After walking a few more steps, the room in front suddenly opened and an old lady came out.

Black Yama asked, "Auntie Wu, are you done?"

"It's all packed. Xiaowei, who is this?"

"A friend of mine is staying here for a few days."

"You look unfamiliar. Are you also from the south city?"

"The leader of the Black Tiger Gang, Wang Hao."

I quickly greeted her: "Hello, Auntie Wu."

Wu Ma smiled, and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out. She said, "Okay, okay, hello." Then she looked at Hei Yanluo and said, "That's right. You should make more friends outside. Don't always cause trouble for others. In the end, you will become enemies."

Hei Yanluo said, "If I don't cause trouble for them, they will cause trouble for me. Aunt Wu, you don't understand what's going on here."

"Why don't I understand? I've eaten more salt than you've walked. Xiaowei, are you going to listen or not?"

"listen."

Only then did Aunt Wu leave with satisfaction.

I was filled with surprise. I didn't expect that the Black Yama, who was always cruel by nature, would be so humble in front of an old mother.

Black Yama continued to lead me forward, to the room where Aunt Wu had just come out, and said, "You can stay here for the next few days."

I dragged my suitcase in and it felt like a standard hotel room, with a bathroom, a balcony, and everything was clean.

Hei Yanluo took the key from the door, walked over and handed it to me: "I'm sorry to trouble you, but you have to live here for the next few days until Zhao Tiequan and I decide the winner."

"Okay." I took the key, put the suitcase in the corner, walked around for a while, and felt tèbiémǎnyì. I touched the quilt, which was clean and warm, full of the smell of sunshine, and had just been dried in the sun. Hei Yanluo was really thoughtful.

"Come on, I'll show you around."

I closed the door and followed Hei Yanluo out. As he walked, he told me that he lived alone on the second floor, in the room in the middle facing the stairs; his eight brothers lived on the first floor, four on the left and four on the right, and they got along very well.

Black Yama took me to see the Eight Vajra. Except for the Eighth, the first to the seventh were all there. I didn't feel any têbié after meeting them all. They were all typical Jianghu men, speaking in a loud and rough voice with sharp and fierce eyes. Then, Black Yama took me to the factory compound and pointed at the circle of houses converted into houses on the street and said, "They are all my people. Including men, women, old and young, there are more than a thousand people living here. When I open my eyes, there are a lot of people waiting for food, so I have to fight, I have to fight."

Ten years ago, Hei Yanluo was a workshop supervisor and had won the title of model worker. The city specially held a meeting to commend him. Later, the country reformed and many state-owned factories were responsible for their own profits and losses. The factory leaders were not enterprising and spent their days enjoying themselves. They did not care about the lives of the workers. They did not pay wages for three months and their families were so poor that they had no food to eat. Hei Yanluo was furious and revolted. He contacted eight brothers in the class and secretly dismantled and sold all the machines in the factory. Then he paid the workers wages on his own initiative. The factory leaders were furious and threatened to report them to the police and have them arrested. Hei Yanluo and the Eight Vajra discussed and decided to kill all the leaders.

From then on, they went further and further on this road, and established themselves firmly in the underworld of the south city with their unique ruthlessness.

"I can't stop. If I stop, these people will have nothing to eat." Hei Yanluo took me to the residential area, a row of low-rise houses made of red bricks, with wet clothes hanging at the door. Men, women, old and young walked around and greeted Hei Yanluo, all of them were very respectful. The old ones called him Xiaowei, the young ones called him Uncle Wei, and those who were about the same age called him Big Brother. I took a walk around the factory with Hei Yanluo, and I was really amazed. There is its own vegetable market, small supermarket, snack stand, and small clinic here, which is comparable to a small village.

"You stay here these days and cannot leave the factory gate. Do you have any objection?"

"No." I smiled. "This is great, like a paradise. Can I bring my family in to live here?"

Black Yama also smiled: "Okay."

I found that Black Yama and Zhao Tiequan both came from poor backgrounds, unlike White Yama who was born with nobility.

Back in the room, I opened my suitcase and took out all my stuff. Now I was under house arrest by Hei Yanluo, but I didn't feel I had lost my freedom at all. Instead, I felt a sense of tranquility away from the hustle and bustle of the city. This time, I brought a few books with me, all of which I couldn't read before. Now I took this opportunity to read them carefully. There was a lounge chair on the balcony, and I lay on it to read. Outside the window was the factory compound, and I could see the factory gate. Slowly, I fell asleep in the sun.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a commotion outside the window. I stood up quickly and saw a car parked in the yard, and someone was busy carrying someone out of it. I opened the window and the sound became more real. Hei Yanluo and a group of men were standing on the sidewalk, and someone shouted, "Old Eight, how are you?" A bloody person was carried out of the car, and it was indeed Old Eight who had left in the morning.

Lao Ba was still alive and mumbled something. Hei Yanluo said, "Quick, carry him inside and call Lao Li over!"

Everyone carried Lao Ba in. After a while, an old man came in hurriedly with a medicine box. I thought about it and went downstairs. In the hall, Lao Ba was lying on the conference table, and the old man was cleaning his wound. It seemed that there was no anesthetic yet, and Lao Ba was grimacing and screaming in pain, while everyone pressed his arms and legs. Lao Ba shouted: "Wei Hong, I fuck your ancestors!"

I know Wei Hong, one of Zhao Tiequan's original thirteen disciples. Peng Jiang is the eldest disciple, and I don't know much about Wei Hong. It seems that Lao Ba and Wei Hong had some conflicts, and it seems that he suffered a great loss. I walked over and saw that Lao Ba had obvious knife wounds on his body, and he showed no mercy and almost took Lao Ba's life. The old man's medical skills seemed okay, but he was old. He kept wiping sweat and his hands were shaking. It was a bit creepy to me. A lot of flesh was turned out and the bleeding could not be stopped.

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