In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

Zhang Yong didn't reply, but looked at him calmly.

The man in the vest grinned.

"Jinsong Residential Area, Building X, Unit X, Room 808, right?"

He slammed the steel bar into the ground and put one hand on his hip.

"I have a question for you on behalf of Brother Ma."

"Are you tired of living?" The man in the vest stopped laughing, his fat face scrunching up.

"Brother Ma has been running the business in Tongxian for two years. You, who write lousy articles, went and disrupted their plans, and even forced Liu Decai to reveal his secrets."

He stretched out his finger and tapped Zhang Yong's chest.

"Who do you think you are?"

Zhang Yong remained motionless.

The man in the vest took half a step forward, his breath reeking of smoke mixed with a foul odor.

"Your business is easy to find out—in Jinsong neighborhood, there's a young man surnamed Zhang who can fix cars and write articles. He's not old, but he's quite bold."

He tapped Zhang Yong's handlebars with a steel bar.

"Brother Ma said he'll give you a chance because you're young."

"Three thousand yuan to compensate Brother Ma for his losses, and an apology in person, and we'll call it even."

He paused for a moment, then his tone became serious.

"What if they don't compensate—"

The steel bar was moved off the handlebars and slowly pointed towards Zhang Yong's right leg.

"Leave only one leg here."

The alley was quiet for a few seconds.

Zhang Yong spoke up.

The sound wasn't loud, but it could be heard very clearly in the narrow alley.

"Are you done talking?"

The man in the vest paused for a moment.

Zhang Yong got out of the car.

Moreover, as he got out of the car, his right hand had already reached into the canvas tool bag hanging on the car.

They pulled out the extended crowbar directly.

The iron was cold and heavy.

The kind that Old Zhao used in his shed, made of pure steel, about a foot and a half long, flat at one end and hooked at the other.

[Driving Lv.6: Nerve reflexes at full power.]

[Automotive Repair Lv.5 Torque Sensing Activated: Crowbar weight 1.8 kg, optimal striking arm 62 cm, wrist strike point at the ulnar side of the palm heel, forearm internal rotation with shoulder and elbow linkage.]

Zhang Yong had only been in fights when he was a child, and his combat experience was extremely limited.

But he doesn't need to know how to fight.

Because the crowbar is the car repair tool he is most familiar with.

As soon as Zhang Yong got his hands on the crowbar, he knew exactly how to use it to its fullest potential, figuring out how to save effort and how to reduce strain.

Just like muscle memory formed in the body.

The man in the vest realized what was happening, his smile still not completely gone, and he roared—

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

The threaded steel bar swept across, whistling through the air, heading straight for Zhang Yong's ribs.

Zhang Yong relaxed his body and moved half a step to the left.

The wind rustled his T-shirt, making a slight sound as it passed by.

The man in the vest swept away the steel bar, and the inertia caused his body to lurch forward.

At this very moment.

Zhang Yong's crowbar went straight up.

The flat end of the crowbar pressed against the inside of the man's right wrist—there was a tendon there, and Old Zhao had been unscrewing screws for thirty years, and his wrist often ached so much that he couldn't lift it; it was this tendon that was causing the problem.

"ah--!"

The man in the vest screamed in pain.

My entire right arm started to go numb from my wrist, like I was being electrocuted, and I instantly lost control of all five fingers.

The rebar slipped from my hand, hit the ground, bounced twice, and rolled to the base of the wall.

Zhang Yong did not stop.

His body took a step forward from the momentum of the crowbar, and he grabbed the man in the vest by the collar with his left hand, pulling him back—

He flipped the crowbar in his right hand, and the hooked end snagged on the man in the vest's ankle.

Pull up and hook down simultaneously.

The man in the vest leaned straight back and hit the ground with a thud.

Seeing that things were not going well, the skinny guy behind him spat out the cigarette he was holding, picked up his stick, and rushed forward.

Zhang Yong was already prepared. He took the crowbar and went straight up, using the flat end to cut upwards.

