No. 43: A Stroll in the Garden, a Shocking Dream (Part 2)

  Nancheng Park is just a nickname, this place was originally only a windbreak forest, but later due to the expansion of the city, the effect of the windbreak forest was gradually replaced by high-rise buildings. Therefore, for aesthetic purposes, the government built a small square in the woods, built several small pavilions, and dug out a medium-sized pond, unintentionally turning this place into a small park where elderly men and women dance during the day.

  But everything has its pros and cons, although this park provides a place for ordinary people to relax after dinner, it also becomes a good place for hiding dirt. At night, many young people who are not even considered hoodlums make this their gathering place and stronghold. There was once someone who founded a large organization with a black society nature called "Wen Dong Gang" by burning yellow paper and cutting chicken heads, but it was jointly eradicated by the local police station and neighborhood committee cadres the next day.

  But this can't stop the delinquents from continuing to have a good time here, so the crime rate around Nanjing Park has always been high after 8pm. And ordinary people won't come here to do something after nightfall, unless they are really itching for trouble or owe someone money.

  It's just a broken place, and it happens to be Wang Jian's destination for tonight. He sits in Dawei's car, eating the egg pancake he bought from a roadside stall, looking ahead with his eyes full of oil: "How much longer?"

  "Ah." Dawei pointed to the woods beside him: "That's it, I was looking for the entrance."

  "Let's get out of here." Wang Jian patted the windshield: "Just park by the side of the road, where you can't even see a single hair."

  Dawei looked back and also had a lot of doubts: "Yes, it's just across the street, how can the difference be so big? There is still a night market on that side, but as soon as you turn around, there is no one."

  "It's probably haunted."

  Wang Jian opened the car door and slipped into the dark forest, feeling his way forward towards a place with some lights on. Dawei followed closely behind, muttering to himself as he walked.

  The two of them walked for about fifty or sixty meters, and suddenly the scene in front of them opened up. The road surface also changed from muddy ground to cement bricks. The dim light of the street lamps seemed particularly ambiguous.

  It's probably because the weather is still a bit chilly, so there aren't many people in this small park. As a result, Wang Jian couldn't tell where Tang Jun was at that moment either. Judging from his tone just now, it seemed unlikely that he had such good acting skills to deceive Wang Jian.

  So it was inevitable for him to get into trouble, but just didn't know where exactly he got into trouble.

  "Just now I heard him say that they were hiding in the toilet, where is this toilet?" Wang Jian lit a cigarette and looked around: "How can I find it?"

  Dawei stroked his chin and murmured in agreement, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Let's split up to search instead. If we keep going like this, even if we find them, they'll all be beaten to death."

  Wang Jian nodded and then parted ways with Dawei, but five minutes later, Wang Jian suddenly received a text message from Dawei, asking him to hurry to the north corner of the park.

  As soon as he saw the information, Wang Jian threw down his cigarette butt and took off in a sprint, successfully meeting up with Dawei two minutes later. Then, Dawei led Wang Jian through a thick cluster of overgrown bushes and around to the back of a small cottage that was lit up.

  Wang Jian wrinkled his nose and sniffed: "Hmmm... it's a toilet."

  "Come on."

  Dawei and Wang Jian went around from behind the toilet, and suddenly found that about twenty people were gathered at the corner of the front of the toilet, about thirty meters away, surrounding something and punching and kicking.

  And next to this group of people, there was a young man standing with his hair covering half of his eyes, holding a cigarette in his hand, and smiling as he watched the group.

  "Hey." Wang Jian called out: "What are you doing over there?"

  "This has nothing to do with you, hurry up and leave if you're just passing by." The young man glanced at Wang Jian sideways: "I'm in a good mood today, don't get yourselves into trouble."

  Wang Jian didn't bother with the arrogant kid, he just walked straight over and grabbed the collar of one of the kids who was fighting the most fiercely: "Get out of my way!"

  With this sudden interruption, the group beating stopped immediately, and everyone stared at this strange man who had appeared out of nowhere. Wang Jian didn't even glance at these people, but instead walked silently to the center, squatted down, patted the head of the person being beaten, who was covering their head with both hands.

  "Teacher..."

  It was indeed Tang Jun, although his nose was blue and swollen, fortunately he didn't disfigure himself, so Wang Jian could still recognize him at a glance under the lamp light. And when he saw Wang Jian, he also shed tears and snot, looking extremely pitiful.

  "Are you alone?"

  "Hmm... I let them go."

  "Not bad."

  After a simple conversation, Wang Jian stood up and looked around: "Who made the first move."

  "Hey, you're still quite arrogant, old man." The young man who had been smiling all along pushed through the crowd and walked up to Wang Jian: "This traitor calls you teacher? And he's still a teacher like this?"

  With a loud "slap", the two young men were slapped by Wang Jian and spun around in mid-air for two circles, spitting out several teeth after landing, with blood all over their faces and mouths, their eardrums seemingly shattered by the slap, their heads buzzing with a humming noise, dizziness overwhelming them, a mouthful of air stuck in their chests unable to come up or go down, their bodies and faces throbbing in pain, on the verge of passing out.

  Before he could even pass out, Wang Jian kicked him in the stomach, sending him rolling several meters to the side into a clump of grass.

