Wang Yin sneered and said, "Wu Song, you killed a sick cat to save your own life back then, and later, for the sake of pleasure, you became Shi En's lackey. You also indiscriminately killed innocent people at the Mandarin Duck Tower. In my eyes, you are nothing but a clown." Many of the heroes couldn't help but curse him.
Fang Zhenjiang scratched his itch and said, "Whatever you say."
Wang Yin continued, "Back then..."
Fang Zhenjiang stamped his foot and said, "Brother, we're here to fight, not to follow a plot. Have you finished your nonsense?"
Wang Yin looked up and chuckled, "Good. Back in the day..."
Fang Zhenjiang rushed up and punched Wang Yin in the chin: "Go to hell, you're more long-winded than a taxi driver!" It was clear that those incomprehensible words were quite troubling and annoying to the construction worker.
Wang Yin never expected that the mighty Wu Song would launch a sneak attack on him. He dodged to the side, stunned, and said, "You..."
Fang Zhenjiang didn't give him a chance to speak, relentlessly throwing punches and kicks. Wang Yin dodged a few blows, but Fang Zhenjiang punched him in the chest again. This time, Wang Yin didn't dodge; instead, an arm shot out, aiming straight for Fang Zhenjiang's throat. If this hit, Wang Yin would inevitably be injured, but Fang Zhenjiang would certainly die on the spot. The heroes couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Fang Zhenjiang hurriedly turned to leave, but Wang Yin, not one to back down, clenched his fists and pounded them against the back of Fang Zhenjiang's head. The heroes, being of one mind, shouted a warning: "Brother Wu Song, watch out behind you!"
I've always looked down on those who shout from the sidelines when others are fighting, trying to help out. They just yell randomly, and many people get knocked down because they get distracted by what others are shouting.
Fortunately, Fang Zhenjiang not only inherited Wu Song's kung fu but also had rich fighting experience. Without hesitation, he rushed forward a few steps and kicked back with a spinning kick. Wang Yin shouted and rammed his head into Fang Zhenjiang's groin. This move seemed like a rogue's trick, but it was actually insidious and ruthless. Caught off guard, Fang Zhenjiang could only press his hands on the top of his head, raise his legs high, and leap behind him like a vaulting horse, grabbing a handful of his head in the process.
These two men, one a truck driver and the other a construction worker, are both skilled in martial arts, but they still can't shake their unorthodox fighting style.
After watching for a while, the heroes, such as Lu Junyi and Lin Chong, shook their heads repeatedly, while Li Kui, Zhang Qing, and the others cheered and exclaimed that it was very exciting.
Both men were powerful fighters, their blows echoing loudly in the open space. However, it quickly became clear to the onlookers that while Fang Zhenjiang's attacks were fierce, his aim was simply to knock his opponent down, whereas Wang Yin's every move was aimed at vital points, as if he wanted to grind his opponent to dust. This was understandable; Fang Zhenjiang only wanted money, while Wang Yin was driven by deep hatred.
Fang Zhenjiang, of course, saw it too. In the blink of an eye, he spat on the ground and cursed, "Damn it, you're serious!" As he spoke, he pulled his vest off his head, twirled it a few times, and swung it like a weapon. The vest was already soaked with his sweat, and with his swing, it actually made a "whooshing" sound in the air. Wang Yin hurriedly stepped back.
Lin Chong exclaimed in surprise, "Bound the wet material into a stick!"
Sure enough, Fang Zhenjiang used the vest as a weapon, forcing Wang Yin to dodge repeatedly. I thought to myself, this is only because it's summer and he's not wearing much. If he were wearing a military overcoat in the dead of winter, wouldn't Fang Zhenjiang be holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade right now?
Although it was just a vest, Fang Zhenjiang still seemed to be at a disadvantage, while Wang Yin had nothing at all. Of course, he could take off his clothes and go shirtless with Fang Zhenjiang, but as everyone knows, those pure cotton two-strand vests these days are elastic; once taken off, they're barely bigger than a sock, only good for holding as a slingshot...
Another way is to take off your pants; if used well, it can even be used as a nunchaku. But I don't think Wang Yin would have the time or the courage to do so.
From the perspective of binding wet material into sticks, it seems that Superman and Batman's fondness for wearing tight thermal underwear and large capes has a reasonable explanation: they may also have mastered this technique, just in case.
