it in hard. Yu Feng screamed, "Ah...gently...good nephew...you're fucking your aunt's uterus!" My
thick, long penis pierced through her flower path and plunged all the way into Yu Feng's uterus. The double attack of vagina and uterus* brought me an extremely stimulating pleasure with each thrust.
"Excitement...fuck me hard...oh...I want you to fuck me to death...oh...let me die...oh...oh...ah...ah...I love...your penis..." Yu Feng groaned excitedly. This was the first time in her life that she had been so absurd, being fucked by her young nephew along with two other women. This stimulation made her abandon her usual dignity and fully enjoy the wonderful sex.
Yu Feng's two snow-white thighs tightly clamped my waist, and her full buttocks were wildly tossed up and down. "Ah...ah...oh my god...ah...faster...faster...so...so good...ah...oh..." I sucked on Yu Feng's nipples while my thick penis thrust rapidly into her lower body. In the throes of sexual pleasure, Yu Feng seemed close to reaching orgasm.
"Auntie, you bitch, the best is yet to come!" I couldn't let Yu Feng climax so quickly.
I positioned Yu Feng in a doggy-style position, and the thought of my large penis about to penetrate her from behind made her blush crimson. Reason told her not to lose face in front of the younger generation, but lust overwhelmed her reason. She proactively raised her full, snow-white buttocks, anticipating my further penetration.
"Oh my god!" Yu Feng felt something wet and warm against her petals—not a thick penis, but a soft tongue. As my tongue slid nimbly, her petals overflowed with vaginal fluid again.
After gently licking the petals, my tongue slowly moved upwards, lightly tracing the petals of Yu Feng's anus, causing her to moan, "Oh God... no... go... in... ah..."
As my tongue gently parted the tender flesh of her anus, squeezing in and thrusting in and out, Yu Feng was almost in heaven with pleasure. She never dreamed that the anal licking she had long fantasized about would be performed by her young nephew.
Yu Feng moaned, shaking her plump buttocks, inserting two fingers into her petals and thrusting in and out. When my mouth took her anus in and sucked on it, she cried out and reached orgasm; but I was not satisfied yet. I got up, grabbed Yu Feng's alluring buttocks, and placed the head of my penis on her anus. As the head of my penis slowly forced open her tightly closed anus, Yu Feng abandoned all resistance and restraint, lying on the bed like a female dog in heat, her plump buttocks raised high.
As the penis pierced her anus to the hilt and slowly thrust in and out, waves of pleasure surged through her, causing Yu Feng to bite her lower lip, moan, and sway her snow-white buttocks. She involuntarily contracted her anus, clenching the thick penis tightly, enjoying the unique orgasm brought by anal sex.
I knelt behind Yu Feng's snow-white, sexy buttocks, watching my swollen, reddish-purple penis, stretching open her pinkish-brown anus, thrusting in and out repeatedly; Yu Feng wildly swayed her beautiful buttocks, uttering gasps as if about to faint, showing no trace of her usual virtuous and dignified nature.
Gradually, my large penis thrust faster and faster into her anus. Yu Feng, head bowed, hair flying, her snow-white buttocks shaking wildly, more and more violently, moving back and forth in sync with my penis, uttering lewd and incoherent words: "Ah...faster...oh...I...my...asshole...so...so comfortable...ah...ah...faster...oh...no...I can't take it anymore...ah...I...almost...ah...my...asshole...finally...ah...by you...this...ah...you lewd nephew...ah...burst...ah..."
Finally, amidst Yu Feng's wanton moans, I could no longer hold back. My large penis thrust deep into her rectum, my hands gripping Yu Feng's sexy white buttocks as I ejaculated wildly, countless drops of semen pouring into her anus.
I held Yu Feng's buttocks tightly until the last drop of semen was ejaculated. Looking at Yu Feng, her eyes rolled back, she was already delirious, the intense orgasm driving her to ecstasy.
Worried, I used my inner energy to examine Yu Feng's body and said, "There's nothing wrong. It turns out Yu Feng just fainted from pleasure."
Two of the three women had been knocked unconscious by me, leaving only the lewd "Teacher Song."
"Teacher Song, it's your turn," I teased with a grin.
Song Siya looked at my still erect penis, forcefully pushed me down onto the bed. My thick, long, and large erect penis stood proudly like a pillar supporting the sky. She snorted, "I don't believe I can't make you soft." Song
Siya got up to face me, squatted down and straddled me, positioning her beautiful vulva directly against my hard penis. With one hand, she parted her labia, and with the other hand, she used her thumb and middle finger to hold my penis, aligning the glans with her mysterious, beautiful, and already wet vulva. Her plump buttocks slowly sank down.
