Life in siheyuan era

Around seven o'clock, Old Liu's figure headed towards the front yard, as it was his routine to make a round of the entire compound at this time.

Seeing his figure disappear, Zhou Zhiyuan retracted his gaze and began to organize the documents on his desk, neatly stacking them into a pile, then putting his notebook and pen into the drawer.

He had a witness now. Old Liu could testify to how diligent he was: "Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan was still working diligently at his desk past seven in the evening."

With this testimony, Zhou Zhiyuan had successfully completed his overtime activity. He got up and stretched for a few minutes, then practiced the Dragon Whirlwind Force.

He didn't care about Hu Biao's revenge, but he wouldn't underestimate him. A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit, and some mistakes were not to be made.

Zhou Zhiyuan never made mistakes when it came to fighting. After finishing his Dragon Whirlwind Force practice, he walked out of the house and unleashed a set of modified combat boxing techniques, which were now even more ferocious. The Dragon Whirlwind Force was integrated into it, increasing its lethality by more than double.

After finishing this set of combat boxing, he returned to the house, sat in the chair, and repeatedly muttered to himself, "Ten minutes, ten minutes..."

He was going to do another experiment, setting the time on his wrist, closing his eyes, and raising the Starry Sky Diagram, then entering the state of "Nothingness."

Zhou Zhiyuan woke up from a nap, feeling refreshed. He raised his wrist to check his watch, confirming that the experiment was successful. Ten minutes meant ten minutes.

This ten-minute nap left him full of energy. He got up, stretched languidly, and in one breath, five minutes passed, allowing all the muscles and bones in his body to fully relax.

Walking along East Fifth Road for a while, then turning onto Xingyi Third Street, there were even fewer figures on this road, with only a few bicycles hurriedly passing him by.

On this road, he seemed alone and isolated. He quickly walked past the dim street lamp, then stopped, took off his watch, put it in his inner pocket, and turned to look at the twenty or so figures under the street lamp. A smile appeared on Zhou Zhiyuan's face.

These people, wearing cotton hats and cotton coats, had been constantly tracking and gathering from the vicinity of the Xingyi Street Office. As his pace quickened, they also began to jog. When they saw him suddenly stop and turn around, they were stunned and hurriedly stopped, all reaching into their bags.

They didn't expect Zhou Zhiyuan to stop. The people in front hurriedly stopped, but the people behind didn't react in time, and the resulting collision threw the crowd into chaos.

This was the best opportunity to attack. Zhou Zhiyuan laughed loudly and dashed towards his locked-on target.

Having been in countless battles, and even wanting to write a book, he established the Law of Group Fights.

The Law of Group Fights is divided into three strategies: upper, middle, and lower. When one person faces a group of people, the best strategy is to run away as fast as possible, at a speed that definitely exceeds one's usual pace.

This strategy has an iron rule: once you decide to implement the upper strategy, you must resolutely execute it, even if you get hit on the head with a brick, don't worry about it, just run out of the danger zone before dealing with it.

The success rate of this strategy reaches over 50%. Generally, there are only those who desperately run, and no one who desperately chases, unless your speed is too slow and you don't usually exercise. In that case, you deserve to get beaten up.

The middle strategy is to rush up and fight desperately. This is a strategy that Zhou Zhiyuan often uses, but with a success rate of less than 10%. He often ends up with a bloody head and then gets a few whacks from Lin Shurong when he gets home.

This strategy also has an iron rule: you must never act impulsively. You must first consider whether you are a ruthless person.

Fighting is about who is more ruthless than the other. There is a saying, "The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the unruly, and the unruly fear those who don't value their lives." If you're willing to risk your life in a fight, you've already won half the battle psychologically.

And the reason he wins every battle is that he's willing to risk his life.

But this strategy is very dangerous, and you can't withstand it without strong resistance to being hit.

In a fight, fighting skills account for 40%, while 60% is about who can take a beating better. This is another kind of ruthlessness. Zhou Zhiyuan can take a beating. He doesn't fall down even when a stick hits his head. He's ruthless enough, so he wins.

Among these three strategies, Zhou Zhiyuan has only used the upper and middle strategies. He has only used the upper strategy twice, and not even in group fights. When he saw that middle-aged man shatter a brick with one palm, Zhou Zhiyuan turned around and ran, disappearing in a flash.

And the middle-aged man didn't chase, probably because he knew he couldn't catch up with his speed. This is the benefit of practicing running.

The second time was still this middle-aged man. Zhou Zhiyuan didn't wait for him to show off his brick-breaking skills and unhesitatingly used the upper strategy, still disappearing in a flash.

The third time he met the middle-aged man, he decided to negotiate, as always running wasn't a solution.

So he proposed a condition, "I won't block your brother anymore, and you don't come to block me."

The middle-aged man accepted his condition, and the two sides made peace.

Only then did he learn that the middle-aged man never intended to beat him up and actually admired him quite a bit, but he wouldn't teach him brick-breaking skills, fearing that he would learn them and continue to beat up his brother.

Although his brother was a bastard, he was still his brother.

