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

Just then, an older, smug-looking hoodlum suddenly spoke up:
"You don't even know who he is? Let me tell you, he was the 'big madman' who was famous in our DJ county a few years ago!"

In fact, the legend of "the big madman" has gradually disappeared from the local gangster circles.

After all, the turnover rate in the underdog circle is the fastest, and very few people can actually make it to the top.

As many people get older, they realize that there's no future in just drifting along aimlessly, and naturally choose to quit.

The same applies to any industry: as long as someone leaves, someone else will join. Therefore, the deeds left behind by the older generation of slackers will soon be submerged in the long river of history.

However, with Wang An's actual record right in front of them, the old hoodlum's words immediately attracted the attention of a group of onlookers.

Someone immediately asked:

"'The Madman'? I've never heard of such a ruthless person. I've been living in the county town for almost two years now."

The old thug glanced disdainfully at the speaker and said with even more arrogance:
"That's because you entered this industry late. If you had entered a few years earlier, without even a bit of bragging, just hearing the name of the 'Big Crazy Man' would have scared you so much you'd wet your pants."

"Let me tell you, this madman has just had his fill of fun and is done with it. If he were still in the county town, who would have a say in the area south of the town? They would have been dealt with by him long ago."

After the old thug finished speaking, another man immediately came over, took out a cigarette, handed it to the old thug, and then lit it for him with a match before saying with a smile:

"Brother, there's nothing to do here, so why don't you tell us what's going on with this crazy guy?"

The old hoodlum took a satisfying drag on his cigarette, then glanced at the young man who had offered him one, and said:
"Then let me tell you about the first few years?"

After the old scoundrel finished speaking, the others chimed in with their own comments:
"Tell us about it, so we can all hear it too."

"Okay, brother, just tell me what you want. I'll give you some Ganoderma lucidum after you finish this cigarette."

"I also have Ice City cigarettes, so I'm sure I'll have no problem with that."

These days, there aren't many entertainment options, so what this old hoodlum was saying immediately attracted the keen interest of those around him.

The main thing is that these young people may not care about other things, but they are quite interested in things like fighting and fishing.

The phrase "搭虾子" mentioned here is a vulgar dialect term, which can also be interpreted as "泡妞子" (pào niū zi). On the surface, it means to date or have a girlfriend, but it carries a somewhat ambiguous connotation, similar to the southern expression "挂马子" (guà mǎ zi).

The old hoodlum nodded with a smile after hearing what these people said, cleared his throat, and said:

"Let me tell you, in the first few years, our county was divided into four areas, which were divided into east, west, south, and north. And then, in each area, there was a ruthless person among ruthless people."

Taking a drag of his cigarette, the old hoodlum slowly began to speak:
"These four ruthless men are called: East Knife, South Madman, West Whip, and North Pockmarked Man."

"Among these four ruthless men, Knife is the most ruthless. He always carries several knives with him, and he can stab people whenever he wants. He's also incredibly fast at stabbing people. There are quite a few people he's stabbed. Just last year, he stabbed someone to death, and then he got shot."

It has to be said that this old scoundrel is not good at storytelling at all. He summed up the life of a big shot in just a few sentences, which was not interesting at all.

So someone immediately followed up with the question:
"What about that madman? What great things has he done? Tell me more, don't be stingy."

"Yeah, right? How can you tell a story like that? You just finish it in a couple of sentences, damn it."

The old hoodlum smiled slightly, seemingly enjoying the attention he received, and said:
"This madman, the Southern Madman, is the fiercest fighter here. He's incredibly ruthless. No matter who he fights with, or whether he can win or not, once he starts fighting, he goes completely mad." "He fights like his life depends on it, he fights like his life depends on it. He breaks two pickaxe handles in one battle. Just think about how fierce he is in a fight. Otherwise, people wouldn't have given him the nickname 'The Madman.'"

As he spoke, the old hoodlum looked on with a nostalgic expression, squinted his eyes, and continued:

"I remember the time they fought the hardest was with Nan Fengzi and his gang, and then with Xi Bianzi and his gang!"

"Damn, you guys didn't see that scene. That madman had an ash pickaxe handle in each hand. He was basically swinging those two handles until they were practically smoking. I think he took down more than ten people in that fight."

As he spoke, the old scoundrel gestured as if he had already transformed into Wang An, wielding a pickaxe and fighting with someone.

But you know what? As the old hoodlum added his physical performance to his narration, the audience became even more engrossed. Many people stared intently at him, their fists clenching involuntarily.

In the world of scoundrels, the strong always reign supreme. As these people listened to the old scoundrel recount Wang An's past "glorious achievements," they couldn't help but feel their blood boil.

Just as people were engrossed in listening, the old scoundrel suddenly fell silent, and kept opening and closing his right index and middle fingers.

It was obvious that the old scoundrel wanted a cigarette.

The old scoundrel only continued his story after someone placed a cigarette between his two fingers and lit it.

To be honest, this old scoundrel was dressed in tattered clothes with ripped patterns, and his cotton-padded jacket had several holes where the cotton was leaking out. He couldn't even afford a cigarette. At first glance, he looked like a beggar. I don't know why he was still a lowly scoundrel and continued to mess around.

Wang An was unaware of these things, and of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. People can say whatever they want.

The key point is that at this moment, Wang An and Huang Zhong were already sitting in a noodle shop eating noodles.

Then Wang An said to Huang Zhong:
"The family of Song Ping's mistress, the one in Taiping Village, if we go to their village at night, will you still be able to find their house?"

Although Song Ping had already said that the man named Song Shuanzhu was unaware of Song Ping's poisoning, Wang An still wanted to confirm it.

If Song Shuanzhu had known the truth, Wang An wouldn't have cared whether Song Ping's mistress, who was also Song Shuanzhu's wife, could survive in the future.

To put it bluntly, whether she lives or dies is none of Wang An's business.

Wang An disliked procrastination, which is why he asked Huang Zhong this question.

Huang Zhong thought for a moment and said:
"We can find them, but there are quite a few dogs in their village. If we startle everyone in the village, it will be difficult for us to escape."

Wang An waved his hand and said:

"I don't need you. You don't need to go. Just find out which family Song Ping's mistress lives in, and that's it. I'll take care of it for him myself, damn it."

Huang Zhong looked at Wang An with a conflicted expression and said:

"Brother, are you sure you can manage by yourself? Or should I go with you? That way we can look out for each other."

Wang An shook his head again and said:

"No need. If things get bad, I'll just run away. They can't catch me." (End of Chapter)