Age: My Small World

Yao packed up his stall and put it on his back, then he stood up and started walking towards the exit.

It was only then that Yang Jun discovered that one of Yao's legs was not very convenient. He walked with a limp and was very uncoordinated.

"Brother Yang, look at his pace." Hu Yunxuan suddenly touched Yang Jun's shoulder and said.

"He's quite impressive. I didn't expect that a humble street vendor could actually be so impressive."

"Let's go slow, or he might notice."

Yang Jun pulled Hu Yunxuan and stuck him at the edge of his sensing ability, trying to prevent Yao from seeing anything unusual.

The three of them, one in front and two behind, soon left Guilan Lane behind.

Yang Jun did not forget to ask Wang Hu to bring his men to follow, and he also made marks along the way.

Finally, the three of them arrived at the site of a rather simple old park.

"Wait, someone is coming."

Hu Yunxuan wanted to get closer, but Yang Jun pulled him back again.

The next moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the park.

"Yao Polan, what treasure do you want again?"

It was obvious that the person who came knew about Yao Lao.

"Baby still? Pah!"

Yao Pao took out the jade he had bought before and threw it at the person who came.

"I've asked an expert to appraise it, and it's not worth that much money."

"Yao Polan, stop talking nonsense. We brought this thing out from there ourselves. How could it not be valuable?"

The man who came revealed his appearance under the moonlight. He was a man wearing an ordinary sweatshirt and looked like a passerby.

The man then looked at the jade from left to right, but still didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He also knew that this was the piece he sold to Yao the Broke Man.

He immediately thought that Yao Lao was going to cheat them out of money.

"Hahaha, fine, fine, you've finally gotten to the point of setting up a police station, right? You're quite courageous, Yao."

"Brothers, come out."

As the man spoke, footsteps were heard in the dilapidated park.

After a while, six or seven people stood in front of Paola Yao.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't flustered at all. Instead, he sneered, "What's going on? You're selling fake goods and you won't let anyone say anything? Are you trying to bully the minority with your numbers?"

"So what if I bully you? If you dare to do that, you'll be dead."

The man rolled up his sleeves and took out a Luoyang shovel from behind him.

Yang Jun and Hu Yunxuan looked at each other secretly.

"Is it them?"

Yang Jun asked in a low voice.

Hu Yunxuan nodded solemnly: "I know one of them. He is probably from the same gang. However, these few people are only part of it. Some are not here."

Yang Jun frowned immediately. This way, he couldn't catch them all in one fell swoop.

Let's wait and see what happens.

Besides, he always felt that there was something wrong with this lousy Yao, so he took this opportunity to test him out. If it didn't work, he would have to go out and save people.

"Okay, okay, I, Yao Chong, will accompany you to the end today." Yao, the ragged man, stared at the opposite side with disdain on his face, not showing any fear at all.

And Yang Jun also knew Yao Polan's real name.

"Oh, you're quite a bit of a cripple, I'll ask my brothers to be more gentle later."

"Go ahead, beat him up, just don't kill him, at least we know each other."

Who would have thought that Yao Lao also laughed: "Okay, just because of what you said, I will make you suffer less later."

Then, Yao, who was considered a cripple in everyone's eyes, suddenly rushed out with a sharp move, like a tiger out of a cage. He kicked out with his twisted right leg, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

"Buzz!" Yang Jun could even hear the sound of breaking air.

Hu Yunxuan's eyes narrowed: "What fast legs."

"What kind of foot is this? I've never seen it before."

Yang Jun nodded: "I haven't seen it either."

The two of them instantly became very interested in Rag Yao.

After Yao Po La kicked the person, the person who was kicked had no time to react. Then there was a "crack" sound from the shoulder where he was kicked, indicating that the person had been fractured or even comminuted.

"Concentrate your strength. Maybe his leg isn't lame."

Hu Yunxuan continued.

"Perhaps the incompleteness of acquired training should be called successful training."

Yes, Yao Ming’s feet are his weapons, and they show amazing lethality from the moment he strikes.

"What a lousy Yao! He turns out to be a martial artist. No wonder he's so arrogant."

Unfortunately, the man opposite was not afraid of him.

"Xiao Shui, where the hell have you been? Come out quickly, someone is causing trouble."

After the man spoke, Yang Jun sensed that someone was running towards him quickly.

He was extremely young and thin, but his muscles were like a cheetah and he ran as fast as an antelope. In just a few seconds, he appeared in the field.

Without waiting for Yao Polan to continue kicking, he rushed forward, and without saying a word, used an extremely vicious knee strike, heading straight for Yao Polan's crotch.

"This doesn't look like Chinese martial arts?" Hu Yunxuan raised his eyebrows.

However, Yang Jun could tell at a glance that the short man named Xiaoshui was using Muay Thai techniques.

Of course, it is also very likely to be the ancient Zhuang boxing, which originated from the Luoyue Xiou tribe during the Qin and Han dynasties. It was also used by the Qi family army for training to fight against Japanese pirates. Later, after it was spread to the southeast, it gradually evolved into many boxing styles such as Muay Thai.

This style of boxing is quite fierce and makes great use of joint techniques, just like antelope horns, which can cause damage if they get caught.

Suddenly, two new boxing styles appeared. Yang Jun and Hu Yunxuan's extraneous thoughts were silenced, and they prepared to watch carefully.

"Hmph! You dare to fight me with your mere Angquan? I'll beat you to death." Ancient Zhuang boxing is also called Angquan.

Yao Po La stood on one leg, but was as steady as a rock. His lower body was even better than that of Mr. Hu in Yang Jun's impression.

The other foot turned into a spring breeze and drizzle, poking towards Xiaoshui all over.

Faced with such a move, Xiaoshui's expression remained unchanged. He just used his hands to block the attack, and occasionally looked hard with his eyes, trying to find Yao Polan's flaws.

Neither of them had reached the level of a grandmaster who could move things with his strength, but their lethality was quite high. The fight was a fight of either death or injury, and soon their hands and feet began to bleed.

Although Xiaoshui's punches were powerful and he fought with all his might, he was still far behind Yao Polan, and was stabbed by Yao Polan several times.

His feet are indeed no different from weapons, and they can hurt people with just one poke.

Similarly, Xiaoshui's mad dog-like attack also left marks on Yao's feet.

But perhaps his legs had been through too much, so they looked no different from the beginning.

"Xiao Shui, stop playing."

The man suddenly shouted.

When the thin Xiaoshui heard this, his eyes became even more ferocious, and he rushed towards the broken Yao with his teeth bared.

"ah!!!"

He attacked Broken Yao almost without any defense, with no regard for his own safety.

Faced with such a ferocious opponent, even with Yao's temperament, he couldn't help but retreat a little for a moment.

(End of this chapter)