[Auto Repair Lv.5: Head-to-head, torque against torque.]

The crowbar has a small cross-sectional area, and the pressure at the contact point is four times that of a wooden stick.

The steel shaft slammed into the front middle section of the wooden stick—the part of the shaft most prone to impact.

A crisp sound.

The stick didn't break, but the recoil force went straight into the skinny man's hand.

The skinny man's hand went numb from the recoil, and he hadn't even had time to pull it back—

Zhang Yong had already turned around.

The crowbar was thrust straight into the skinny man's lower abdomen.

"Ho—!"

The skinny man bent over, the wooden stick slipped from his hand, and he knelt on the ground, his face turning red as he gagged.

Zhang Yong didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, raising the crowbar and slapping it directly on the skinny man's back.

The skinny guy collapsed to the ground, clutching his back and howling, unable to move.

It took less than ten seconds.

Only the panting of two people and the sputtering sound of a Jialing 125 idling engine remained in the alley.

Zhang Yong stood between the two men, a crowbar hanging at his side.

He glanced down at the man in the vest.

The man was lying on his back on the ground, his right hand still trembling, unable to clench.

Zhang Yong squatted down.

One foot stepped on the man in the vest's chest.

The flat end of the crowbar pressed against his chin, the cold metal against his skin, and slowly pushed upwards until it reached his right cheek.

I took a picture.

not heavy.

I took another picture.

"I ask, you answer."

Zhang Yong's voice was so soft that the man in the vest had to strain his ears to listen.

But it is precisely this lightness that is more frightening than any roar.

Where does Boss Ma stay in Baoding?

The man in the vest had his eyes darting around.

"I...I don't know..."

The crowbar was moved from his cheek to his wrist, to the spot where it had been pressed earlier.

Zhang Yong pressed his hand down slightly.

"Ahhh—I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The man in the vest's face contorted in pain.

"Boss Ma... Boss Ma's name is... Ma Degui! He has a yard in Gaoyang County, in the southern suburbs of Baoding, that specializes in collecting waste engine oil! I really don't know the exact address; we're just errand runners. He pays us to do the work!"

"Does he have any contacts in Beijing?"

"Yes... there is one! His surname is Xu! He owns an auto parts store on Fengtai Road; Boss Ma gets all his goods from there!"

Zhang Yong went through the information in his mind.

Ma Degui, from Gaoyang County, Baoding. A man surnamed Xu, from Fengtai, runs an auto parts store.

"How did you find me?"

The man in the vest swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Brother Ma's men have been keeping watch in Tongxian for half a month... Liu Decai doesn't know, but one of Wei Dabiao's drivers from his distillery, surnamed Sun, got drunk at a restaurant a couple of days ago and bragged to people that his boss had found a tough young man to fix cars and that he had subdued the people at the repair shop... That guy relayed the news back to him..."

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes.

The driver's surname is Sun.

He was one of the truck drivers who went with Wei Dabiao to Lida Auto Repair Shop last time.

It's not that Wei Dabiao can't keep his mouth shut, it's that his subordinates can't control their mouths.

Zhang Yong removed the crowbar from the man in the vest's wrist and stood up.

"Go back and tell your boss, Mr. Ma."

He inserted the crowbar into the canvas bag and fastened the buttons.

"I haven't finished investigating the fake oil issue yet. If he's smart, he'll stop now. If he's not—"

Zhang Yong glanced at the two people lying on the ground.

"Bring a few more people next time you come."

He turned and walked towards Jialing 125.

A muffled laugh came from behind me.

Zhang Yong stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head.

The man in the vest lay on the ground with his head tilted to one side, but the expression on his face was not one of fear.

It's a laugh.

A smile that reveals something the other person doesn't.

"Hey... Zhang Yong... why are you in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you ask how many guys are in the group this time?"

The man in the vest spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice muffled.

"Did you know you had guests at your house today?"

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