Chapter 38: Grandfather wants to punish you

  Watching his companion being pinched and rolling his eyes, the other hoodlums became anxious. Another punk with yellow hair, holding a steel pipe, rushed forward. He wanted to give Yeyang Jian a sneak attack. Yeyang Jian saw the steel pipe coming towards him, grabbed it with one hand, just in time to catch the yellow-haired kid's wrist, and twisted his right hand slightly, "crack" sound, and the yellow-haired kid's wrist was dislocated... The most skilled combat technique of the Wild Battle Army Special Forces is throat-locking and bone-dislocation...

  "Ah..." accompanied by a miserable cry, the steel pipe in Huang Mao's hand fell to the ground powerlessly. Ye Yang Jian's right hand was still holding his wrist, and he kicked him straight in the face. He kicked Huang Mao's stomach, which was also a sign that Ye Yang Jian had a bit of sanity left, knowing that he had returned to society. For ordinary people, one couldn't use too much force, or they would get into trouble if they killed or crippled someone. So he didn't kick Huang Mao's knee cap. Otherwise, with just one kick, Huang Mao's leg might not have been able to withstand it, and at the very least, it would have been a month-long fracture...

  "Huang Mao suffered a kick from Ye Yang Jian and instantly let out a loud yelp, shrinking to the ground like a large shrimp, twisting his body in agony. The burning pain coming from his abdomen felt as if he had been branded with a hot iron."

  Ye Yang Jian shook off Huang Mao's wrist with one hand, while the other hand still gripped the neck of the little thug wearing a vest. He took big strides towards another skinhead thug. Although Ye Yang Jian had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, he still controlled his strength well. His left hand maintained a certain amount of force, keeping the little thug in a state of suffocation and non-suffocation, no matter how hard he kicked or struggled. The more he struggled, the tighter Ye Yang Jian's grip became. If he stopped struggling, Ye Yang Jian would give him some time to catch his breath. The little thug wearing a vest was on the verge of despair, not knowing what kind of person was in front of him, why he was so ruthless, and how someone from the underworld could do such a thing. His life was now in this person's hands. If he didn't struggle, he felt like he would suffocate immediately. If he struggled, he felt like he had already suffocated. His thinking became increasingly confused, and his mind went blank.

  He didn't know that the throat-locking technique used by Ye Yangjian was a special method of torture, which would slowly cause his brain to become oxygen-deprived. If it went on for any longer, it could even lead to brain death. As Ben Shanbo put it: "A brand new vegetable is about to be born..." This was double the torment, both physical and mental.

  Looking at the sturdy physique, like a bulldozer coming to his face, Ye Yangjian, the small thug with a shaved head was so scared that he lost his soul. The cleaver in his hand was raised weakly, but it couldn't be chopped down for a long time. Ye Yangjian didn't hesitate, snatching the cleaver and throwing it onto the stall's counter, where it deeply embedded into the chopping board. Without looking back, Ye Yangjian rushed to San Auntie's side and said, "Juanzi, put the knife away! From now on, use it to cut watermelon!" He didn't make things difficult for the small thug with a shaved head, but instead used his shoulder to bump him far away. The small thug rolled on the ground, sat down with a thud, and was still in shock, constantly touching his chest with his hand. In that instant when he physically clashed with Ye Yangjian, he felt like he had been hit by a dump truck...

  Ye Yang Jian stepped back to his own seat with a big stride, and sat down again with a loud thud... His hand was still pinching the little rascal who had been wearing a vest...

  "How dare you cause trouble in my territory and hit me with a wine bottle? I'm going to punish you now!" Night Yang Jian looked at the young punk who had already given up resisting, was about to lose consciousness, shook his head, loosened his fingers. A glass of iced beer poured onto his face. He said with a stern expression.

