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

On the side of the children of high-ranking officials, several girls covered their eyes in fright, and even Zhao Weiguo, who usually prided himself on having seen the world, felt his calves cramping at this moment.

On the other side of the alleyway, Sha Zhu's mouth was agape, unable to close for a long time. Xu Damao, hiding behind the crowd, could be clearly heard swallowing.

"Stop hitting him..." someone in the crowd shouted, their voice trembling.

But no one dared to go forward and pull him.

Yang Weihong braced herself with her hands on the ground, the veins on the back of her hands bulging, as she forcefully supported her upper body.

Zhang Dabiao was also a little dizzy and staggered, but he still managed to stand up straight.

Both of them were covered in blood, with blood constantly flowing from their mouths, noses, and eyes. Their fists and arms... looked like they were seriously injured. When they stood up, they both seemed a little dazed.

The third collision is about to begin.

Mu Wanqing finally couldn't take it anymore. Seeing Zhang Dabiao's face covered in blood, her tears had already overflowed. She broke free from Qin Jingru's grasp and rushed into the arena without a care in the world.

"Da Biao! Stop hitting him! People will die!"

She had only taken two steps when she was grabbed tightly by a strong hand.

It's Liu Guangqi.

"Let me go!" Mu Wanqing cried out, struggling desperately, her fingers scratching bloody marks on Liu Guangqi's arm.

Liu Guangqi gritted his teeth, gripping Mu Wanqing's shoulder and arm tightly, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Dabiao in the center of the field.

Xu Damao and Shazhu also rushed over and pulled Qin Jingru and He Yushui away.

"None of you can go." Liu Guangqi's voice carried an unusual ruthlessness. "This is a battle for men. If he backs out now, he'll never be able to hold his head up high in Beijing again. Let him finish the fight."

"Let him finish!"

Liu Guangqi was right. Mu Wanqing was completely exhausted, and the three girls hugged each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

In the center of the field, Zhang Dabiao and Yang Weihong moved again.

The fourth collision.

Both of them exhausted the last bit of strength in their bodies and launched a desperate charge.

"Click—"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound rang out, particularly jarring beneath the silent bridge arch.

The sound was so crisp it sent chills down your spine.

Yang Weihong's body went limp instantly, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, sliding several meters away. His collarbone and upper arm bones broke simultaneously from the massive impact.

Zhang Dabiao's right arm also hung down at an odd angle.

Upper arm fracture.

But he did not fall.

The immense pain caused him to kneel on one knee, large beads of cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He gasped for breath, taking a good dozen seconds to catch his breath before using his left hand to support himself on his knee and slowly, painfully, straightening his body back up.

Yang Weihong lay on the ground, his left hand completely unable to be lifted. His chest heaved violently, and with the last bit of strength he had left, he slowly raised his right thumb toward Zhang Dabiao.

His lips moved slightly, his voice was weak, but his pronunciation was clear.

"You... won."

After saying those three words, Yang Weihong closed her eyes.

It wasn't that he fainted; it was that he was completely exhausted.

Zhang Dabiao was covered in blood, his right arm hanging limply at his side. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, then slowly raised his left arm.

His fist was clenched and pointed straight at the sky.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted.

"man!!!"

Sha Zhu howled at the top of his lungs, his eyes bloodshot.

"A real man!"

Zhao Weiguo, Tian Yiming, and other children of the compound also shouted at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, there was no distinction between the children of high-ranking officials and those from humble alleyways, and no one looked down on anyone else.

Only respect for the strong.

Everyone was cheering for this fierce and pure martial arts competition.

Director Chen stubbed out his cigarette and waved to the officers beside him.

"Help!"

As Zhang Dabiao watched the doctors and nurses rush into the arena, the tension finally eased. He swayed and fell straight backward.

A second before he closed his eyes, he fell into a soft and fragrant embrace.

Mu Wanqing clung to him tightly, crying her heart out.

Two police cars, sirens blaring, drove away from under the bridge, one after the other.

Chen Guangliang sat in the passenger seat, watching the crowd gradually recede into the distance in the rearview mirror, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Old Mo," Chen Guangliang called out without turning his head.

"Yes, Director." Old Mo in the back row quickly responded.

Chen Guangliang took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"These two kids will either become big shots or die young."

Old Mo paused for a moment, then smacked his lips: "So, which one do you think it is?"

Chen Guangliang didn't respond, but just looked at the street scene rushing past the window and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

Inside another jeep.

Director Tang from the Sports Commission sat in the back seat, saying nothing. Old Master Feng and Master Wang were also silent.

After a long while, Director Tang finally rubbed his temples.

"This rule needs to be changed. If we keep playing like this, the sports committee can't afford to take the blame." Director Tang sighed, but there wasn't much blame in his tone.

Grandpa Feng stroked his white beard and chuckled, "Director Tang, you can't say that. These teenagers are full of energy and have nothing better to do. If you don't let them fight today, they'll be shooting each other in the streets with pitchforks tomorrow. It's better to block than to guide."

Director Tang nodded.

"That makes sense, but it can only be a custom among the common people."

"Today's martial arts competition has set a rule for these tough guys in Beijing. Any grudges should be settled one-on-one. It's much better than hundreds of people fighting with weapons. Once these young people have seen this kind of spectacle, they'll have a better sense of right and wrong."

That's a real man.

The crowd had not yet dispersed under the bridge.

Liu Guangqi pulled Xu Damao aside, took out a wad of ten-yuan notes from his pocket, and stuffed them into Xu Damao's hand.

"This is what Da Biao gave me before he started, about a thousand yuan." Liu Guangqi lowered his voice. "Da Biao instructed that after the fight, regardless of who won or lost, we should gather the people from both sides and go to Lao Mo's place for a meal."

Xu Damao's eyes widened in surprise.

"A thousand dollars?! To Lao Mo? Da Biao's spending is way too much!"

Liu Guangqi patted Xu Damao on the shoulder.

"Da Biao, that's called having a broad perspective. Aren't you good at talking? Go and call Zhao Weiguo and the other leaders. After this meal, our feud with the kids from the compound will be over."

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao immediately perked up. He cleared his throat, put on a smiling face, and scurried towards the children of the compound.

That evening, at a Moscow restaurant.

The children of the compound and the children of the alleyway sat at several tables. After a few glasses of vodka, the atmosphere became completely lively.

Zhao Weiguo, along with his group of brothers from the compound, carrying wine glasses, walked over to Liu Guangqi and Sha Zhu's table.

"Brother Liu, Brother Da Mao, Brother Zhu Zi. We were ignorant and offended you before. Brother Da Biao, your skills and demeanor today are truly impressive. I'll drink this cup!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and downed a glass of strong liquor.

You can't hit someone who's smiling, so Liu Guangqi and the others downed their drinks in one gulp.

"All men are brothers within the four seas; when the five continents are in turmoil, harmony is of utmost importance."

"So, if any conflicts arise in the future, shall we follow the rules set by Zhang Dabiao and Yang Weihong?"

"Let's follow these rules!"

The atmosphere at the dinner table reached its peak. The children of the compound and the children of the alleyway had miraculously shaken hands and made peace after a fierce fight.

Because of these new regulations, street security in Beijing improved considerably for a period of time.

It's very simple, they have representatives and achievements.

If you start another brawl and use knives and guns, then you don't value our lives, and that's cowardice!

The fighting style of Zhang Dabiao and Yang Weihong—

That's what a real man is like!