Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

The car thief was so frightened that he turned around abruptly.

Before he could even see who was behind him, a dark figure swiftly attacked.

A muffled thud.

He took a solid punch to the face, and blood gushed from his nose instantly.

The excruciating pain left his mind blank. Before he could even see what the person looked like, his wrist was grabbed, lifted sharply, and twisted forcefully.

"Snap!"

The cracking sound of the hand bones was particularly clear in the night.

Before the man could even scream, he was forced to his knees and fell to his knees, his other wrist also seized and unable to move.

"Third brother, come here!"

Chen Deshun called out.

Chen Jianshe, who had been standing there in a daze, suddenly snapped over and jogged over, not forgetting to kick the car thief twice.

He opened his mouth wide, "Dad, what's wrong?" Before he could ask, Chen Deshun said first, "Go and search him!"

In any era, thieves are not always cowards who surrender easily; violent resistance to law enforcement and gang-related crimes are not uncommon.

Some thieves, after being caught, may take risks to escape punishment.

Having already taken a great risk by personally catching the thief, Chen Deshun did not want any more accidents to happen, so he was extremely cautious.

Upon hearing this, the third brother immediately began to search the car thief's body, quickly finding a pile of odds and ends.

A small knife, a bundle of rope, several pieces of wire of varying lengths, and some loose change...

Chen Deshun's eyelids twitched. The equipment was quite complete; he was probably a habitual thief!

"Dude, you guys...aren't the police, are you?" The car thief grinned, his arm aching from Chen Deshun's twisting, but his mind was racing.

Chen Deshun kicked him, saying, "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

The car thief was unsure whether Chen Deshun was a cop or not.

He carefully recalled the entire process of his recent crimes, repeatedly confirming that he had not given himself away. Today's car theft was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and in principle, there should have been police officers staking out the area.

As for the owner? He thought it was impossible.

Before committing the crime, they had already found out that the victim's two sons had been seriously injured and were unconscious, and the whole family had been taken to the hospital. They might be lying in the intensive care unit right now, so there was no way they could find an empty bicycle.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked again.

"We're your grandpas!" the third brother, Chen Jianshe, retorted fiercely. If it weren't for this brat causing trouble, he would already be eating noodles and lying in bed asleep.

Chen Deshun glanced at him, signaling him to shut up, while slightly increasing the force of his grip.

The car thief immediately let out a muffled groan: "Ouch...brother, be gentle, be gentle!"

"Competitors are enemies. We had our eyes on you first, and you got the better deal. What do you say we do about it?" Chen Deshun asked, his eyes darting around.

Upon hearing that the thief was in the same line of work, he paused for a moment, then asked, "Brother, which area are you in? Who do you eat with?"

This is actually just common slang used when encountering someone who seems to be a fellow professional or when you need to verify their identity, similar to the dialogue in the movie "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy".

Bandit: "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger!" (How dare you! You dare to anger your ancestors!)

Yang Zirong: "Pagoda to suppress the river demon!" (No, no! If that were the case, I'd rather fall off the mountain and drown in the river!)

(The above explanation is pure nonsense...)

The pickpocketing community already had an organized ecosystem at that time; each community was like a small underworld, with its own slang and code words.

When a car thief asks "Who are you having dinner with?", he's actually asking "Who are you hanging out with?"

They both inquired about the other party's background and left them room to reveal their name to avoid conflict.

Chen Deshun sneered inwardly, but didn't answer. Instead, he followed up by asking, "You look unfamiliar. Which old gangster are you having dinner with?"

"Have you heard of Zhang Laopao from Xizhimen?" the car thief replied with unwavering confidence.

"Old guns" refers to gang leaders, while ordinary petty thieves are usually called "Buddha".

According to the rules, the "Buddha" must pay tribute to the "Old Gunner" in exchange for protection.

I learned these tricks of the trade from reading newspapers in my past life. It is said that a reporter went undercover to investigate a local gang and uncovered a lot of inside information. At the time, I was just watching for fun, but I never thought that it would come in handy one day.

Seeing that the car thief was well-equipped and skilled, Chen Deshun immediately suspected that it was an organized crime group, and he never expected that it would actually be exposed.

However, he only had a superficial understanding of the slang and situation in these circles. He had never heard of anything like "Zhang Laopao of Xizhimen".

But that didn't stop him from continuing to pretend.

Chen Deshun pretended to think for a moment and asked, "The Zhang Laopao you're talking about, is it the one at the train station?"

Xizhimen is one of the nine gates of Beijing, and the busiest place is the railway station and its surrounding streets.

However, train stations are hotspots for pickpockets because of the large crowds, tired passengers, and numerous opportunities for crime. Pickpockets can also easily escape and sell stolen goods after committing a crime.

So his guess is most likely correct.

The car thief nodded, assuming Chen Deshun had truly heard of his elder brother's reputation. Feeling emboldened, he straightened his back: "Nonsense! In the entire Xizhimen area, besides my brother, who else dares to call themselves an old hand?"

Chen Deshun couldn't help but kick him again. What was this all about? He was getting all smug.

In two years, when the crackdown begins, I guarantee that every single one of these people will be locked up and singing their sorrows behind bars. Those with serious offenses might even be punished by being forced to eat peanuts.

Even if he manages to avoid getting in, the nickname "Xizhimen Cannon Bro" won't last long. In a few years, Xizhimen Station will be officially renamed North Station, and eventually, it will disappear with history.

Later, the North Station underwent several modernization renovations and became one of the starting points of the Beijing-Zhangjiakou High-speed Railway.

"Brother, since we're both in the same business, I won't beat around the bush with you."

The car thief, feeling he had figured out the target's background, began negotiating terms: "Let's do this job together, and split the profits from the sale, how about it?"

"Who the hell wants to split it with you!"

Chen Deshun's voice suddenly turned cold: "Where did you hide that Forever brand bicycle?"

As he spoke, the force in his hand suddenly increased.

The car thief howled in pain, but dared not make too much noise for fear of alerting the neighbors: "Brother! Brother! Be gentle! It hurts, it hurts... How about this, you two get 60% and I get 40%! Oops! Wrong, wrong! 30% and 70%! 20% and 80%! Brother, I really can't go any lower, you can't let me work for nothing, right? Fine, fine! I admit defeat! You two can have it all, okay?"

Chen Deshun loosened his grip a little, then grabbed the rope he had taken from the car thief and quickly tied his hands together.

"Wait, buddy, why did you tie me up?"

The car thief was startled and struggled desperately, but Chen Deshun was too strong and had his vital spot pinned down, so he couldn't break free at all.

"Behave yourself!"

Chen Deshun said coldly, "Where did you hide that Forever brand bicycle? Take us there now, don't try anything funny!"

Petty thieves like this usually try to sell their stolen cars as quickly as possible, either by selling them themselves or by handing them over to people who specialize in buying stolen goods. These people have established sales channels, such as the black market and underground networks, and can quickly sell the cars.

But at this point in time, whether he sells it himself or hands it over to a receiver of stolen goods, it's clearly not the right time to make a move, so he concluded that the Forever brand bicycle was most likely hidden away.

"Take it easy, I'll take you there."

Although the car thief was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to accept his fate. He was now like a fish on a chopping board, completely at Chen Deshun's mercy.