  The little rascal who was loosened by the night's cool breeze was splashed awake by a cup of iced beer. As soon as he felt that the iron collar on his neck was gone, he puffed up his eyes and panted heavily with big mouthfuls of air. The feeling of the air entering his lungs was truly wonderful. If it weren't for the inopportune timing, he would have liked to stand up immediately and loudly recite a few ancient poems to praise the air and the beautiful life.

  Ye Yang Jian looked at the little rascal on the ground panting heavily, and inexplicably he thought of his time in the army, when he first started training, to feel the force for himself, hadn't he also been roughed up by the old soldiers like this?

  "I'm telling you now! I'm not a pushover. You've made a mistake, and now I'm going to punish you. You have two choices: either accept it or don't." Yeyang Jian said loudly, staring straight at the group of thugs in front of him.

  "What if we accept? What if we don't? You draw the way..." One of the thugs, with a motto "A man falls but his reputation doesn't" on his back, was trying to hold back the feeling of guilt. He continued to speak loudly and confidently, but his voice sounded like a mosquito flying by...

  "Good! I like you, don't understand then ask, very good." Ye Yang Jian said with a smile. The little rascals also secretly let out a sigh of relief, as long as they could talk, everything would be negotiable, but the next words made the little rascals unable to laugh.

  "It's best if you accept the punishment, if not, I'll force you to accept!......" Ye Yangjian said with a non-committal smile, but that smiling face looked somewhat ferocious and terrifying.

  "I've already answered your question, now choose one!" Ha took a puff of his cigarette and said harmlessly...

  "Damn it, what kind of person is this big brother, how can he be so ruthless..." The bald-headed thug shouted with tears in his eyes...

  ………

  We have to say that Ye Yangjian has received many years of military education. Moreover, he doesn't have any bad habits and is not the kind of person who doesn't admit when they're wrong. After helping Huang Mao's wrist recover from dislocation, Ye Yangjian's punishment for these people was to sweep the streets... to sweep the entire night market clean.

  The business on the street in this neighborhood is very good, even if everyone follows the "three guarantees" at the door, but every night after the night market ends, it's still a mess. So the sanitation workers' wages in this neighborhood are much higher than those in other neighborhoods. Yang Jian has grown up in this old neighborhood with over 3,000 households and nearly 20,000 people since he was a child, so he has a deep affection for it. He loves every flower, tree, blade of grass, and piece of wood here, so he punished these few hooligans by making them help clean up the place...

  First, send the three who are almost drunk back to rest. Borrow a stool and several chairs from San Auntie. Ye Yangjian led a few self-willed rascals to find a slightly secluded spot to sit down and wait for the night market to end...

  Three Aunt was still watching the business early, while Juanzi watched the principal of Yeyang Kindergarten, bringing a group of little rascals to sit honestly in the corner. She was really happy in her heart. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she sent over a pot of barley tea and several plates of boiled peanuts, edamame and other snacks to pass the time. The little rascals immediately felt grateful to Juanzi, patted their chests and promised that if anyone dared to come and make trouble in the future, they would definitely stand up for them, even if it meant getting stabbed in the ribs... This made Juanzi so happy that she almost cried, just a moment ago she was yelling about smashing her own stall, but now she wanted to protect their stall from being smashed by others. The little rascal who had been slapped on the face by her even considerately asked if her hand hurt... Such ridiculous things rarely happen in this world...

  They have their own personalities, and they are very impressed with Ye Yangjian. Although the big brother in front of him had a scar on his face and was quite ruthless earlier, Ye Yangjian's subsequent behavior was very much to their liking. These young punks have nothing but time on their hands every day. Having accepted their punishment, they waited patiently for the night market to disperse. As the saying goes, "smoke and wine are inseparable," and after Ye Yangjian handed out a pack of Warrior cigarettes to each of them, the atmosphere became even more lively. The few of them lit up and started chatting casually.

  "...What's your surname, brother?" Huang Mao asked after taking a puff of smoke.

