Chapter 113: Mentor

Yang Yi sat against the wall and remained silent for a long time.

Thinking back on what happened in the past two days, Yang Yi found that he seemed to be really proud, just like Zhang Yong said, with his tail raised to the sky.

So far, he is indeed able to get anything he wants, but among those who were knocked down by him, are there any masters? Not to mention masters, apart from being physically strong, they haven't even learned how to punch more powerfully. They are completely at the level of ordinary people, at most a little stronger and more ruthless than ordinary people.

But the problem is that outside the prison, these people use guns, not knives.

Yang Yi doesn't plan to stay in prison for the rest of his life, so the ecosystem in the prison is meaningless to him. If he goes out with the mentality of being in prison, it will be very miserable and he will die.

Now in this era, it is no longer possible to run amok with good kung fu. Kung Fu just gives him a better foundation, but it is far from the ultimate weapon he can use to run amok.

His face still seemed to be in burning pain, but Yang Yi was woken up by the beating.

"Brother Yong, thank you."

Yang Yi was very sincere when he said thank you, then he paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Thank you for beating me back from the wrong road in time."

Zhang Yong also sat down against the wall, and then he said in a low voice: "I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and my foundation is very good. When I got out of the recruit company, I found out why the things I practiced since I was a child are useless?"

Sighing, Zhang Yong said with a sad face: "Let me tell you, martial arts are outdated, because now is the era of guns, what's the use of fighting if you can't stop the bullets, and now fighting Can we meet each other? Hundreds of meters away, bullets are flying around, if you touch them, you will be injured or killed, what good is your kung fu practiced?"

Yang Yi remained silent, Zhang Yong took out two cigarettes, put them in his mouth and lit them together, then he handed one to Yang Yi, and said in a low voice, "Guess, how many people have I beaten to death with my fists?" ?”

Yang Yi took the cigarette, took a puff in his mouth, pondered for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "Ten? You are so powerful, and you are both a mercenary and an assassin. There must be at least ten?"

Zhang Yong stretched out three fingers and said, "Three, just three."

"Ah, so little?"

Zhang Yong shook his head and said, "Is it too small? If I say that two of the three of them were still caught by us, and there was no threat at all, I would be angry, but what they did was not done by humans, so I said Beat them alive, what do you say?"

"Ah, so there's only one?"

Zhang Yong smiled and said, "Only one, I killed an enemy with my bare hands, and was injured, very seriously, almost died."

Yang Yi opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Zhang Yong took a deep breath and said, "I have killed several people with knives, but in the true sense of life and death, there is only one time when I fight with bare hands. Remember, fists are the last weapon and the most reliable weapon, but it is by no means The most efficient weapon is to use a gun if you can, use a knife if you can’t use a gun, or stab, in short, don’t put all your hopes on your fists.”

Yang Yi nodded and said, "I remember, I really remember."

Zhang Yong put the cigarette to his mouth, smiled, and said in a deep voice: "But this is the value of kung fu. I practiced it all my life, and I never dared to let it go. Then I used it once, but this time it saved my life. , you say, is it worthwhile or not for me to practice kung fu all my life?"

"It's worth it! Of course it's worth it, you only have one life."

Zhang Yong nodded and said with a smile: "I think so too. Maybe you won't be able to use it all your life, but when you can use it, you will be glad that you have practiced it all your life. So it's not that kung fu is useless, it's just that it is no longer useful on the battlefield. It has a decisive effect, but practicing martial arts can make you agile, clear-headed, faster than others, smarter than others, and more capable than those who don't practice."

Yang Yi said resolutely: "I will continue to practice, brother Yong, don't worry, I will never give up my kung fu in my life."

Zhang Yong nodded and said: "You are a spy. In the underground world, which is not a battlefield, kung fu is very useful. Even if you practice only shooting guns faster than others, that is survival." A lot of money."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yong stood up, stretched out his hand to Yang Yi, and pulled Yang Yi up after Yang Yi grabbed his hand.

Standing up, Yang Yi rubbed his stomach and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yong, I have to thank you for waking me up, but your attack is too ruthless, it hurts me to death."

Zhang Yong said with a smile: "If you don't hit hard, you don't have a long memory. Besides, what is this? I haven't tried hard yet."

Yang Yi sat on the bed. After thinking for a while, he said to Zhang Yong: "Brother Yong, do you think I should continue to recruit people to beat me?"

"Fight, of course you have to fight. Have you learned anything from those white people today? I mean your understanding of kung fu."

"Yes! Really! But I can't tell you what it feels like."

Zhang Yong smiled and said: "It's right if you can't say it. This is everyone's own experience and understanding. You can only fight by yourself. Accumulate experience bit by bit, and gradually you will understand what's going on. , Even if the fight is more dangerous than the situation you encountered today, you can handle it freely instead of panicking, so of course you have to continue fighting."

Yang Yi said in a deep voice: "I think so too. By the way, Brother Yong, there is one more thing. Do you think I will accept my younger brother?"

"What's wrong?"

"I just feel that I'm a little swollen, and I feel bad to be hugged by my younger brother, especially if I'm so swollen."

Zhang Yong said with a smile: "You don't want to do it alone in the future, do you? You must get someone to follow you to do it together? So why don't you accept the younger brother, just treat it as a practice."

"But just a few prisoners..."

"Prisoners? All those locked up here are fucking human beings! Compared with the people inside, the ordinary people outside are like little princesses in fairy tales. You can put all the prisoners here Set it straight, let me tell you, then you will be powerful, guns are not allowed in this prison, if you run into them outside, then you really don’t know who is the big brother, believe it or not.”

Yang Yi laughed, and said: "It makes sense, Brother Yong, you have a lot of experience, so you can speak well."

Zhang Yong said in a deep voice: "What is level is that you have been around for a few years longer than you, but you have to remember that people can use them, but you have to see them clearly with your own eyes. It’s not because you like you, it’s because you can protect them, you are valuable, otherwise why would he nod and bow down to be your little brother? Is he cheap? Don’t take yourself too seriously and think that you can survive if others leave you. Be careful, when you are useless, there may not be a few people left around you, it is not bad if the people who call you brothers and sisters don't fall into trouble."

The saved manuscripts are completely gone, that's all for tonight, and there will be more at noon tomorrow.