Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen looked at the three people on the ground, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. Their fighting ability was not good enough!

We haven't had enough fun yet!

"Let's go back inside!" Yingzi said.

The old cripple asked, "If you leave it here, it'll freeze to death in no time."

Jiang Sen said, "Let's call the police!"

The police station is located in the middle of the courtyard alley, which is not far, but it is still troublesome to go there.

“Go back inside and make a call!” Jiang Sen said.

Yingzi walked back, "Won't they run away if we leave them outside?"

"We can catch him even if he runs away. It's not like we don't know him... Go inside!"

Just as Jiang Sen was about to enter, he caught a glimpse of five or six people running towards him, each holding a machete. He quickly pushed Yingzi inside.

Just as he was about to close the door, a flash of cold light slashed towards him.

He shrank back, and a machete slammed into the door. The old cripple stuck out his good leg through the crack in the door and kicked the man in the side knee.

"Crack!"

The man's mouth was wide open, he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, and he fell backward, his lower leg bent strangely.

The old cripple walked out of the gate, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"You brat, do you really think I'm useless?"

Jiang Sen chuckled, "How could I dare? I was just thinking, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? You stay here and support me, then you can step in if I can't handle it!"

The old cripple laughed, glancing at the group at the door, a cold glint in his eyes. "Then let them see if this blind and crippled good-for-nothing is someone they can mess with."

That kick just now, even if that person's injury heals, he's still crippled.

This instantly stunned the others, who hesitated to step forward, knives in hand.

Based on the scenes shown on TV in the past, they should be talking to each other now, hurling insults and threats.

"Kid, do you know who you're hitting?"

"You are dead!"

"Pay up the money today and this matter will be settled. Otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary!"

"Did you hear me? Hurry up and give us the money to cover our medical expenses!"

"Otherwise, don't blame us for ganging up on the weak!"

Jiang Sen chuckled, thinking to himself, "It seems like the Young and Dangerous movies haven't been made yet, have they?"

His use of江湖语 (jianghu slang) is both funny and entertaining.

They talk as if they're some kind of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world or江湖江湖义气, a code of honor among ...), and they even bully the weak. They're probably just too scared to come up here!

"No," Jiang Sen interrupted them. "Why so much nonsense? I'm asking you, who are you? If you're coming to ask for money during the New Year, shouldn't you at least bring a picture of the God of Wealth?"

The group of people were taken aback. What did that mean?

The old cripple was amused, but then choked on his smoke and started coughing.

Jiang Sen patted him on the back, "You should smoke less, old man."

"It's alright, it's alright! Hurry up, we still need to make dumplings!"

"Okay, you can keep an eye on it!"

They talked like it was nothing, as if they were just casually chatting, and when they talked about the people in front of them, it was as if they were giving alms to beggars.

Among the group, one person seemed to remember something.

“He said we were beggars. During the Spring Festival in the village, if someone came begging, they would bring a picture of the God of Wealth…”

"What did you say?"

"Kid, you're asking for it!"

"I think you don't want to stay in Kyoto anymore!"

"on!"

"Kill him! Then throw him onto the train tracks!"

Jiang Sen sneered as he stepped down the stairs.

"I'll ask you one more time, who exactly are you people?" Jiang Sen glanced at Huang Dajun, who was almost fully awake. "Could it be that he sent you?" Seeing their reactions, Jiang Sen had a hunch. "Did he tell you that people living in places like this are not people you can afford to mess with?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Jiang Sen picked at his ear. "Right, enough nonsense! Are you coming at me all at once or one by one?"

These words were so insulting that the group exchanged glances, then raised their knives and charged at Jiang Sen.

Jiang Sen ducked to avoid one person, grabbed another's arm, and slapped him on the leg, thus handing him the knife.

He turned around and kicked out, slashing out with his sword.

He had already seen through it; the big blade looked intimidating but wasn't sharp at all.

A single slash would at most tear the cotton-padded coat, sending cotton fluff flying everywhere.

As the fight went on, they ended up next to the two people who had just fainted. The two woke up after being stepped on a few times by someone.

When they saw what was happening in front of them, they were startled and quickly turned around and crawled to the side.

But inevitably, it got stepped on several times.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Dajun also woke up.

He groaned, rubbed his chest, sat up, shook his head, and finally managed to see the people fighting in front of him clearly. He immediately perked up.

He struggled to his feet and leaned against the wall for support. Jiang Sen's knee must have cracked his ribs.

It hurts even to breathe.

He clutched his chest and shouted, "Kill him! Kill him! I'll give you a hundred dollars later!"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Sen happened to hear this, turned around and ran over, slapped him across the face, kicked off the wall, and then swung his sword back.

The men chasing him quickly moved aside, and Jiang Sen landed on his feet and grabbed Huang Dajun's hair.

No one made a move; everyone was watching the two of them.

Jiang Sen said, "Come on! It's just money, right? I don't know if he has any money, but I can afford to pay for all of you to die! Come on!"

Huang Dajun was grabbed by the hair, his body bent over uncontrollably, his scalp throbbing painfully, but he dared not move.

"Jiang Sen, if you dare to kill me today, you'll go to jail too!"

"You fucking have a mouth, what a waste of food!"

Jiang Sen pressed his hand down, then bent his knee up, releasing his hand at the same time.

Huang Dajun raised his head, and a line of blood drew an arc in the air, with two front teeth in the middle.

He covered his mouth, stumbled backward and slammed into the wall, blood dripping from between his fingers.

"Who else?" Jiang Sen asked coldly, looking at the group of people opposite him.

None of the cotton-padded jackets worn by these people were in good condition; the cotton was all turned outwards.

His face was also bruised and injured.

They were all Huang Dajun's card-playing partners.

Huang Dajun won money today and was so excited that he blurted out that he asked them if they wanted to make a lot of money.

What gambler doesn't want to make a lot of money?

So Huang Dajun rewrote the story between Jiang Sen and Huang Liping, adding embellishments and twists.

They portrayed Jiang Sen as a scoundrel who was fickle, had fallen in love with someone else, played with her sister, got her pregnant, and then abandoned her.

They're both scum and rich; no gambler would refuse to take money from someone like that.

They basically nodded in agreement without even thinking.

And that's how today's events came about.

They're only after money; nobody wants to risk their lives.

If I can't get money from Jiang Sen today, I can ask Huang Dajun for it later. And if I still can't get any, he has a younger sister, doesn't he?

If one person can think of this, others can too.

"Kid, you're lucky today!"

"Kid, don't get cocky. From now on, avoid us when you see us!"

"Boy..."

Jiang Sen wanted to burst out laughing. How could these people be so naive?

Running away is running away, but making threats and trying to scare people is utterly speechless.

Jiang Sen looked at them with a half-smile. After they finished their harsh words, one of them urged the other on, and they hesitated whether to leave or not.

Embarrassing, so embarrassing.

But it's too late for them to leave now.

As soon as they turned around, the old cripple stood in the middle of the road with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands behind his back. He didn't even look at them, which scared them so much that they wanted to run away along the wall.

But as soon as the door opened, Yingzi came out again, still carrying that kitchen knife.

This startled them, and they turned back to leave.

As a result, several police cars drove up and stopped right in front of them.

"Don't move! Put down your weapons!"

"Squat down! Put your hands behind your head!"

"Those who resist will be arrested and prosecuted!"

"Squat down!"