Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

There are many hidden places in the mountains, such as caves, rock crevices, and deep forests, where it is not easy to find things if you hide them.

But it's hard to explain where the food came from; it couldn't have fallen from the sky, could it?

After wandering around the mountains for a while, I finally shook my head, finding no place that appealed to me. As it was getting late, I descended the mountain.

When they returned to the alley entrance, Chang Dashan was standing there, with Zhang Quhun standing next to him. The two of them had cigarettes between their fingers and were talking about something.

Hearing footsteps, the two looked up at the same time.

Chang Kun propped up his bicycle, glanced at his father, and then at Zhang Quhun.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Quhun grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"They were talking about my wedding. The date is set, it'll be soon!"

Chang Dashan waved his hand from the side.

"We'll talk about this later." He took a drag of his cigarette. "I heard you arranged a fight?"

Chang Kun was speechless for a moment. Zhang Qingfeng's mouth really spoke too fast.

In just a short while, the news reached my father's ears from his workplace.

"That kid bullied Wenwen and even fought with Sister Hongxia. Shouldn't I teach him a lesson?"

Chang Dashan squinted and thought for a moment, then nodded.

"That kid needs to be taught a lesson! I think Wenwen looks so delicate and weak, how dare a grown man bully a girl like that? He's definitely not a good person!"

My father's logic is simple and blunt, but it's true: those who bully the weak are bad people.

Zhang Quhun chuckled twice beside him.

"Brother Kun, count me in for a fight. Beihai Park, right?"

Chang Dashan asked again.

"How's it going? How many of them are there? Can you handle them?"

He was very confident in his son's skills.

How many times have we caught spies and dealt with so many thieves? When have we ever suffered a loss?

Chang Kun didn't want his father to worry, so he made up a number on the spot.

"Two or three people... Actually, there's no need for crickets to come; I can manage by myself."

Zhang Quhun chuckled sheepishly beside him.

"Brother Kun, I'm free anyway, so I'll just treat it as a trip to Beihai Park."

Chang Kun thought for a moment and nodded: "Alright, one more of you won't make a difference anyway."

Chang Dashan waved his hand casually.

"Go ahead, just don't hurt anyone, and come back for dinner early."

Chang Kun glanced at his father, speechless.

This old man is really something, not worried at all! He even struck a pose like he'd slay Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm.

He didn't say anything more, got on his bike, pedaled, and Zhang Quhun followed behind. The two of them rode out of the alley one after the other.

Before we even reached Beihai Park, a figure rushed out from the roadside.

Wenwen stood by the roadside, her face flushed and her expression anxious, gesturing wildly in front of her: "Chang Kun, don't go!"

Chang Kun braked the car, bracing one foot on the ground: "What's wrong?"

"Yang Wei called fifty or sixty people!" Wenwen's voice was urgent and rapid, her throat almost cracking. "I heard there are also a few martial arts experts under the overpass. You'd better go home quickly, don't go!"

Chang Kun smiled and stepped off the car.

"It's alright, I don't care about these people, I appreciate your kindness."

Wenwen was so anxious that tears were about to come out, and her lips were trembling.

This guy is just like Hongxia, both of them love to brag.

Hongxia isn't here today; she must have gone to Beihai Park to show off her influence. We couldn't stop her.

Chang Kun didn't say anything more, got on his bike, and pedaled. Zhang Quhun followed behind, and the two of them rode past Wenwen.

She stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, and stamped her foot.

"You guys are really something! Because of me, I can't let anything happen to you!"

"Cricket, the person on the other side says there are fifty or sixty of them. Are you scared?" Chang Kun asked calmly.

Zhang Quhun, neck stiff and chin raised, said, "What's there to be afraid of? Skinny as a feather, I could take on a dozen of them by myself!"

Chang Kun chuckled again: "Didn't Wenwen just say there were some martial arts experts among them?"

Zhang Quhun spat on the ground.

"That's not a problem! In a group fight, just focus on one person and kill them!"

Chang Kun didn't reply, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

This cricket is truly self-taught, having mastered the essence of group fighting.

After entering Beihai Park, Chang Kun and Zhang Quhun walked half a circle around the lake.

The setting sun dyed the lake surface orange-red, and the wind blew, pushing the water ripples towards the shore in layers, creating a beautiful scene.

But what spoiled the scene was that a large group of people, at least fifty or sixty in number, were standing in the open space in the southeast corner.

Chang Kun is here!

"This is the kid who hit me!"

"Brothers, let's teach him a lesson!"

Yang Wei stood at the front of the crowd, chin held high, pointing in Chang Kun's direction, looking like a general commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, with two black eyes, one bluish-purple and the other purplish-black, he looked rather out of place.

There were several elderly men fishing by the lake, sitting on small stools with their fishing rods propped up on the shore and their floats motionless.

Hearing the commotion over there, he looked up and then at Chang Kun.

An old man recognized him; they had fished together before. He stood up, waved to Chang Kun, and sounded a little anxious.

"Young man, are they here to see you?"

Chang Kun nodded.

The old man glanced at the group of people, then at Chang Kun and Zhang Quhun, and frowned.

"They're all so old, you two better run!"

Another old man stood up, put his fishing rod on the ground, walked over with his hands behind his back, chin raised, and an air of arrogance.

"If you can't beat them, run! You have to know how to use guerrilla warfare!"

Chang Kun smiled and thanked him.

These old men have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves; they even use guerrilla tactics.

Zhang Quhun puffed out his chest and followed Chang Kun, swaggering into the crowd. His expression didn't look like he was going to fight, but rather like he was going to a market, exuding a very imposing aura.

As he approached, Yang Wei looked around, his eyes widening in disbelief, his expression shifting from smugness to disbelief.

"One, two..." He held up his fingers and counted, his voice filled with anger at being mocked.

"Just the two of you? I called so many people, and you two dared to come? You've got some nerve!"

He was genuinely afraid that Chang Kun would invite too many people, so he invited everyone he could.

Brothers, colleagues, neighbors, even the martial arts practitioners under the overpass—anyone he could get close to was invited. He promised them many benefits, treated them to meals and cigarettes, and boasted about it. In the end, only two people showed up.

Even if we win this fight, it won't be honorable.

Rumors spread that Yang Wei called up fifty or sixty people to fight two people. Even if he won, he wouldn't show his face. If he lost, he would be utterly humiliated!

Chang Kun smiled, took a step forward, and spoke calmly.

"I can handle you all by myself!"

"Today, I'm going to take on ten!"

He had just put his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly, and struck a pose that said, "I'm going to take on ten of them."

Before he could even build up his momentum, Yang Wei spoke.

"But...but I have more than ten people!!"