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

Chang Kun's face darkened slightly. He'd finally managed to strike a cool pose, and this kid had no idea how to cooperate.

Yang Wei took a step forward, pointed at Chang Kun, and looked smug.

"Chang Kun, if you formally apologize for what happened yesterday, I might forgive you this time."

Chang Kun paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.

"Apologize? I'll apologize to you?"

Yang Wei, completely oblivious, nodded, raising his chin even higher, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Of course you should apologize to me. You punched me yesterday, so apologize to me, and that'll be the end of it."

He paused, then raised his voice by half an octave, "And Wenwen, from now on, stay out of her business!"

Chang Kun was speechless.

Where did this idiot come from?

"Damn it! You bullied a little girl and won't apologize, but you expect me to apologize?! And you don't even care about Wenwen's business. How can you be so shameless? You've completely disgraced the men of Beijing!"

Chang Kun couldn't hold back and cursed a few times.

Yang Wei remained calm and waited until Chang Kun finished cursing before turning to the side and gesturing with his chin towards the dark mass of people behind him.

"See that? My buddies and friends are all behind me! You're not leaving Beihai Park until you apologize today!"

Chang Kun smiled, shifted his gaze from Yang Wei's face, and glanced at the group of people behind him.

Tall or short, fat or thin, oddly shaped or deformed, some were smoking, some had their arms crossed, some were whispering to each other, and some were looking down at their shoes.

The few martial arts practitioners under the overpass stood up straighter, chests puffed out, as if waiting to go on stage to perform.

"These bunch of worthless scoundrels dare to ask me to apologize?"

He took a step forward, his shoe soles making a soft sound as they hit the stone slabs.

"Come on, let's draw a line! One-on-one, or a full-on assault?"

"If it's a one-on-one fight, I'll only beat you up! If you try to swarm me, I'll beat you all up today!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of oddballs behind Yang Wei erupted in chaos.

"That guy's really arrogant, he's beaten his own mother to a pulp!"

"This brat is so arrogant even though he's all alone. He's not leaving until he kneels down and kowtows!"

"Why waste words with him? Let's just fight!"

One of them, hot-tempered, swore and rushed forward two steps, his sleeves rolled up.

After rushing forward a couple of steps, he realized that no one was following him. When he looked back, the group was still standing there, some with cigarettes in their mouths, some with their arms crossed, and none of them took a step forward.

He turned his head to look at the big guy next to Chang Kun, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Quhun stood beside Chang Kun, a tall man of 1.9 meters, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He stood there like half a wall, his face expressionless, just looking at them.

Yang Wei glared at Chang Kun and said, "Chang Kun, let's make this clear beforehand. You asked for this fight today. If you get beaten up later, don't you dare go crying to the boss. We men of Beijing can't afford to lose face like that."

He knew Chang Kun was very good at catching thieves, and he was afraid that if he beat him up, his superiors would make things difficult for him.

Chang Kun snorted, not even lifting his eyelids: "What nonsense are you spouting?! Just don't come crying to the boss later!"

Yang Wei's lips curled down, his face full of sullen resentment: "Chang Kun, I've discovered that your mouth is even better than your ability to catch thieves! With so many of us around, you're still so arrogant. Even if you apologize today, I won't let you off the hook!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up, I still need to go home for dinner after we're done!"

The group of oddballs behind Yang Wei were still cursing and swearing, their voices growing louder and more offensive.

"That kid is so annoying! Even without Yang Wei's incident, I'd want to beat him up!"

"I've never seen anyone so arrogant! Strip him naked, we'll use that as money to go drinking!"

"Yes! Let's show off that little earthworm, hahaha..."

"Pah—spit!"

Chang Kun's spittle landed on the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

"You bunch of scum, worse than pigs and dogs, you all rush over to me when Yang Wei throws a bone! If you get beaten up later, remember to ask Yang Wei for your medical bills."

A short man squatted on the edge of the flower bed behind Yang Wei, standing on tiptoe, and just as he uttered "Fuck you..."

Before the curses had even finished, Chang Kun darted in front of him and a slap was already coming.

Using both hands, they struck the target several times with crisp, loud "snap, snap."

The short man's head swayed from side to side twice, and blood spurted from his nose a long way.

Chang Kun didn't stop. He grabbed his wrist with one hand and pinned his elbow with the other. With a twist and a push, the bones made a soft "crack" sound.

The little guy's screams were like those of a pig being slaughtered, shrill and piercing.

"Ouch! My arm! My arm!"

Chang Kun didn't let go, and pulled him down, causing the short man to fall face down off the edge of the flower bed, kicking up dust.

She lay prostrate at Chang Kun's feet, crying and screaming.

His arm hung limply at his sides, like a puppet with its strings cut, swaying back and forth; it was clearly dislocated.

The people nearby were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward in unison.

The big guy at the front swung his fist and smashed it into Chang Kun's face, the punch sending a whooshing sound through the air.

Chang Kun tilted his head to the side, and the fist grazed his ear. He raised his hand to block the man's arm, and with his other hand, he punched the man in the armpit.

The man's face turned pale instantly, his entire arm went numb and he couldn't lift it. He swayed to the side and bumped into his companion behind him, and the two of them staggered a couple of steps together.

Before they could even regain their footing, Chang Kun's foot was there again, kicking one of the men in the back of the knee.

The man's legs buckled, and he knelt on one knee. His knee struck the stone slab with a loud crack, the sound alone indicating the pain he felt.

Someone else rushed over from the left, reaching out to grab Chang Kun's arm.

Chang Kun turned around and slipped away like an eel. The man's hand grasped at empty air and before he could retract it, Chang Kun had already grabbed his wrist, pulled him into his arms, and pushed him towards the people rushing towards him.

The two bumped into each other, forehead to forehead, with a loud "thud." Both were stunned and spun around in place, unable to tell which way was which.

Even those in the lower strata of society were being greeted.

A short man squatted down, opened his arms, and reached out to hug Chang Kun's legs, trying to knock him down.

It's obvious this kid has a lot of experience in gang fights; he's very cunning.

Chang Kun caught a glimpse of the man out of the corner of his eye, and instead of retreating, he advanced, kicking the man's shoulder with the sole of his shoe.

The short man leaned back and fell flat on his back on the ground, hitting the back of his head on the stone slab. He saw stars and lay there groaning.

Chang Kun dodged left and right, like a fish swimming in water, weaving through the crowd without getting hit.

He had become very proficient in the eighteen free-fighting techniques provided by the system, making them the best tools for small-scale brawls like this.