The glans of my penis was enveloped by her plump, lubricated labia, as if her rosy lips were gently kissing it. Song Siya slowly lowered herself down, and my hard, thick, long, and large penis was gradually swallowed by her beautiful vagina. The inner walls of her vagina were smooth and tender, warmly enveloping my penis.
Inserted into Siya's beautiful vagina, my throbbing penis felt like it had found a home, feeling incredibly comfortable. Gradually, her beautiful vagina swallowed my penis completely, her plump buttocks sitting entirely between my abdomen and buttocks, and my long, thick, and large penis was inserted into her beautiful vagina to the hilt. Song Siya's beautiful vagina was warm, and deep inside, it felt as if there was a soft, warm mass of flesh, faintly enveloping my large penis.
Song Siya's body moved up and down, her beautiful vagina tightly gripping my penis, her labia majora and minora powerfully clamping my penis, the glans pressing against that soft, warm mass of flesh deep inside her vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, she let out a dreamlike and enchanting moan.
My hands grasped and kneaded Song Siya's shapely, round buttocks. She swayed her body against mine, her round little bottom wiggling, the movements becoming increasingly exaggerated.
"Siya, what's wrong with you tonight? So lewd?"
I thrust upwards forcefully, my penis plunging deep into Siya's beautiful vagina; Song Siya, not to be outdone, swayed her round little bottom, her smooth, wrinkled vagina powerfully stroking my thick penis.
"Hmm! Who told you to underestimate me before? Today I'll prove to you that when it comes to sex skills, I'm second to none. Ah...faster, fuck me harder...husband...brother...fuck me to death..."
Siya moaned and cried out with abandon, her voice truly the most beautiful music in the world, intoxicatingly beautiful. She writhed wildly, her hair flying behind her head, her breasts bouncing up and down. Her face was flushed with desire, her eyes glazed, she was panting heavily, and glistening with sweat. Then she sat on me, twisting her pert, white, round buttocks, plunging my penis fully into her beautiful vagina, the glans grinding against the depths of her flower.
The entire bedroom was filled with the warmth of spring, overflowing with lovemaking. Streams of colorless, transparent fluid slowly flowed from the depths of Siya's vagina, making both of our genitals slippery and sticky.
As Siya moved on top of me, twisting her round buttocks, she made "plop, plop" sounds.
The pleasure I felt inside Siya's vagina spread throughout my body, making me tremble. My penis felt like it was being electrocuted, tingling and itching, traveling from my spine to every part of my body. Suddenly, a surge of heat welled up from the depths of Siya's vagina, powerfully stimulating my glans. At the same time, she quickened her pace, her moans rising several decibels.
"Ah...ah...ah...my little cunt is being torn apart by this big cock...it's been ripped through...ah..."
I felt a tingling sensation from my tailbone, a primal force that inexplicably drove me to thrust my cock upwards: "Siya, your little cunt is so beautiful...I'll fuck you to death!" With that, I used all my strength to pierce Siya's inner walls, my thick, long cock plunging straight into her uterus; the piercing of her uterus caused Siya to suddenly and frantically thrust her little buttocks, a frenzy that even I almost couldn't control.
A tingling sensation spread from my central nervous system, stimulating the base of my cock, and a scalding hot current could no longer be controlled, shooting out at high speed and force from the base of my cock, powerfully striking the walls of Siya's uterus, impacting the soft, warm flesh deep inside her beautiful cunt.
My strong body convulsed incessantly, my cock thrusting wildly inside Siya's beautiful cunt.
Siya's body trembled uncontrollably, her vaginal walls and labia majora contracting powerfully, gripping my penis tightly, and an even stronger surge of heat gushed from her body...
After the lovemaking, the three women and one man all fell into a deep sleep, the entire bed covered in naked flesh. Even Yuezhi, who saw the scene of passion inside through the window, was too ashamed to look away.
On the morning of the first day, the county oil press factory sent someone to deliver the old oil press machine. I had Li Mingli arrange for it to be moved to the old house where I used to live, and then I called on several craftsmen from the village to renovate the old house. After the renovation, it was painted with eye-catching paint, and I asked Dongfang You to write a few beautiful characters, officially establishing the "Chunshui Village Oil Press Factory".
The machine was there, but we lacked someone to operate it. Fortunately, it had been arranged beforehand that the county oil press factory would send a technical master.