  "... surname Ye at night..." Ye Yang Jian replied very politely, without showing any disdain or contempt for the other person just because he had just beaten him up, or because of his identity. On the contrary, he treated every person who was willing to communicate with him sincerely. This has a lot to do with the education he received since childhood. Ye Yang Jian's missing grandfather, Ye Zhi Jun, taught him from an early age that when dealing with anyone, no matter how much he dislikes them, he must show enough respect for others. This also became an important guarantee for Ye Yang Jian's good interpersonal relationships and strong communication skills today.

  "Leaves? The leaves of the leaf? Wow, big brother's surname is very rare. All the Ye families are amazing people. For example, for example, that Wing Chun master, Yip Man, he must be your ancestor! No wonder your skills are so good..." Huang Mao flattered Nye Yang Jian with a small pat on the back. Actually, he also wanted to get to know more about Nye Yang Jian. Because he felt that Nye Yang Jian was a very special person, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what made him special. His companions were thinking the same thing.

  "Sorry, I'm not Ye Ziye, I'm the one with the surname Ye of Night..." Ye Yangjian scratched his head and smiled, a very humble smile, completely different from the evil and violent smile earlier.

  "Ah! Hehe, sorry~sorry~made a mistake~made a mistake~dig~big brother, your surname is even rarer. Could you be the young master of some legendary family?..." The bald-headed thug quickly came out to smooth things over. In his heart, he secretly cursed Huang Mao for sucking up to the wrong person, what a joke...

  "En, you're right. This surname is indeed not common. But I know quite a few people with it because all the men in my family have this surname and I'm the only son. But it's not like we're some kind of nobility..." Night Yang Jian spoke in a very sincere tone, even with a hint of humility. This was also a shadow left by his grandfather on him.

  At night, he is a quiet and peaceful person, like a calm lake. In his free time, he enjoys raising fish and planting flowers. When speaking to others, he is polite and courteous, making people feel comfortable and respectful. To outsiders, he appears to be a respectable elder. Occasionally, however, a glimmer of wisdom flashes in the old man's eyes. But Ye Wen Zhong prefers to call him an old fox, often mentioning it in front of Ye Yang Jian.

  Ye Wen Zhong was completely different from his own father, he was like a raging fire, strong and bold, and unrestrained. When Ye Wen Tian and Ye Yang Jian were chatting in the army, they once commented that Ye Wen Zhong belonged to the "fishing with a brick" type... Meaning that when fishing, if no fish bites within three minutes, he would immediately smash the water with a brick to vent his frustration...

  As the only man of this generation in the Ye family, Ye Yang Jian seems to have inherited half of his grandfather Ye Zhi Jun's and half of his father Ye Wen Zhong's personalities... His uncle Ye Wen Tian always thought that the name Ye Yang Jian was very well-chosen. It's a perfect combination of opposites, with "night" and "sun" being absolute contradictions, yet they blend together perfectly in him. The character "jian" can be interpreted as either "compatible" or "boiling"... Who knows, contradictions are always relative; who says night can't have sun? At 12 midnight in China, it's lunchtime on the other side of the United States. When one's vision is broad enough and reaches a certain height, all contradictions in this world cease to exist...

  ps: (Wow, I've been feeling very philosophical lately... damn it! I'm so profound again! A crappy name like mine can be interpreted in so many ways! I even admire myself for a moment. However, when I chose the name "Night Yang Jian", it indeed had this meaning, and now I'll perfectly explain it to all of you readers. By the way, it also leads to the main theme of this article - the duality of human nature. At first, everyone thought this book was about war, haha, you're all wrong! Reading my book is like reading a product review of another self in your heart. You should think more deeply, using my sister's words: "In these times, who isn't a two-faced person?"... When the book is finished, you might discover different selves, who knows? Finally, I'll mention what I said at the beginning - most of my writing is for myself to read. Haha, maybe this article was written just for me! Who knows? Haha... my evil laugh.