Chapter 11 Strongman Tribe
In northern cities in midsummer, it is already the so-called darkest time before dawn at around three o'clock.
At this time, everyone in the bar had left. The waiters cleaned up and left too.
Chiang Kai-shek was like an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth in and out of the bar, anxious , stamping his feet, sighing, getting angry, and then pacing, anxious, stamping his feet over and over again...
Xu Xiaofeng disappeared inexplicably, and her phone was left in the dressing room, which was in a mess. Lao Jiang knew that Xu Xiaofeng must have encountered an accident, and she would never allow the word "chaos" to appear in the place where she had been.
A tattered Ford was parked at the door of the bar, and its flashy appearance made people feel even more upset.
"Old Jiang." Xu Xiaofeng got out of the car and called out to Jiang Zhicheng softly.
Lao Jiang immediately pounced over like a provoked beast. He blocked Xu Xiaofeng behind him without saying anything, and shouted at the others who got off the car with bloodshot eyes: "Who are you?"
Xu Xiaofeng looked at everyone apologetically and comforted Lao Jiang: "Calm down, they saved me."
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The course of events was very simple and easy to explain, especially since Zhang Nianzu had already exposed his true colors. Chiang Kai-shek learned the entire situation from Xu Xiaofeng from the moment he entered the door to the moment he sat down. The two hugged each other for a long time before separating, and Chiang Kai-shek slowly walked towards the crowd.
Zhao Weiming said fearfully, "You won't kick us out, will you?"
Lao Jiang said softly, "Xiao Feng, go and have a rest."
Xu Xiaofeng stood up obediently.
Lao Jiang said to Zhao Meier again: "Go and keep her company."
Zhao Meir was very reluctant, and everyone could see that Chiang was deliberately sending the two women away.
Zhao Weiming winked at his sister and said, "Don't worry. You can be unkind but I cannot be unjust. I can share my information with you." Zhao Meir had no choice but to leave with Xu Xiaofeng half-believing and half-doubting.
The three men sat casually in the empty bar. Lao Jiang said slowly after a long while: "I shouldn't say what I'm going to say next, but you are Xiaofeng's saviors, so I'm only telling you two. As for what you do next, I won't care and won't get involved."
Zhao Weiming said excitedly: "Okay!"
Chiang Kai-shek looked at Zhang Nianzu, who was covered in blood, and asked, "Is this brother's injury okay?"
Zhang Nianzu said, "It's okay, I have thick skin." The bloody cut on his forehead was actually a minor injury. His shoulder, which had been hit by a stick, was now swollen. An experienced person would know that was the problem, but he looked normal.
"Good, you're a tough guy." Lao Jiang praised and took out a few bottles of beer from the bar and gave them to the two men. He took a sip, his eyes fell deep, and he seemed to have no idea where to start.
Zhao Weiming asked: "Brother Jiang?"
Lao Jiang suddenly said, "You can believe what I'm going to say next. If you don't, I can't do anything about it. Just treat me as an idiot who doesn't know how to repay a favor and is using nonsense to fool you." He didn't wait for the two to react, and said bluntly, "The grandfather you are looking for is not a person."
When Zhao Weiming heard this, he became angry and shouted, "Is that a ghost?" He usually didn't have the courage to do this, but now that Chiang Kai-shek had made a promise and he and Zhang Nianzu had been busy all night, he couldn't accept the other party teasing him like this!
Lao Jiang glared at him and said, "Of course, it's not right to say that he is not a person. Strictly speaking, Zuye is more like a title, just like 'Chief' and 'Khan'. It is a title, the leader of a tribe."
Zhang Nianzu pondered and said, "Tribe?"
Lao Jiang said, "Race is more accurate for us." He reminded the two people on the other side in advance, "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking. I'll give you time to ask questions."
Zhang Nianzu and Zhao Weiming nodded.
"Our race appeared very early. We have lived in every dynasty with historical records. We have a characteristic that more than 90% of the men in our tribe are good at fighting. These warriors have a strong fighting talent and are natural martial arts masters without having to learn any kung fu. Moreover, their physical strength and endurance are many times stronger than ordinary people."
Zhao Weiming's eyes widened and he wanted to interrupt Chiang Kai-shek, but he had already made an appointment, so he had to slap himself hard.
Lao Jiang said, "I know you are listening to fairy tales. When my father told me this when I was 12, I didn't believe it. Later, I believed it after I was hit by a speeding carriage. When my father heard the news and rushed over, the driver was wiping tears in frustration, waiting for my father to ask for a big profit from him. At that time, my arm was covered in blood, but my father picked me up and ran home, fearing that people would watch. It was as if he had hit someone else."