As soon as they heard I was hiring operators, every household in the village came to plead my case. Even Yu Feng and Siya were surrounded by their aunts and sisters-in-law. However, operating the machine required meticulous attention to detail, so I carefully selected a few skillful young men to learn from a master technician.
The technician was an old man nearing retirement. He didn't have many hobbies, except for a fondness for alcohol. I had him served the best wine at every meal, making him eager to share all his knowledge.
Actually, operating the oil press wasn't very complicated; anyone who wasn't an idiot could learn in three to five days. But the old man stayed in the village for over a week, eating until his face was flushed and his mouth was dripping with oil before finally leaving.
With everything in place and the winds of change blowing, I began my new money-making plan.
First, I organized all the villagers to sew burlap sacks, producing four or five thousand sacks. Then, I took people to various villages to collect peanuts, corn, and soybeans. These three things are common in every household, but they're rarely needed. Although they're not worth much, it seems a waste to throw them away, so farmers hoard them or use them to feed pigs. I bought three large warehouses full of them for a few yuan per kilogram, spending over 70,000 yuan, which made Yu Feng, Siya, and Li Yuzi feel the pinch for half a day.
After preparing the materials, we started pressing the oil.
The hand-operated oil press ran at full capacity for fourteen hours straight, with several young men working in three shifts. After half a month, the soybean oil, corn oil, and peanut oil produced were so plentiful that even the water tanks in every household in the village couldn't hold it all. In the end, they had to use pots, pans, and basins to collect it all. The whole of Chunshui Village was filled with the fragrant aroma of oil.
A busybody from a neighboring village said, "Why not just change Chunshui Village to Chunyou Village?"
This reached the ears of the village head, Li Cheng, who found it very displeasing. He seized an opportunity to pull me aside and advise, "Zixing, I know you young people are ambitious and eager to get rich overnight, I understand that. But you have to
eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. Only by being down-to-earth can you walk steadily and firmly. You have such a lucrative vegetable greenhouse, why don't you manage it and instead get involved in oil pressing? Pressing so much peanut oil, soybean oil, corn oil…
who would want it? I've lived this long, and I've never seen anyone eat this kind of oil." "Uncle, I understand all the道理 (principles/reasoning), please don't try to persuade me anymore, I know what I'm doing," I said confidently.
Seeing that I hadn't appreciated his earnest advice after all that effort, Li Cheng's face darkened. He angrily shrugged and stormed off, saying, "Fine, fine, fine, you've grown wings! You don't even listen to your uncle anymore! Don't come looking for me if anything happens to Jiang Song." Actually, Li Cheng meant well in reminding me, but he was stubborn and wouldn't listen to differing opinions; he couldn't stand anyone opposing him.
"Uncle, that's not what I meant! Listen to me..."
I called after him, but Li Cheng walked quickly, not giving me a chance to explain. I figured I'd have to let the facts speak for themselves.
That day, an official car pulled up on the main road and stopped in front of Xu Yufeng's mansion.
"Oh, Godfather, what brings you here?" I exclaimed, overjoyed to see Zhao Hongxian get out of the car.
"Hmph, what did you promise your godmother last time? She's been missing you terribly lately." Zhao Hongxian said with a stern face, feigning displeasure, "Since you won't come to see us, I had no choice but to make the trip myself."
I awkwardly held out my greasy hands, "Godfather, I've been busy!"
Zhao Hongxian found it amusing and said, "I heard you've been neglecting your duties lately, starting an oil pressing factory?"
"What factory? It's just a small workshop." I said modestly.
Zhao Hongxian pointed to the oil vats filling the yard, his eyes wide, "I heard every household in your village is filled with oil, and you call this a small workshop?"
"Hehe..." I was speechless and could only laugh awkwardly.
"Hmph!" Seeing that more and more people were gathering, Zhao Hongxian glared at me and went straight into the house, followed closely by a young man who looked like a secretary.
"What's so interesting? Get back to work!" I said in a typical capitalist tone. "If you don't work hard today, you'll be looking for a job tomorrow. Don't blame me for not warning you."
Most of the onlookers worked for me, and as soon as they heard me speak, they stopped looking at the big shot and ran away as fast as they could.
I entered the hall and saw Li Yuzi making tea for my godfather and his secretary. Looking at the new collar insignia on my godfather's tax uniform, I grinned and asked, "You got promoted?"
My godfather laughed heartily, "Yes, I did. After almost ten years in the tax system, I've finally become deputy director." He gestured to his secretary, "This is my secretary, Xiao Gao. She just graduated this year." He then said to Xiao Gao, "This is our famous 'Iron Hand Xu' Xu Zixing in Chunshui County. Don't let his youth fool you; he's only sixteen, but he's already a well-known success story. Xiao Gao, you should learn from him."
