Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 1146 A dead Taoist friend is not dead but a poor Taoist

The two men walked up to Lü Xiaowen, and one of them whispered to him:
"Xiaowen, we were forced into this, so please don't blame us. But don't worry, we definitely won't beat you up too badly."

As he was speaking, the man gave Lü Xiaowen a light, almost painless kick.

Seeing this, another person followed suit, raising his foot high and gently kicking Lü Xiaowen.

It's obvious that this kid isn't using as much force as the previous one.

Wang An noticed this, frowned, picked up a pickaxe handle from the ground, and walked over.

To be honest, Wang An didn't know what those two were thinking; they always tried to cheat and shirk responsibility.

But these two didn't realize that Wang An had already beaten up that kid before, so how could he possibly be short of the two of them?

As he approached, Wang An said with a cold smile:

"You two are something else. You don't want to get beaten up, but you don't want to offend anyone either. Do you two really think I'm an idiot?"

Seeing that Wang An was about to lose his temper, the young man who had told Lü Xiaowen not to use so much force immediately begged for mercy:
"Grandpa, grandpa, please give me a chance. I'll definitely try my best this time, I'll definitely try my best."

Without saying a word, Wang An swung the pickaxe handle at the boy's groin.

The kid instinctively tried to block with his hand, but he forgot that fingers can't stop a pickaxe handle. So, immediately afterward, a scream that didn't sound like a human was heard.

The boy squatted on the ground, hugged his arms, and began to wail. His cries were so pitiful that they sent chills down the spines of anyone who heard them.

You know, the saying "the ten fingers are connected to the heart" is no joke, so you can imagine how much pain this kid's hand must have been in.

Wang An didn't care whether he was in pain or not, and swung the pickaxe handle, hitting him on the back and arms repeatedly.

To be honest, what Wang An hates and finds most annoying is people who are two-faced. They agree verbally but then have to play the clever trick, as if they are the only smart person in the world and everyone else is a fool.

Wang An swung his pickaxe handle and knocked the kid to the ground, paralyzing him.

When the kid was only whimpering, Wang An turned to look at the last person standing among the four, and said with a smile:

"Look, he tried to play tricks on me, and I beat him up like this."

Immediately afterwards, Wang An handed over the pickaxe handle, then pointed to the man who had been slapped several times and kicked by Wang An, and was now lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and said:
“I’ll give you a chance. Use this pickaxe handle to break that kid’s leg. If you can’t break his leg, then break his arm. Anyway, if you dare to try anything funny with us, I’ll break both your arms and legs.”

Wang An's cruelty and ruthlessness completely shattered the values ​​of these people, but to be honest, the fact that he would break arms and legs so easily was really hard to accept.

That's just Wang An's style of doing things; he either doesn't take action at all, or when he does, he goes all out.

They dare to commit robbery in broad daylight; that's incredibly arrogant.

The key point is that Wang An is the most wronged person. They were fired from the processing plant because of their own character problems, but they blamed Wang An for it.

That's absolutely shameless!
After Wang An finished speaking, the last remaining boy took the pickaxe handle from Wang An's hand, and with a dazed look in his eyes and trembling lips, walked towards the man who was pretending to be dead.

To be honest, when people face great danger, the "humanity" they exhibit is mostly the same: "It's better to die for your fellow practitioners than for yourself."

So, the young man swung the pickaxe handle, like chopping wood, and viciously struck the arm of the man pretending to be dead. The man, no longer feigning death, rolled away, trying to escape, shouting loudly:

"Ermingzi, you actually did it?"

However, at this point, Ermingzi was completely intimidated by Wang An's big 54 pistol and Wang An's skills.

At this moment, Ermingzi knew very well that Wang An was a man of his word, and if he dared not do as Wang An asked, his own arms and legs would definitely be broken by Wang An.

To be fair, the kid's guess was spot on, because that was exactly what Wang An thought.

Ermingzi wanted to hit the arm of the kid who was pretending to be dead, and the kid who was pretending to be dead wanted to dodge. But how could a person's rolling speed be faster than the speed of a pickaxe handle falling?

So Ermingzi's pickaxe handle landed squarely on the elbow of the kid who was pretending to be dead, and with a "crack," the kid's left forearm drooped down.

Then, the boy who was pretending to be dead let out a bloodcurdling scream through gritted teeth:

"Er Mingzi, I'm fucking damn it."

If Wang An wasn't mistaken, the kid's arm was definitely broken.

For some reason, this dog-eat-dog situation made Wang An feel incredibly excited and exhilarated.

So Wang An laughed loudly, like a madman:
"Good, awesome! Let's beat him to a pulp, hahaha!"

Of the four, only Ermingzi was unharmed; the other three, including Lü Xiaowen, fared quite badly.

However, Wang An did not intend to do anything more to this person named Er Mingzi, because Wang An could see that Er Mingzi was the kind of "dung beetle" in the team, who could only follow along and not accomplish anything significant.

After laughing, Wang An stepped forward, patted Ermingzi on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"In a bit, you take those three back to their hometown. After that, when you have some free time, go and find out who that hoodlum in our county used to be, nicknamed 'Big Madman,' and what his name was. Then decide whether to retaliate against me or not. Hahahaha, by the way, I'm not called 'Big Madman' anymore. I've switched to being a platoon leader. Hahahaha."

After Wang An finished speaking, he turned to leave, but then turned back, patted Er Mingzi on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"You hit that pickaxe handle really well, hahaha!"

Wang An gave Er Mingzi a thumbs-up, then laughed and walked back to the four-wheeled vehicle.

After carefully examining the areas that had been struck by the broadsword and pickaxe handle, I have to commend the solid materials used in these items.

The areas that were hit by the pickaxe handle and the four-wheeled vehicle were unharmed except for two small marks left by the broadsword on the tire cover.

Too lazy to argue any further, Wang An shifted the gear of the four-wheeled vehicle and then took out the crank handle to start it.

After glancing at the four guys who had been beaten up after their robbery attempt, Wang An smiled and drove away in his four-wheeled vehicle.

　Thank you so much, "Wall Climbing Swordsman"!

　　Thank you so much, Brother Hei A Niu!

　　Wishing both of you brothers good luck in everything you do, and may all your wishes come true and may you make a fortune!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)