The saying "In a battle between masters, whether one side has a weapon or not is not enough to affect the overall situation" is either wrong, or these two people may not even be considered masters. Anyway, after Fang Zhenjiang got this "vest stick," he began to gleefully beat Wang Yin. Old Wang parried a few times, and his hands were swollen. Finally, he roared and pounced on him without regard for anything else. Fang Zhenjiang crouched down and wrapped his arm around Wang Yin's leg. Wang Yin kicked him in the shoulder and used the force to fly backward. Fang Zhenjiang's shoulder immediately turned bruised, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury. He threw the vest at Wang Yin's face. Wang Yin shouted and his hand, shaped like a snake's mouth, darted towards the hidden weapon. With this move, he could probably pierce even an iron plate, let alone a piece of clothing.
However, he miscalculated one thing: because the hidden weapon was a piece of clothing, it would come undone. It nimbly slid across Wang Yin's steel-like arm, blinding him. Fang Zhenjiang, of course, wouldn't miss this opportunity. He leaped forward, landing two punches and a kick squarely on Wang Yin's chest. He then caught the falling vest, wiping his sweat and saying, "You flatter me, brother."
Wang Yin tumbled backward and landed on the ground. He quickly stood up, spat out the blood and foam from his mouth, and continued to fight desperately.
"Stop!" Li Tianrun grabbed Wang Yin, holding the phone to his ear as he spoke to Wang Yin, "The boss said to stop fighting. We concede this round."
Wang Yin shook off Li Tianrun and continued walking towards Fang Zhenjiang while coughing: "He's not my boss!"
Li Tianrun frowned as he listened to what was being said on the phone. Suddenly, he pulled Wang Yin back again: "The person you were fighting with wasn't Wu Song at all!"
"What?" Wang Yin stood there, stunned, staring at Fang Zhenjiang with suspicion, and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Li Tianrun pulled him aside, walked up to me and said, "Our boss has figured it out. Even if this brother who stood up for you is Wu Song, he definitely didn't take that pill. Now..." He took out another pill from his pocket that was exactly the same as the one from yesterday and handed it to me, "Let's give you one more chance to make him really turn back."
I glanced at the camera lens and secretly admired the man's sharp eye. He had likely already discerned from Fang Zhenjiang's words and actions that he was still a naive modern person, and if he were the real Wu Song, he wouldn't hesitate to attack.
Just then, Fang Zhenjiang approached me and held out his hand, saying, "So this counts as a win, right? Where's my money?" Li Tianrun promptly placed a card in my hand, saying, "This is 1 million, the password is six zeros."
I said, "You haven't paid for that match yet!"
Li Tianrun was very embarrassed. After listening to the phone for a while, he said, "I'll give it to you next time."
I placed the card in Fang Zhenjiang's hand: "Did you hear that?"
Fang Zhenjiang held up the card to me and said, "I'll leave you the 500,000."
I held the pill in my palm and asked, "Do you want to take this pill? Once you take it, you'll know whether we lied to you or not."
Fang Zhenjiang couldn't help but examine the medicine closely, saying, "To be honest, I didn't believe it at all before, but now it's hard to say. There have been too many strange things lately."
The heroes gathered around, shouting, "Brother Wu Song, don't hesitate, eat up!"
Fang Zhenjiang stared at the medicine again, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Wu Yong pushed through the crowd and stepped forward, saying, "Brother Wu Song, don't worry anymore. If we wanted to harm you, we wouldn't need to give you poison."
Fang Zhenjiang finally reached out to take the mysterious pill, and I saw his hand tremble slightly.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Fang Zhenjiang's wrist; it was Bao Jin.
Bao Jin looked directly into Fang Zhenjiang's eyes and said, word by word, "Brother, have you thought this through? Once you eat it, you'll be two different people. You'll be facing memories from two lifetimes. You might lose yourself, just like I did!"
After hearing him say that, Li Tianrun also showed a complicated expression.
The heroes stopped urging him and waited quietly for Wu Song to make his decision.
Fang Zhenjiang glanced around at everyone, finally lowered his hand, smiled and said, "How about this, I'll believe what you say for now, and from now on I'm your Wu Song brother. But I won't take this medicine yet, please allow me to think about it."
Wang Yin said sternly, "Wu Song, once you take this pill, you will be a different person, and we will have to fight to the death. But I will not make things difficult for you until you take it."
Fang Zhenjiang glanced at him and laughed, "Brother, it's not that I'm afraid of you, I just have some things to take care of." After saying that, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the heroes, "I know you look down on me, but since we're brothers now, I might as well be frank. My mother has an eye disease and needs surgery, my sister needs to go to university, and I need money right now!"
The heroes looked at each other and all felt regret.
Lu Junyi stepped forward and said to Fang Zhenjiang, "You go and do your own thing first. My brothers and I are waiting for you."
Fang Zhenjiang chuckled, gave Zhang Qing and Lin Chong a quick hug, then draped his vest over his shoulder and walked away into the distance.