Secretary Xiao Gao nodded repeatedly, "I will definitely listen to the director and learn from Comrade Zixing."
"No, no, I'd like to ask you some tax-related questions," I said modestly.
"Then let's learn from each other, learn from each other."
"Okay! Hahaha..."
My godfather specially brought Xiao Gao to see me, which shows that this person has completely pledged allegiance to my godfather. Conversely, the fact that my godfather can employ a recent graduate as a secretary shows that this person has real talent and ability. I, Xu Zixing, like to make friends with capable people the most.
After a few polite words, the topic turned to my oil pressing factory.
"Zixing, I don't object to you starting a factory, but you must strictly follow the national regulations to pay taxes. The taxes for your vegetable base haven't been sorted out yet, and now you're starting an oil pressing factory. I'm afraid that your business is expanding too fast and you'll stumble." My godfather said earnestly.
Hearing what my godfather said, I realized that he had taken time out of his busy schedule to come and see me for the real reason. He really cared about me.
"Godfather is right. I've been so busy lately that I didn't pay much attention to the people from the town tax office when they came to collect taxes a few days ago." I took the initiative to admit my mistake.
The godfather was displeased upon hearing this: "You brat, don't think that just because your godfather got promoted you can run rampant in the village. Your godfather doesn't want to be the first Zhang Tiansen, and you absolutely can't be the first Zhang Tianlin!"
"Okay!"
"To err is human, to forgive divine." Seeing my positive attitude in admitting my mistake, my godfather praised me, saying, "Xiao Gao is very knowledgeable about legal tax avoidance. Consult him more often when you have time. You can't pay a penny less in taxes, but it's possible to reduce unnecessary taxes through legal means."
My eyes lit up. Although the government strongly supports the agricultural industry, taxation is rigorous. With all sorts of tax categories, my greenhouse vegetables would cost me at least ten thousand yuan in taxes a year. I was worried about this, and my godfather brought me talent. How could I not be happy with such a good thing? Therefore, I was even more enthusiastic towards Xiao Gao. My
godfather had only recently taken office and still had a lot of work to do. After chatting for a while, he prepared to leave.
I pulled him into the bedroom, took a packet of money from the cabinet, and gave it to him.
My godfather said unhappily, "Zixing, what are you doing? What do you take me for, Zhao Hongxian?"
"Godfather, you've misunderstood," I quickly explained. "Last time, didn't you and Uncle Fan each give me 40,000 yuan to start a vegetable greenhouse? This money is a dividend; you and Uncle Fan should split it equally."
"That money was a loan, not an investment," Zhao Hongxian refused to accept. He had invested money three months ago, and now he was getting dividends? The money came too quickly, making him feel a bit overwhelmed.
Seeing that my godfather was truly unwilling to accept the money, I had no choice but to ask indirectly, "Godfather, where do you and godmother live now?"
"The county government compound dormitory building."
"So, you don't have your own house in the county yet?"
My godfather said, "It doesn't matter, the bureau will allocate houses next winter."
"Godfather, you said it yourself, the houses won't be allocated until next winter. I don't need to elaborate on how crowded the county government compound dormitory building is, do I? Can you bear to let godmother suffer in a small dormitory?"
My godfather was the kind of good man who would rather go hungry and suffer himself than let his wife suffer even a little. After hearing my words, he couldn't help but frown.
"Godmother is a considerate person. She certainly hasn't complained to you at all these past few days, has she?" I intensified my offensive.
My godfather thought about it, and it really was true.
"A house in the county only costs tens of thousands of yuan. With this money, you can buy a beautiful big house for godmother to live in, wouldn't that be much better?"
"You brat, all you know is how to corrupt your godfather with money." My godfather helplessly surrendered.
I stuffed the money into my godfather's briefcase: "Godfather, being an official makes you rich. How many officials in this world don't get rich? Even if you don't trust others and don't dare to accept their money, I'm your godson, what are you afraid of?"
"You brat, when it comes to money, I can't argue with you." "
Haha, godfather is an official, I'm a businessman, we're in cahoots." I added, "By the way, I specially saved three thousand catties of pure peanut oil for you. I'll have Li Mingli drive it over for you later."
My godfather frowned: "What do I need so much oil for? It's just me and your godmother at home, three thousand catties of oil would last forever!"
My godfather is good in every way, but he's a bit stubborn in some aspects.