Zhao Weiming couldn't help but ask, "What happened next?"
Lao Jiang took a sip of beer to calm himself down and said, "By the time I got home, my wound had already scarred over. When I took a shower at night, I couldn't even tell that I was injured."
"Oh my god!" Zhao Weiming yelled.
Lao Jiang said: "This is the most incredible thing about our race - we have a miraculous ability to heal after injury."
Zhang Nianzu suddenly said, "I believe it! I have never understood how you could beat 19 people by yourself. Even if you have Bruce Lee's skills, you will lose all your strength after being cut by a knife. Now it finally makes sense!"
Zhao Weiming hesitated and said, "What about your injuries..."
"It's already healed!" Lao Jiang rudely tore off the bandages on his arms and chest. Apart from some shallow marks on those places, there was no sign of serious injuries.
Crash——
Zhao Weiming quickly pushed over the chair and stood up, subconsciously wanting to escape. This is the most normal reaction of a person after seeing a monster.
Lao Jiang looked around and saw that there was no one else. Then he grinned and said, "I'm almost getting prickly heat from covering myself up these days. I'll cool down for a while."
Zhang Nianzu motioned Zhao Weiming to sit down and said to Lao Jiang: "Is Grandpa your leader?"
Lao Jiang nodded: "That's right."
Zhang Nianzu asked, "So he is the best fighter?"
Lao Jiang said: "No. The ancestor is not elected, but inherited from generation to generation, just like the emperor passed the throne, from father to son, and then from son to son."
Zhao Weiming sat down with the back of his chair facing Lao Jiang so that he could escape at any time, but he couldn't help but interrupt: "Then you will be convinced? Everyone is awesome, why is it that your family has been the boss for generations?"
Lao Jiang said: "Everyone is convinced. Facts have proved that under the leadership of our ancestors, our people have never made any mistakes, and the abilities of our ancestors in all generations are outstanding. Of course, this is what my father told me."
Zhao Weiming's glasses sparkled as he said, "Now you should tell us where our grandfather is, right?"
Lao Jiang said: "I have never seen him."
"Ah?" Zhang Nianzu and Zhao Weiming were both stunned.
Lao Jiang said cheerfully, "The reason I'm telling you all this is because I've never met him. A person who has been holding back so many things for so many years will always want to find someone to talk to. Of course, even if I knew his whereabouts, I couldn't tell you. The clan members have the obligation and duty to protect the grandfather. If I leak the secret, it would be a betrayal."
Zhao Weiming said with a sad face: "Are you kidding us? What about the other tribesmen?"
Lao Jiang said: "Because we are strong, the world calls us the Strong People. With the changes of the times and the migration of our people, our Strong People have also scattered to all corners of the world. I have only seen one person from my tribe in my entire life. As for the other people, I cannot recognize them even if I meet them face to face."
"Then what should we do?" Zhao Weiming still didn't give up.
Lao Jiang said slowly, "I have told you so much, but you still haven't understood the main idea - this game is too dangerous, you can't afford to play it!" He looked at Zhang Nianzu and said, "I heard from Xiaofeng that you are very fierce in fighting, but if your opponent is me, what chance do you have of winning?"
Zhang Nianzu shook his head. There are two reasons that Lao Wu's car repair skills are amazing, and there are several car repair shops in Changsheng Street. In addition to taking care of his own business, Lao Wu never refuses to ask for help. He is a typical example of winning people over with virtue. The second reason is the main reason: no one in Changsheng Street can beat him! Most of the guys in the car repair shops are young and restless. It is normal to fight to grab business. Zhang Nianzu is the king of singles in Changsheng Street. Sometimes he is not afraid of one-on-two or one-on-three, but 1V19, forget it.
Lao Jiang smiled and said, "Although I am from the Strongman tribe, I don't have a strong sense of racial identity. At best, I am the kind of poor person who listens to the elders in the family bragging about how awesome our family has been for three generations. But my strength is definitely the weakest in the tribe. If my tribe members hear that you are planning to take over our ancestors, you know the consequences. Listen to my advice and give up."
Zhang Nianzu asked Zhao Weiming: "What do you mean?"
Zhao Weiming frowned and said, "Advice is unpleasant to the ears, but good medicine tastes bitter. I think Brother Jiang is really doing this for our own good - let's not play anymore!"
