Chapter 45: A Brawl

  Brawl

  Li Haoniu's robust and powerful physique shook slightly with excitement:

  "Just now in the backyard, we also saw that guy with the surname Guo and his companions, a total of eight people, two carrying single-edged swords, and the other six were holding clubs."

  Yao Feng looked at Li Haoniu and said with great enthusiasm: "We also have sticks tied up on our cart, can't we, 39 of us, be afraid of eight? What's the use of two people carrying knives? Can he withstand being surrounded by us from all sides and beaten?"

  Li Haoniu nodded in agreement.

  He Shicheng heard that a fight was brewing, his eyebrows shot up, he jumped out in front of everyone, wound the braid in front of him tightly around his neck, and gritted his teeth to show his loyalty:

  "I'll definitely follow Master Dong! Today I'll beat him to death! Let this guy with the surname Guo have a good beating!"

  Wang Gui naturally didn't slack off either "I'll follow the boss too."

  "Following the master can't go wrong!"

  Then all the partners shouted out one after another, each shouting loudly to let Yao Fan hear their loyalty.

  As for what they think in their hearts, Yao Fan thought that they probably all feel that even if this matter is made a big deal of, there will still be him, the master, to take responsibility.

  It's hard to say how much loyalty can be tested in this action.

  However, Yao Weng believes that the so-called accomplices are those who act or commit crimes together, which can truly bind them together. If there is a common goal, belief, or interest, it becomes a party. If there is also a shared ideology and action program to guide them specifically, then they are not far from the modern concept of a political party.

  Yao Ming could clearly see that his six apprentices, He Shicheng, Zhou Di, Wang Gui, Wang Xin, Yang Ping and Huang Huisheng were the most enthusiastic about shouting. They were young and vigorous, originally they should be in their apprentice period without pay, but instead they took high salaries from Yao himself, so they were easily instigated by him. And their age also destined that they were ignorant and fearless, easy to be stirred up by their leader.

  While those beggar-born companions led by Li Haoniu hesitated, a small portion of them seemed to be afraid, probably fearing that they would be scapegoats if something went wrong.

  Yao Fan didn't mind them, he wasn't in a hurry.

  In modern Chinese history, at the beginning of every revolution, it was often those who had a relatively good family background and living conditions that were the most violent and fanatical, while the people at the very bottom were more numb.

  But once the people at the bottom are mobilized and awakened, and they support the revolution, their attitude is unusually resolute, and it's not just lip service, but a kind of determination that can sacrifice one's life. That is a power called proletarian revolutionary heroism, a power that dares to struggle and bravely sacrifices itself.

  To sacrifice one's life, dare to pull the emperor off his horse. This is an awakening that only the proletariat has, because the proletariat has no way out, because the proletariat understands that in the struggle, the only thing they can lose is their chains.

  But to get the proletariat involved in the revolution, relying on the bourgeoisie's eloquent speeches about democracy is impossible. Laborers are not fools and will understand after being deceived once or twice. The so-called revolutions or reforms advocated by the capitalist elite are only for their own interests. When another group of rulers takes power, they replace the previous ones. Except for a small handful of core speculators who can participate in sharing the spoils, all other participants and laborers are just tools being exploited, ending up with nothing to gain, and may even lose their lives in the process.

  Yao Fang shook his head and thought to himself that he was thinking too much and getting ahead of himself.

  "Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"

  Yao Weng shouted loudly.

  Li Haoniu listened to Yao Fan's guarantee and seemed to have made a big decision, shouting:

  "With a master backing me up, what is there to fear? Today, if I don't beat him to death, it won't be over!"

  After he finished speaking, his face tensed up and the newly grown muscles on his cheeks bulged tightly.

  After unifying their opinions, everyone followed Yao Fan and jumped on their bicycles, rushing towards Guo Family Village in a mighty manner.

  After riding for about half an hour, they turned a mountain pass and saw the Guo family's carriage slowly moving along the dirt road more than 100 meters away, with the Guo family's strong men following behind, each dragging a pole.

  "In the past, we didn't need to say a word, the club would do the talking, and they'd be rolling around on the ground like pumpkins before we even moved."

  Li Haoniu's voice was slightly tense as he said, "Leave those two knife-wielders to me, I'll take care of them!"

  Li Jun, the head of the woodworking class, said: "Brother Sea Cow, I'll help you!"

  As the convoy chased closer and closer, when they were about 50 meters away, Guo's family saw a group of shiny iron cars rushing up from behind, and they became somewhat flustered.

  Then Guo's family hurriedly pulled the reins of the horse, and Guo Jixiu hastily got out to take a look. From afar, he saw that it was Yao Fan.

  "What a nuisance! What is this Yao fellow doing here? Is he coming to visit my Guo family village? Hmph! Does he think I'll see him? Look at him, actually riding with those servants, completely lacking in dignity, no sense of propriety!"

  Before Guo Jixiu could figure out what was going on, he saw Yao Fan lead a large group of people to stop in front of him and take down simple bundles of sticks from the car.

  Kuo Chih-hsiu saw Yao P'eng-tzu wield his staff and his heart almost stopped beating.

  "Yao Fang, what are you going to do?!"

  Yao Feng didn't say a word, looked around and saw that his men had already picked up their tools, then rushed forward, swung a stick at Guo Jishu's head with all his might, and cursed loudly: "I'm going to fuck your mother!"

