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

Zhang Dabiao's throat suddenly felt dry.

He really wanted to stand up and shout "Stop!"

But hundreds of eyes were fixed on him from the opposite side, and a group of brothers in the alley behind him were also eagerly counting on him.

If he backs down now, how will he ever get along in Beijing and Nanluoguxiang again?

For those from the hutongs (traditional alleyways), face is sometimes more important than life itself.

Zhang Dabiao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the pounding in his heart.

He turned to look at Yang Weihong across from him.

Coincidentally, Yang Weihong's expression also looked a bit unnatural at this moment.

The two looked at each other from a distance of several dozen meters.

In that instant, they both read the words in each other's eyes.

[It's out of control!]

But the atmosphere has already been built up to this point; whoever backs down first is the coward.

Yang Weihong gritted her teeth, opened the car door, and got out of the jeep.

He straightened his collar and strode toward the open space in the middle.

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao also got off the motorcycle, dusted off his trousers, and slowly went to meet him.

The leaders of the two groups met and negotiated at the center of the Chu River and Han Border, like two ambassadors about to sign a ceasefire agreement.

Yang Weihong stopped and took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from her pocket.

He took one out and handed it to Zhang Dabiao.

His fingers were trembling slightly, but he was trying to remain calm on the surface.

"You have quite a lot of people here?" Yang Weihong coughed lightly.

Zhang Dabiao took the cigarette, took out a lighter, and lit it.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, looked Yang Weihong up and down, and then glanced behind him.

"You've got quite a few on your side too," Zhang Dabiao scoffed. "Even a Jeep. That's your company vehicle, isn't it? Using a company vehicle for a brawl, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble and getting your skin peeled off?"

Yang Weihong's facial muscles twitched slightly.

He gave a wry smile, his voice low, as if afraid of being overheard by the people behind him.

"Would you believe me if I said this wasn't my idea?" Yang Weihong sighed. "I just mentioned it to a few close colleagues in the department, saying that we might have to practice with some people today. Who knew that when they went back and called for help, they brought so many people, and they even brought weapons."

Zhang Dabiao scratched his head, almost dropping the cigarette from his mouth.

He glanced back at Sha Zhu, who was pointing the middle finger at him from the opposite side.

"What a coincidence," Zhang Dabiao said in a low voice. "The idiot in our compound is a wrestler. He got the short end of the stick from you yesterday, and when he went back and told his fellow apprentices who run stalls on Tianqiao, things got out of control."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

What kind of nonsense is this?

What was originally just a one-on-one duel was turned into a large-scale armed conflict by these people who love to watch the drama unfold.

Yang Weihong was completely taken aback.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his voice was somewhat weak.

"Then... what do we do now?" Yang Weihong asked anxiously. "This isn't just about whether the two of us fight or not; it's about how many people will die today!"

Zhang Dabiao sneered.

"Now you're scared?" He exhaled a puff of smoke. "Yesterday when you came to our compound acting all high and mighty, weren't you pretty arrogant? Didn't you say you were following the rules?"

Yang Weihong's face darkened, his anger rising from Zhang Dabiao's words.

"Who's afraid?" Yang Weihong gritted her teeth. "Let me tell you, Zhang Dabiao, my colleague came with a gun today!"

As soon as she said that, Yang Weihong regretted it.

Threatening someone with a gun?

That's so cheap.

Upon hearing the word "gun," Zhang Dabiao not only didn't retreat, but instead took a large step forward.

He stared intently into Yang Weihong's eyes, so close that they could smell each other's sweat.

Then he laughed maniacally—"Dude." Zhang Dabiao's voice was chillingly cold.

"When you're out in the game, you can lose, you can die, but you can never back down."

He raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard.

"You brought a gun? What, you want to shoot me?" Zhang Dabiao gave a mocking smile. "Come on, shoot here. If you don't kill me today, you're my grandson!"

Yang Weihong was stunned by Zhang Dabiao's reckless bravery.

He completely lost his temper, and his shoulders slumped down.

"Are you... are you sick?" Yang Weihong roared angrily.

He scratched his head in frustration and began to pour out his grievances.

"The conflict between the children of the compound and the children of the alleyways has been going on for a long time. Do you think I wanted to make things this big?" Yang Weihong roared in a low voice. "My sister was bullied. If I don't stand up for her, who will? If I back down today, what will the brothers in the compound think of me?"

He was so anxious that sweat poured down his forehead, soaking the collar of his security guard uniform.

But Zhang Dabiao still looked at him with a sly grin: "Isn't that because your sister wanted to steal other people's things?"

"Just tell me what to do now!" Yang Weihong stared intently at Zhang Dabiao.

Zhang Dabiao shook his head in disdain as he looked at Yang Weihong's predicament, now caught in a dilemma.

"Dude, when you do things, you always have to have a backup plan," Zhang Dabiao admonished slowly. "You have to be able to control the situation."

He held up one finger and waved it in front of Yang Weihong.

"Otherwise, even if I gave you the chance, you wouldn't be able to do it."

Yang Weihong was so choked up that her eyes rolled back.

"Don't just stand there and talk like you know nothing!" Yang Weihong snapped. "If you're so capable, show me how to control the situation!"

Zhang Dabiao chuckled, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Luckily, I have a Plan B."

Yang Weihong was stunned.

"What the hell?" he asked, completely bewildered. "What's B?"

Zhang Dabiao rolled his eyes—"Come on! Watch me show off!"

He slowly raised his right hand, holding it high above his head.

This action, in this tense atmosphere, was absolutely fatal.

This is the starting pistol for a charge.

On the opposite side, in the camp of children from the compound, Zhao Weiguo saw Zhang Dabiao raise his hand and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

"He's about to attack! He's going to hit Wei Hong! Brothers, grab your weapons and charge!"

These hot-blooded kids from the compound suddenly surged forward like a burst dam, pushing their bicycles and wielding sticks.

Yang Wei's face turned green.

He whirled around, arms outstretched, yelling, "Don't move! All of you, don't the hell move! Who gave you permission to attack?!"

But his voice was instantly drowned out by the deafening shouts of battle.

At the same time, Zhang Dabiao suddenly turned around and waved wildly at the young people from the alley behind him.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" Zhang Dabiao shouted hoarsely.

Sha Zhu wouldn't listen to any of that.

He yelled and grabbed a brick, charging forward.

The two groups of people were like two trains traveling at full speed towards each other, about to collide violently.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of rust and a strong stench of blood.

On the bridgehead in the distance, Banggeng screamed excitedly.

"Hit him! Kill him! Ouch!"

Liu Guangfu and Yan Jiekuang then grabbed the stick and gave it another beating.

At that critical moment, when blood was about to flow like a river.

"Waaaaa—waaaaa—waaaaaa—"

A piercing siren suddenly rang out simultaneously from behind the earthen slopes at both ends of the bridge arch.

Yang Hongwei turned around and glared at Zhang Dabiao—

"You little brat, you can't take a joke?!"