At the doorway of the sports room, there was a man taller than any other one standing there with his arms crossed.


    There was a scar left on Fatty Zhang’s face, and his arms were thicker than the thighs of the other prisoners.


    "Don’t be naughty, little kid. Are you going to mess with old Taoist...me?"


    Tai Yinzi didn’t move, but took up the ss and had a sip, ncing at him.


    Fatty Zhang sneered and walked in... He wasn’t alone, there were three young and strong men behind him. Among the trio was Frog.


    Upon seeing them approach with a fiendish expression, Zhou Xiaokun suddenly out came to thaw the atmosphere, "Brother Zhang, we can have a discussion... my brother was not in a good mood recently. Or, let me apologize to you. And I can pay for your loss!"


    "Don’t worry, if you want to pay, I’ll receive that." Fatter Zhang sneered and pointed to himself, "I want thepensation and my reputation! That old fart struck my guy. That means he pped my face, so I must beat him up to get even!"


    With those words, Fatty Zhang pushed away Zhou Xiaokun and grasped the old man’s cor, pulling him up, "Old Fart, trash! Did you take the wrong medicine? You dare to provoke me?!"


    "You’d better put me down and kowtow to me, your grandpa. Maybe then, I can forgive you." Tai Yinzi yawned.


    Fatty Zhang didn’t get enraged but justughed, "Did you guys hear that? This old fart must be out of his mind! Haha, let me see what you can do!"


    While saying that, Fatty Zhang released him and cracked his knuckles. Cracking sounds emitted from his finger joints. "I’m nice to weak people. I’ll give you a chance first...e on!"


    "OK!"


    "Roar!"


    "Punch him!"


    Fatty Zhang’s henchmen suddenly kicked up a fuss... To the prisoners here that had only a simple and boring life, some ’games’ that could stimte their hormone were enough to push away the agitation in their hearts.


    Tai Yinzi snorted. He put hands back, replying calmly, "It is better if I let you have 3 moves first !"


    "Oh?" Fatty Zhang was amused. He opened his eyes wide, "Do you hear that? This old guy... is quite interesting! Then sorry for the offense!"


    Seeing Fatty Zhang came close with a sneer, Zhou Xiaokun said hurriedly, "Brother Zhang! Calm down! The guards wille."


    "No! They won’t! At least, not before I finish the fight!" Fatty Zhang turned his head.


    Then, the trio behind him walked to Zhou Xiaokun and pressed him down.


    "Are you ready? Old guy!" Fatty Zhang deeply breathed, raising up his fist.


    He used to be a boxer with beefy muscles all over his body. No ordinary person could receive one punch from him, let alone a thin and weak senior.


    "Hold on!"


    But the old man yelled before he threw out his punch. This fierce shout scared Fatty Zhang.


    He caught hold of his emotions, raising his eyebrows, "Why? Are you going to beg for mercy?"


    Tai Yinzi smiled calmly, lifting up the TV remote control... and turned on the only TV in this room.


    Then turned to the music channel.


    "What are you doing?" Fatty Zhang asked with surprise.


    Tai Yinzi sneered, "Stupid, don’t you know I’m unbeatable with my BGM(Background Music)?"


    "F*ckin stupid!!"


    Fatty Zhang gave a start, and thought he was jeering at him. Therefore, without hesitation, he punched the old man’s head.


    However, that old man turned his head and evade his attack. He said, "Young people are really tuyang(too young)!"


    "Are you courting death?!"


    Fatty Zhang shook his fist!


    Tai Yinzi squatted slightly and the arm went over his head without hurting him. He stretched out his arm like a snake, five fingers forming a triangle shape, hitting Fatty Zhang’s waist.


    The attack looked weak, but made Fatty Zhang screech. He covered the wound while his face turned pale and cold sweat started flowing out!


    Then, Tai Yinzi gave a kick to Fatty Zhang,unching him 2 meters away.


    "Oh, it hurts..." Fatty Zhang covered his belly, climbing up with grabbing something. He yelled, "Don’t stand there, you guys! Go beat him! Beat him down!!"


    Then, the trio let go Zhou Xiaokun, pouncing on this thin and old man.


    "You guys don’t know anything about power! Humph!"


    A snort.


    Everyone saw the trio pouncing on him, but fell back and copsed onto the ground.


    This low-profile ’good man’ Old Feng, now opened his arms, one in front and the other at back with his palm up and with both legs in a horse stance, "I’ll show you guys what real power is! A dadada!!"


    Frog was the first to squat down with pain. Tai Yinzi-style, Old Feng got the first blood!


    Another youth screamed on the ground, Tai Yinzi-style, Old Feng got a double kill!


    Ouch! The third cry was heard, Tai Yinzi-style, Old Feng got a triple kill and controlled the battlefield!


    "Don’t... don’t punch my face! Fatty Zhang held his head! Tai Yinzi-style, Old Feng, beyond godlike!


    "Humph, have you had enough?"


    Tai Yinzi waved his sleeve, standing upright.


    Fatty Zhang and the trio drooped, shaking their heads with a tremble and answered with fear, "Please, no more."


    Tai Yinzi nodded, turning about and indifferently said, "Listen, since from now on, I’m the boss of this ce! Got it?"


    "Yes, we understand..." Everybody nodded.


    "Good... let me continue telling you the story... Huh, where was I?"


    "Bro, you said Wenhou hadn’t appeared yet..." Zhou Xiaokun reminded him secretly.


    Tai Yinzi nodded, taking off his slipper, sitting down, and patting the slipper heavily again.


    "At that time, Wenhou..."


    ...


    ...


    Old Feng cut out the most suitable size.


    He used the best silk fabrics.


    But he was really old with a loss of vision. Threading the strings took him lots of time.


    And his fingers were not as flexible as before.


    He did every procedure carefully and dared not to work quickly.


    Because he couldn’t bear even a tiny mistake.


    Turning on themp light by the workbench, Old Feng had spent a whole day at work.


    He had to make up for the disadvantage of being not as quick.


    He didn’t leave the workbench except to have a lunch and going to the washroom.


    It started to rain and the weather of this city turned abnormal. But Old Feng didn’t notice that, because he hadid down on the workbench at some point.


    He held the needle, but his eyes were closed and was fast asleep.


    Pah, pah, pah, the rain hit the window and almost soaked the furniture in the room. But right then, the window was closed gently.


    The club boss had always been here.


    He looked at the senior by themplight.


    Luo Qiu closed the window, and waved his hand to disperse the rainwater immediately.


    He then walked to the tea cab, adding some water to the kettle.


    The water would be automatically boiled and turned to keep warm, so that the senior could drink warm water upon waking up.


    Old Feng would never notice these subtle actions.


    Because had long since forgotten about food, sleep, and even himself.