Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Jia Zhangshi, who was peeking through the crack in the door, was secretly overjoyed.

Hit him! Hit him hard! It would be best to beat Zhang Dabiao to death! Or cripple him and lock him up in jail! Then this east wing will belong to the Jia family! She's Zhang Dabiao's third aunt!

In the courtyard, He Yushui, Liu Guangqi and the others finally came to their senses and all gathered around, each one extremely anxious.

"Big Brother Biao! How could you agree to that?!"

"Yeah, Da Biao, that kid's a trained fighter, he was in the army, and he's the deputy head of the security department. You..."

Mu Wanqing gripped Zhang Dabiao's arm tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing, I won't lose." Zhang Dabiao really didn't consider Yang Weihong a rival.

I've been stabbed in the heart and died twice—have you, Yang Weihong, ever died?

I'm not afraid of death. My injuries are recovering by 50% every day, what am I afraid of?

They are born with an invincible position!

Besides, I've mastered the Iron Wire Palm of the Hongmen and the Chasing Wind Step. I can shatter the ice of Shichahai with a single slap. What am I afraid of?

I'm afraid I might accidentally kill someone!

Seeing Zhang Dabiao's nonchalant attitude, the others didn't know what to say; they couldn't persuade him otherwise.

You can't reason with a stubborn person, especially the three old men who wanted to see Zhang Dabiao suffer.

Just as everyone was leaving to go to work, Zhang Dabiao asked Sha Zhu a question in confusion—

"Silly Zhu, they came to see me, why are you getting so worked up?"

Zhang Dabiao was very puzzled by this matter.

"Hold!"

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu, who had just been helped to sit down by He Yushui and hadn't even warmed his seat yet, suddenly stood up again, his face flushed with frustration and anger.

[This is so damn frustrating! To be taken down in one move in front of the whole hospital, where am I, Sha Zhu, supposed to put my face?]

He gulped down the cold boiled water He Yushui handed him, then slammed the enamel mug down on the table with a loud crash.

"Da Biao! This isn't just about you!" Sha Zhu's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse. "This is about all the kids who grew up in these alleys, and it's between them and those guys in their military uniforms!"

"Don't you know how many times we've fought with these privileged kids over military caps and territory in the past two years?"

"Why do they get to eat well, dress well, live in villas, and ride in jeeps since they were little? Most of them are from out of town, while we locals can only smell the meat wafting from other people's kitchens in the alleys!"

"Why can they act so arrogantly in the old Moscow restaurant, while we get stared at like dirt when we go there? They look down on us as 'alleyway bumpkins,' and we can't stand their 'the boss is always right' attitude!"

Sha Zhu became more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere.

"Today, he even bullied us in our own courtyard! In front of all the neighbors, he humiliated us! If I were to cower and act like a coward, would I even be human?! How am I, He Yuzhu, supposed to ever show my face in Beijing again?!"

Hearing Sha Zhu's almost accusatory words, a name that would become famous in later generations suddenly flashed through Zhang Dabiao's mind—"Little Rascal" Zhou Changli.

He felt a slight chill run down his spine.

So, the contradictions of this era have intensified to this extent?

This is no longer a simple personal grudge, but a confrontation between two clearly distinct groups that is about to erupt.

He suddenly realized that his battle with Yang Weihong was probably not just for Mu Wanqing or for himself, but might even become a landmark event.

Sha Zhu slapped his thigh and shouted fiercely, "This isn't over! Da Biao, don't be afraid, isn't he good at fighting? I'm going to find my master and fellow disciples right now. We tough guys aren't pushovers! We'll show these bastards just how many eyes the Horse King has!"

Zhang Dabiao rolled his eyes at his expression.

You call yourself a troublemaker?

Judging from your furious state, you must have suffered a great loss at someone's hands before, right?

He's almost 30 years old, how come he's still like a young boy, so impatient?

"Da Biao, please don't go, okay?"

Mu Wanqing grabbed Zhang Dabiao's arm, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling with tears, "We're not going to fight for it anymore, I don't want that lead singer anymore... He looks like a trained fighter from the army, you'll get hurt!"

Seeing her worried and self-reproachful expression, Zhang Dabiao felt a warmth in his heart.

He gently patted Mu Wanqing's hand, and his eyes, which always seemed somewhat lazy, were now filled with determination and depth.

"Don't worry, I don't fight unprepared battles."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a reassuring power.

"This matter is no longer about a lead singer spot."

"This is for you, and also so that we can live a peaceful life in the future. Some people, if you don't teach them a lesson and scare them away once and for all, they'll buzz around you like flies in a latrine, disgusting you every day."

After speaking, he turned to the crowd still gathered in the courtyard, their faces full of worry.

"Alright, none of you should get involved in this."

His gaze fell on Sha Zhu. "Especially you, Sha Zhu, don't go looking for your senior brothers. They're from the military security department, they're good at proper grappling and fighting. Your pathetic wrestling skills will only make you look foolish."

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned, not understanding what Zhang Dabiao was up to.

Just then, Zhang Dabiao changed the subject, a cryptic smile curving his lips.

"Doesn't Yang Weihong like to do things according to the 'rules'?"

"Okay, then I'll play along with him and go all out!"

"He wants to follow the rules of his privileged upbringing and the rules of our alleyways, so I'll elevate those rules to the level of the entire martial arts community in Beijing!"

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned when these words were spoken!

What are the rules of the martial arts world?

What kind of rule is that?

Before anyone could react, Zhang Dabiao had already put on his coat, said "Everyone, go do what you're supposed to do," and strode out of the east courtyard, heading straight for the post office at the alley entrance.

"Ring ring... Ring ring..."

After a crisp cranking sound, Zhang Dabiao picked up the microphone and lowered his voice as he spoke into it.

"Master, it's me, Da Biao...hehe, just saying hello to you."

"I have a question for you. You always say you have a few highly respected elder brothers in the martial arts world of Beijing, right? Could you... introduce me to one of them?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to ask something.

Zhang Dabiao grinned, but his eyes sharpened.

"Yes, something's up."

"There's a fight I have to attend, and I want to make it bigger and more formal. I need to find a few senior figures with enough influence to act as witnesses."

"This matter needs to be resolved once and for all!"