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

What they didn't know was that Wang An, now free from the threat of being attacked from both sides, was not someone they, a bunch of scoundrels, could handle.

Before practicing martial arts, Wang An was able to wield two pickaxe handles and lead his men to victory against overwhelming odds. Now, although Wang An only has one pickaxe handle, it is still enough.

Wang An ran and stopped intermittently, his gait unpredictable. Every now and then, he would turn around and swing his pickaxe handle at the person who had caught up first.

This kind of procrastination tactic is something Wang An excels at.

It should be noted that Wang An was tall and strong, incredibly strong, and fast. The key was that he also had a pickaxe handle in his hand. Combined with the moves of the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, he could basically take down one of the pursuers with a single pickaxe handle.

The main reason is that ever since Wang An started his life in the underworld, his weapons have always been pickaxe handles, thick sticks, or steel pipes.

Wang Anke knew exactly which parts of a person's body to target in order to instantly incapacitate them.

Soon, Wang An walked and stopped, running for less than 30 meters. Before he even left the alley, several more people fell down behind him.

When only 7 people remained on the opposing side, and these 7 people were relatively far apart, Wang An stopped running, turned around, swung his pickaxe handle, and began a violent attack.

That's how it is in a one-to-many brawl. If you're strong enough and have enough fighting power, you can basically take down the opponents one by one as long as you prevent them from surrounding you.

However, if you only have either physical strength or combat power, then once you've escaped, it's best to speed up your escape as soon as possible and never think about fighting back.

If you don't have enough fighting skills, no matter how strong your physique is, you'll still be on the receiving end of a beating.

But if you don't have enough stamina, no matter how high your fighting skills are, it's useless, because fighting is a real physical activity, and you can get so tired that you die.

It wasn't until Wang An swung his pickaxe handle and beat the ticket scalper until only the one remaining standing was left that the scalper completely panicked.

He gripped the pickaxe handle tightly with both hands, his face filled with fear. He retreated while occasionally swinging the handle at Wang An, who was slowly approaching. His pathetic state at that moment had completely disgraced him as a bandit.

The reason he was able to stand until the end was because of his cunning and slyness. He was the loudest one in the crowd, but when others rushed forward, he was always a few steps slower than them.

However, it must be admitted that such people are often the ones who thrive the most in a team.

Seeing the kid keep backing away, Wang An lost his patience. Just as the kid swung the pickaxe handle again, Wang An swung the pickaxe handle as well, hitting the kid's hand that was holding the handle squarely.

Then the boy let out a very shrill scream, and the pickaxe handle fell to the ground with a loud "bang".

However, the kid reacted quite quickly, because at the same time he let out a scream, he actually turned around and ran away. He was so fast that Wang An was stunned for a moment.

Fortunately, Wang An reacted quickly, and the pickaxe handle flew out of his hand, heading straight for the boy's leg.

A few seconds later, a hilarious scene unfolded.

Because the pickaxe handle is spinning when it flies out, and this kid is running very fast.

So when the pickaxe handle gets close, it can only hit the leg that has already landed, while when the other leg steps forward, it will inevitably kick the pickaxe handle.

In this way, it's a perfect situation where the left leg trips the right leg, or the right leg trips the left leg.

Finally, while the kid was running, he was suddenly thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground. It seemed to hurt him quite a bit; he had to get up twice before he could get back to his feet.

Just as the kid was halfway up and about to run again, Wang An quickly walked up and, without saying a word, gave him a good beating.

You should know that when Wang An went out, he would habitually change into military-style clothes. Mainly because wearing military-style clothes was a kind of fashion in those days. To put it bluntly, it was for the sake of looking good and it could be matched well with any kind of pants.

Anyway, Wang An didn't need to spend money to buy military uniforms. As a company commander, Wang An's salary was very low, less than 14 yuan a month. To be honest, that amount of money wasn't even enough for three or four people to have a meal at a restaurant.

But every late autumn, Zhang Shuya would give Wang Anfa a pair of standard winter military hooks, and in the spring, she would give him a pair of standard summer military hooks.

Of course, other company guards, even regular guards, do not have this privilege, because they can only get their uniforms replaced or reissued when they are worn out, and there is no such thing as getting new uniforms every year.

Ignoring the boy's screams and pleas for mercy, Wang An kicked him hard before squatting down and grabbing his elbow. With a sharp crack, the boy's elbow dislocated.

Immediately afterward, Wang An moved his hands in quick succession, and the boy's two wrists, two elbows, and two shoulders were all dislocated.

If this kid can't find someone who can set bones in time to put his dislocated joints back in place, then his arms will definitely be useless.

After dislocating the kid's arms, Wang An chuckled as he rummaged through the kid's pockets and bag:

"What goes around comes around. If you step on my head and mess things up, then you're just unlucky."

After a pause, Wang An looked at the stacks of industrial coupons, grain coupons, and oil coupons that the young man had pulled out of his satchel, along with a stack of five or six hundred yuan, and said with a happy expression:

"Since you have so much money and tickets to compensate me, I'll spare your two legs. Now you'd better hurry up and find a chiropractor, otherwise your arms will be useless, hehehe."

Without saying a word, Wang An put the money, tickets, and industrial coupons into his satchel.

Standing up, Wang An began emptying the pockets of the rest of the people one by one.

What Wang An didn't expect was that the young man with long, greasy hair and a disheveled appearance actually had two stacks of ten-yuan notes and a small stack of money on him, totaling more than 2,100 yuan!

Another kid had about 1,200 or 1,300 yuan on him, but the rest of the people didn't have much. The most they had was less than 200 yuan, and the least was less than 30 yuan.

No matter how much, Wang Anquan accepted it without hesitation, leaving none of the people with even a one- or two-cent banknote.

A rough calculation showed that Wang An had taken more than 5 yuan from these people, along with a bunch of tickets and coupons.

If the other party dares to undermine your plans, then it's perfectly reasonable for you to undermine theirs in return.

It must be said, however, that in Harbin, as long as a team reaches a certain scale and its members are willing to take risks, it is quite easy for them to make money.

Standing up, Wang An looked around and found that no one had come out to watch the commotion in all this time, so he turned and walked out of the alley.

After making two turns, Wang An headed towards the department store again. (End of Chapter)