"Godfather, you've really gone mad from being an official. Is this for you to eat? This is for you to give as gifts." I was exasperated. No wonder my godfather has been a lowly tax office director for ten years. If Wei Wan and I hadn't appeared, he would probably have been suppressed by Zhang Tiansen for life.
My godfather was stunned for a moment, but remained unconvinced: "Although I've never given gifts to leaders, it doesn't mean I'm ignorant. Who gives gifts like this? I've heard of giving cigarettes and alcohol, but I've never heard of anyone giving peanut oil."
I was speechless at my godfather's lack of common sense, but what could I do? He's my godfather; if I didn't help him, who else could I help?
“Godfather, please listen to my advice. Take these three thousand catties of peanut oil and give it to your superiors. Don’t send too much at once. Send ten or eight catties for the first time, one for each family. I guarantee it won’t be more than seven days…”
Godfather still refused: “I don’t want it. Zixing, please spare me. Who gives greasy oil as a gift?
Don’t you think it’s shameful?”
I got anxious: “The leaders also need to eat. You haven’t tasted it, so you don’t know the benefits of pure peanut oil. Why don’t you have lunch at home? Once you’ve tasted dishes cooked with pure peanut oil, I guarantee you’ll want more.”
“There are still a lot of things to deal with at the bureau. I don’t have time to have lunch with you.”
The two argued back and forth, neither willing to give in, and Zhao Hongxian stubbornly refused. I thought about it and decided to let it go. He’s probably just been busy with work lately and doesn’t care much about the taste of food. Arguing with someone who doesn’t care about the quality of life is like talking to a brick wall, so I didn’t force him. I just had Li Yuzi fill a bucket for him.
I said helplessly, "Fine, you can forget about the three thousand catties. Take a bucket home and try it
first." Zhao Hongxian picked up the oil bucket, still complaining about the dirt, "Alright, take it back for your godmother to try. Zixing, I'm leaving now, the bureau is busy."
My godfather and Xiao Gao drove off in a flash, I wasn't worried. Such good oil is hard to find even with a lantern, I'm sure he'll come back.
Currently, no one sells pure peanut oil; it's a rare commodity on the market. My business strategy is to be different, without adding any impurities, only producing pure oil, taking the high-price route, and specifically targeting the wealthy!
That evening, in the county government compound dormitory building, Zhao Hongxian's new home.
Zhao Hongxian was exhausted after a long day of work, lying on the bed with his eyes closed to rest. Although work was busy and the pressure was even greater, overall, he had been quite successful lately.
Li Jie was cooking in the kitchen when the aroma of oil wafted through the air, surprising her. "Old Zhao, where did you get this oil? It smells amazing!"
Zhao Hongxian, busy with work, had long forgotten where the oil came from and made up a story: "I bought it from a store."
Li Jie pressed, "Which store? Go buy a few more tomorrow."
Zhao Hongxian was a bit tired and didn't want to get bogged down in trivial matters: "Why do we need so much oil? We can just buy more when we're done."
Li Jie was dissatisfied. She turned off the stove, stopped cooking, rushed into the bedroom, put her hands on her hips, and pointed at Zhao Hongxian:
"I don't want to waste my breath on you! Tell me the store's name, and I'll go buy another one first thing tomorrow morning... No, I have to buy a few more to send to Director Huang's house."
Director Huang was the head and secretary of the tax bureau, Zhao Hongxian's direct superior.
Zhao Hongxian sat bolt upright in surprise, exclaiming, "What? Director Huang's family needs this stuff too?"
Li Jie stared at Zhao Hongxian in bewilderment, "They're worried about dying before they've spent all their money; you've been promoted, but you've gone mad. The oil sold in the market is all mixed oil, which is bad for your health if you eat it long-term. This barrel of oil is absolutely pure peanut oil, without any impurities. Eating this kind of oil is very good for your health, prolonging life, and beautifying your complexion… Don't think Director Huang's family needs it; even the mayor's family might not be able to get any."
Zhao Hongxian was stunned for a long time after his wife's scolding. He mentally reviewed what his godson had told him, then jumped up and rushed out the door. He ran downstairs only to realize he hadn't taken his car keys or put on any clothes, so he hurriedly ran back upstairs, grabbed his clothes and keys, and left.
"Old Zhao, Old Zhao, where are you going?" Li Jie called after Zhao Hongxian.
"I'll tell you later," Zhao Hongxian said, starting his car and speeding away.
Watching her husband's car drive further and further away, Li Jie stared blankly at herself, muttering, "Wasn't he fine just now? Why did he suddenly act crazy? Did I say something wrong?"
Li Jie went over and over what she had just said several times, but still couldn't figure out what she had done wrong.

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