  "Who else?"

  Wang Jian didn't even take a deep breath, but instead shielded Tang Jun behind him and faced the group of young men in front of him with an icy expression, his aura vast and his momentum full.

  "When you're trash, you've got to have the style of being trash." Wang Jian let out a cold snort: "You guys are even worse than trash."

  After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at Tang Jun: "Who hit you the hardest? Hit back."

  Tang Jun shook his head and retreated behind Wang Jian, saying in a low voice: "Forget it, teacher... there are too many of them."

  "Are there many people?" Wang Jian's eyes turned cold, glancing at the group of ill-behaved youngsters who were clenching their fists and sharpening their knives: "I'll let you off with one hand, consider yourselves lucky."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian stood up straight and looked at Dawei with a pretentious expression: "Come on, hand over the belt to me."

  Dawei happily removed the belt from his pants and took off the metal buckle, after all, that thing was easy to hurt people, he didn't dare confirm whether Wang Jian could hold back, so safety first.

  After taking the belt, Wang Jian put one hand in his pocket and smiled all over his face: "What? Don't come quickly? Must be like an animation waiting for me to transform?"

  At this time, the young man who was kicked into the bushes by Dawei crawled out with a bloody face and pointed at Wang Jian, shouting: "Beat... beat him to death!"

  At the instruction of Lao Da, those little ones naturally went up. Those who held sticks in their hands held sticks, those who held spring knives held spring knives, and those who held electric wires held electric wires. They cursed dirty words in their mouths and rushed towards Wang Jian with a loud shout.

  But they soon found out that Wang Jian's belt was like a storm, crackling and whipping whoever was in front, whoever rushed forward the fastest, and whoever shouted the loudest. In no time, seven or eight people were already rolling on the ground, clutching their faces and heads, with various knives and tools scattered all over the floor.

  After a small, short-haired youth rushed to Wang Jian's face and was slapped away by Wang Jian, the group of hooligans didn't dare move. One by one, their legs went soft and they slowly retreated backwards.

  "Get out!"

  Wang Jian let out a loud roar, and this group of people who couldn't even be considered thugs didn't care about their own boss anymore, they immediately took off running wildly, and even the people who were knocked to the ground by Wang Jian scrambled to follow behind them and disappeared into the tall greenery.

  Just then, the little thug who had been slapped in the mouth by Wang Jian suddenly appeared behind him and raised a thick concrete brick to strike.

  "Teacher! Be careful!"

  As the words came out, the cement brick had already fallen halfway, and it was about to be too late to hit Wang Jian's head. But who knew that at this time, Wang Jian suddenly made a sideways elbow strike on the chest of that little scoundrel, and a fierce force directly knocked this poor wretch flying.

  It was a real knock-out, just like the ones you often see in movies, where people fly backwards with such elegance, flying for a full three meters before thudding to the ground and rolling around like a ball several times.

  "What a fierce and powerful move......" Lin Yaxuan, who was squatting behind the green belt and watching Wang Jian's performance, looked at him with eyes wide with surprise: "This move surpasses Bruce Lee."

  "Really? I also like Bruce Lee." Tianran blinked her eyes and frowned: "But he's fighting again..."

  Two girls were chatting next to him, while Kai Zixu's face was gloomy, and his mind kept repeating only one sentence "Damn the empty-handed way, damn the broken empty-handed way". Anyway, Kai Zixu's proud physique had already been beaten into a pulp by Wang Jian, now the only thing that might be stronger than Wang Jian... is probably just having more money.

  "Teacher...... forget it!" Just as Wang Jian was about to walk over and step on the little rascal's head, Tang Jun suddenly pulled him back: "Forget it..."

  Wang Jian shook off Tang Jun and continued to speak lightly: "This kind of trash, even if they die, no one will say anything. At worst, I'll just consider it self-defense."

  Tang Jun was pushed away and wanted to move forward, but Wang Jian glared at him fiercely, stopping him in his tracks. He could only watch as Wang Jian slowly walked forward.

  "Hey, kid." Wang Jian kicked the little scoundrel's head with his foot: "Any unfulfilled wishes?"

  "Spare me... Please."

  Wang Jian lowered his head and took a glance at the little wretch who was crying while hugging his thigh, sighed, and shook his head: "It's too late."

  Something unexpected happened, the young man who was just calm and collected suddenly burst into a loud wail after Wang Jian finished speaking, his crying sounded miserable, as if he had lost his father.

  "Ah Jian, Ah Jian!" Tian Ran finally couldn't take it anymore and rushed out from the flower bed to stop Wang Jian: "Don't do this!"

  Wang Jian lowered his head and looked at Tian Ran Er: "Even you've come..."

  "Hey! I'm the one who sent a message telling her we're here." Dawei raised his hand: "Sorry, I sold you out."

  "You're overthinking."

  Wang Jian's originally serious face suddenly burst out with a brilliant smile, and in a Terminator-like rough voice said: "I'm an acting expert."

  At this time, Tang Jun, with a humble and embarrassed expression, limped to Wang Jian's side, pointing at the young boy who was crying uncontrollably and said weakly: "Te...teacher... he is also from our class, Cheng Hui."