  The servants of the Guo family saw that Yao's men were all copying the wooden slips and knew something was wrong, so they quickly picked up their clubs and blocked the way.

  As soon as the guys saw Yao Feng rush forward, they were all excited and jumped up one after another, fighting with a loud crash.

  Bastards, one by one, their mouths cursing loudly, everywhere was a chorus of "fuck your mother...", "fuck your grandma...", "provoking your mom...", "beat you to death, turtle grandson..."

  This chaotic fight is lively, but take a closer look, the young men and their opponents are just hitting each other with sticks, looking for opportunities, not ruthless enough, not professional enough.

  Ke Li Haoniu and other beggars have recently been fed by Yao Fangdun, they don't have to work hard on the construction site, and they don't have to exhaust themselves. In nearly a month's time, they've all gained weight.

  These beggars are not like the young men who shout loudly and tremble with rage. These people have been accustomed to being despised all their lives, and when they are struggling to survive in a state of destitution, for the sake of a little leftover food, they can also fight and kill others to rob them. Therefore, they will not learn from the young men's practice of fighting with such noise and no practical benefit, but only see these fat beggars wielding their sticks with all their might!

  Li Haoniu and Li Jun were obviously holding back their strength, with each move having a clear style, and their sticks falling heavily and accurately.

  As for the two knife-wielding strongmen from the Guo family, they indeed had some real skills, but it was clear that their kung fu couldn't compare to Li Haichao's, who had actually fought with real knives and killed people. Li Haichao's moves were honed from rolling and fighting in a sea of blades, without any fancy techniques; his wooden staff struck with the wind, sweeping across a wide area, and when he occasionally thrust it like a spear, it was always aimed at a vital spot.

  Li Haoniu's two sticks had already knocked down a Guo family guard who was blocking Yao Feng's way. Because of this, Yao Feng saw that no one was blocking his way and he rushed towards Guo Jixiu smoothly.

  Yao Fang was tall and majestic, with a height of 1.85 meters, and was a member of the university volleyball team during his college days. He tightly grasped the Zao wood stick as thick as a goose egg in his hand, taking big strides to charge forward, his muscles bulging under his thin long shirt.

  Kuo Jixiu saw Yao Fan's eyes spewing killing intent, and he rushed over like a bandit. He knew this was no joke, but apart from beating women, Kuo had no other form of exercise, so his reflexes were underdeveloped. When Yao swung his stick down, Kuo raised his arm to block it, and immediately heard a loud "crack".

  "Bang" is a solid stick on the arm, "crack" is the arm breaking on the spot.

  Guo Jixiu held his severed right arm in his left hand, his face as white as paper, and his whole body was shaking with a mournful and eerie howl.

  The Guo family had only 8 servants in total, which was a significant disadvantage compared to Yao Fan's 39 people, almost being outnumbered five to one.

  Adding to their misfortune, they were caught off guard and didn't even have time to react. They never expected that Yao Fang, an old man of his status, would personally take action and be so ruthless.

  When they heard Guo Jixiu's pig-like screams, the Guo family servants were all frightened out of their wits. If they couldn't protect him well, they would be beaten half to death by the family rules when they returned home! If the master was disabled, it was also possible for the servants who followed him to be beaten to death when they returned home.

  At this moment, Ding from Guo's village came over and hit Yao Fan with a stick. Yao Fan didn't see the stick coming from his left until he heard the wind sound by his ear, and the shadow of the stick appeared in the corner of his eye before he could react. At that time, he dodged to the right, but the stick brushed past his ear and hit his left shoulder, causing a heart-piercing pain. Yao Fan endured the pain and wiped his ear with his hand, only to find his face covered in blood; his ear had also been torn open.

  He Shicheng saw that Yao Fang's face was covered in blood and immediately went mad, abandoning his opponent in front of him. He grabbed the stick with all his might and pounced on Guo Jiazhuang Ding, pinning him to the ground. With both hands, he grasped Ding's neck, almost strangling him to death. Yao Fang gritted his teeth, gripping the stick tightly, aiming at the man pinned under He Shicheng, and struck his face with a loud thud. Instantly, Guo Jiazhuang Ding's face was smashed, blood gushing out everywhere, and he fainted.

  Three sturdy housemen of the Guo family saw that things were going badly and quickly seized Guo Jixiu, stuffing him into a sedan chair and hurrying forward with all their might.

  Yao Fan was at a disadvantage and refused to give in, so he led his men in a charge and started fighting. After a fierce battle, they fought until all the guards of the Guo family were knocked down.

  Yao Fan gave a signal, and Li Jun, with a fierce glint in his eye, stepped forward and struck down with his club, shattering the horse's head. The horse let out a pained whinny and fell to the ground, its legs twisted at an awkward angle, clearly on the verge of death.

  Li Haoniu pulled Guo Jixiu out of the carriage and slammed him to the ground, asking Yao Fan: "Boss, what's going on?"

  Guo Jixiu's face turned pale, cold sweat dripping down, hugging his hands, using all his strength, shouting in a shrill voice:

  "You dare to hit me! My father is a high-ranking official! Don't you fear the law!!!"

  You just wait! I will definitely make your family broken and homeless! You'll die with no place to be buried!!!!!

  Yao Feng sneered and swung his stick with all his might, striking down and shattering Guo Jixiu's left leg. Guo Jixiu let out a blood-curdling scream and fainted, no longer making a sound.