As for Zhou Zhiyuan, with the experience of the middle-aged man, he had used the upper strategy twice, and the rest were all middle strategies, but he had never used the lower strategy. He didn't know what the result of surrendering would be? But it should be pretty miserable, as it's human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong.

So here, we mainly talk about the middle strategy, which Zhou Zhiyuan is familiar with.

First, you must show weakness, which means walking faster and faster, making them think you're going to run, and making them speed up their pace.

There are two reasons why they didn't attack at this time: there were still pedestrians around, and they were afraid someone would call the police. If someone testified afterward, they would be in trouble.

The second reason was to increase Zhou Zhiyuan's psychological pressure. He had beaten Hu Biao, which meant he had high combat strength. They were here to beat people, not to be beaten by others, hoping that Zhou Zhiyuan would run away, as everyone loves to beat a dog when it's down.

And Zhou Zhiyuan quickly walked past the street lamp and then stopped, exposing them to the light, while disrupting their marching order. The most taboo thing when facing a group fight is to let them calmly deploy their formation, and the loud laughter was a preemptive strike, so that when you are calm, they will not be calm.

Once this preliminary work is done, you must strike while the iron is hot and attack quickly, but you must never fight in a chaotic and disorganized manner. The most taboo thing is to attack randomly, which won't do much damage to them, and in the end, only you will be hurt.

And the best way to fight is to ignore how others hit you, grab one person and never let go, swinging your fists and beating them to death, fully embodying the spirit of getting your money's worth by grabbing one person.

There is a psychological factor here. When one person faces a group of people, they can completely let go and not worry about controlled knives. No matter what state you beat the other person into, the responsibility is not great.

But the other party has concerns and dares not use their full strength. At this time, in terms of ruthlessness, one person has an absolute psychological advantage. As long as you are not afraid of being beaten until your head is bleeding, the result will not be too bad.

Of course, another situation is an exception.

This situation is choosing the wrong target. If the target you grab is tall and strong, you will definitely be knocked down by the other party before you can beat them to death.

So choosing a target is very important, and Zhou Zhiyuan's choice to target Hu Biao, who was standing in front, was definitely the right choice.

Hu Biao hated Zhou Zhiyuan to the bone, but the punch he took at noon also left a deep psychological shadow on him.

He came with the intention of revenge, but he made a mistake. Getting revenge overnight is a good habit, provided that you eliminate the psychological shadow.

Hu Biao was eager to take revenge without eliminating the psychological shadow. Looking at Zhou Zhiyuan's back, he couldn't wait to tear him into pieces, but when he turned around, he felt a chill in his heart. Hearing his loud laughter, the hairs on his body stood on end in shock.

Seeing this figure rushing towards him, the hatred in his heart suddenly vanished, and a chill rose in his heart.

But it was too late for him to turn around and run at this time. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his abdomen, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable howl.

The sharp pain from noon struck again, and Hu Biao immediately lost control of his body, unable to feel his body spinning, his feet becoming a pair of powerful weapons, knocking down several thugs with a few bangs.

Zhou Zhiyuan's speed was too fast, and the thugs only reacted at this time, all letting out a cry, expressing anger, surprise, and fear, various emotions vented out in an instant.

The thugs had never seen this kind of person, who would actually take the initiative to attack a group of people, and succeed with one blow.

When they saw Hu Biao's body spinning and rising, and heard his miserable howl, the thugs' hearts immediately became filled with a gloomy wind, and they collectively fell into a state of panic, waving their kitchen knives, bricks, and iron chains and hacking and smashing wildly, regardless of who the target was.

So Hu Biao's miserable howls grew louder and louder, until a bang came, and Hu Biao's head was hit by a brick, and he immediately fainted.

Hearing that he was silent, Zhou Zhiyuan was about to change his fighting style, as the fainted Hu Biao could no longer be used as a shield. This was a fight, not murder.

This was the time to show off his superb group fighting skills: hit one, observe two, and盯 (dīng - stare at) three. He had already identified the second target, the young man who was frantically trying to snatch Hu Biao, who must have a close relationship with him.

The one who had a close relationship with Hu Biao was his second target to knock down.

Finding the target, he spun his body to force back the crowd, using the momentum to throw Hu Biao, knocking down several thugs, and then pounced towards the second target.

But the other party was also a ruthless character. Seeing him pounce, he remained calm, flipped his wrist, and revealed a dagger, stabbing straight at him. This knife was fast and ruthless, heading straight for his stomach.

This was a martial arts youth, with no low combat strength. This knife was silent, like a poisonous snake suddenly darting out.

And Zhou Zhiyuan discovered this knife too late, but the problem was with him, his speed was too fast, and the slow-motion function had lost its effectiveness.

At this time, the slow-motion function could only allow him to discover this dagger, but could not allow him to avoid this knife, as he had taken the initiative to pounce.

At this time, he had already emptied his main consciousness, and it was too late to restore his main consciousness and adjust in time.

Moreover, having fought to this extent, Zhou Zhiyuan would not restore his main consciousness, and would continue to pounce according to his body's memory. Wasn't it just exchanging a punch for a knife? This was the time to be ruthless.