Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

The day after the scarred man decided to take action, Wang Jianjun rode his motorcycle home from get off work as usual.

But halfway through the journey, I found that the road I usually took home had been blocked by wooden piers and stones.

Wang Jianjun took a look at the obstacles and became secretly alert.

He takes this route every time he goes to and from get off work, and has never encountered such a thing before.

Just as he was wondering, several footsteps were heard from behind him.

Wang Jianjun looked back and saw a dozen people holding sticks gathering towards him.

Wang Jianjun narrowed his eyes and glanced at these people.

This is a sign of bad intentions.

But he really doesn't take these people seriously.

He parked the car and watched these people with interest to see what tricks they were going to play.

"Wang Jianjun, right? Sorry, we brothers have to use your hands and feet to exchange for some money today, but don't worry, we will keep you alive."

The scarred man who was speaking now had a knife in his hand.

Wang Jianjun also saw a gun at his lower back.

Someone hired someone to deal with me?

The first person Wang Jianjun thought of was Yang Weimin.

After all, he is the only one who has a grudge against me recently.

"Brothers, let's do it. Remember not to damage the motorcycle. I want to keep it as a collection."

"Don't worry, Boss. I'll leave this to..."

Before one of the younger brothers could finish his words, there was a bang and the man fell to the ground with blood spurting out of his head.

By the time the people around him reacted, the man's head was already bleeding.

The wound was bloody and there was blood on a fist-sized stone nearby.

Where did the stone come from?

Everyone looked shocked.

But Wang Jianjun didn't give these people a chance to hesitate.

He simply flipped his hands and two steel pipes appeared in his hands. Then he rushed towards these people like a wolf among a flock of sheep and started beating them with sticks.

Those hooligans were also aroused by the beating of their companions, but their brutality was extinguished the next moment.

In just a blink of an eye, three people had their limbs broken and fell to the ground, crying and wailing in pain.

The scarred man was so frightened that he subconsciously wanted to pull out his gun to kill Wang Jianjun.

But when he touched his lower back, he found that the gun was gone.

By the time he reacted, he was hit by a powerful stick.

When the remaining brothers saw that their boss had failed, they were so scared that they turned around and ran away, but Wang Jianjun didn't give them any chance.

With a thought, a few stones appeared in his hand.

After scanning and locking onto the target, he transformed himself into a human catapult and smashed towards those people.

His strength is incredible.

Anyone who was hit would scream and fall to the ground.

The scar-faced man is actually a cautious person.

This time he brought nearly twenty people.

And everyone was carrying a weapon, and he himself was carrying a gun.

No expert can fail to master such a combination.

But this time I happened to meet Wang Jianjun.

In less than two minutes, all these people were lying on the ground.

Wang Jianjun picked up the stick and checked them one by one.

As long as the injury is not serious, just cut off the hands and feet.

Since these people want to cut off his hands and feet, let them experience the feeling of having their hands and feet broken first.

After teaching these people a lesson, Wang Jianjun grabbed the scarred man and slapped him a few times to wake him up.

The scarred man looked at the surrounding situation and knew that he was doomed. He was so angry with Yang Weimin that his teeth were itching.

Damn, you said this guy can fight, but you didn’t say he is so good at fighting.

If he had known what the other party meant, he would never have chosen to die.

The scarred man begged for mercy directly:

"Brother, I admit defeat. If you let me go this time, I will tell you who is going to deal with you, and I will also give you all the money that the other party paid."

Wang Jianjun shook his head and said:

"Of course I know who is going to deal with me. As for waking you up, it's mainly because I'm afraid you won't feel pain when I break your legs."

As Wang Jianjun said this, he broke the other party's legs in front of his astonished gaze.

The scarred man was in so much pain that he had lost control of his lower body.

He wished he could just faint so he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

After dealing with these thugs, Wang Jianjun kicked aside the roadblocks and drove his motorcycle to find Old Man Chen.

After a while, Old Man Chen came with a large group of people to arrest people.

Holding those people lying on the ground with broken limbs, Old Man Chen looked at Wang Jianjun speechlessly.

"I'm about to retire, and you're still looking for trouble for me."

"Aren't I doing you a favor?"

"What the hell! I'm about to retire, so what's the point of all these achievements? I have to arrange for people to take these people to the hospital when their limbs are crippled."

Wang Jianjun smiled awkwardly. He was so focused on venting his sexual desire that he didn't put in any effort.

"But you did catch me a big fish."

As Old Man Chen said this, he stepped forward and kicked Scarface's broken leg.

The scarred man was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Li Bing, do you still remember the Gong An you killed in Taizhuang?"

The scarred man looked at Old Man Chen in shock, and finally lowered his head dejectedly.

Wang Jianjun then handed a gun to Old Man Chen and said:

"Let's see if we can sentence this man to death."

The scarred man looked at the gun with horror. He wondered when this gun came into Wang Jianjun's hands.

"This Li Bing was a habitual criminal in Sijiu City before. He later killed someone and was wanted by us. He has been hiding everywhere for these years and we have never found him. Two years ago, he even killed one of our colleagues. He stole this gun."

Old man Chen sighed and said:

"You have done us a big favor today, but you have also caused us a lot of trouble. Let's just say that your merits and demerits offset each other this time."

The more Wang Jianjun listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. He wondered if this old man Chen wanted to take credit for his contribution.

"Uncle Chen, I don't ask you for any credit, but there is something I need to tell you. These people were called by Yang Weimin."

Hearing this, Old Man Chen's face instantly turned ugly.

He was silent for a while and then said:

"I'd like to apologize to you on behalf of Old Liu. You don't have to give Old Liu face this time. I will personally lead people to arrest Yang Weimin."

Hearing this, Wang Jianjun also laughed:

"Uncle Chen, can I go with you when you arrest people? I'm afraid Yang Weimin will put up a last stand. You know my strength."

Old man Chen looked at Wang Jianjun with disdain and cursed:

"Do you really think that we are just decorations? That guy has no chance of turning over. Why bother to add insult to injury? Yang Yong will be embarrassed if that happens."