Everything that happened can actually be called a story later, but it can be passed down and not heard by others.

Then when the story is long enough to be vague and many interpretations are added, it becomes a legend. And the less specific the legend is, the less factual it is, the more it looks like a legend, and it gradually becomes more and more exciting between word of mouth.

Until many years later, Fei Yong was still a legend in the underworld in the small county town he once ruled and came out of.

That was probably more than a decade later.

In the second half of the summer night, shirtless and tattooed teenagers walked out of the smoky Internet café, sat down at a random street stall on the corner of the road, lit fried screws and skewers, smoked cigarettes, swore and drank beer from the bottle.

During this period, they talked about the "big guys" on the county road and argued about who was more awesome.

"They're a piece of, do you know that we used to be the most famous fat warrior?" one of them slammed the table with a wine bottle and said, "Now these big brothers are compared to him, and they can't be served on the table with dog meat." ”

"What kind of fat bravery, is it so good?"

"Nonsense, he knocked down the next X city back then. ”

"Tsk, that's. ”

"Heh, that thinks it's enough cows? If I tell you that Fei Yong once led more than 200 brothers into the deep city later, you wouldn't be scared to death?"

"Really?"

"Hmm. ”

"Wow!"

There was an exclamation.

It was a deep city, and the young gangsters used all the pictures and information they could mobilize to imagine the feat of killing from a small county town to a special region, the story of the 200-man dragon crossing the river.

The streets of the deep city, the bloody battle, they guessed that it should be like this......

"What happened then?" someone asked impatiently.

"Then it was not clear. Some people say that he was very fierce after he got there, but later because he was too showy, he was dealt with by the head snake of the ground, two hundred people against several thousand people, fought for more than a month, lost, and died. Some people also say that the third child under his command is an anti-bone boy, and as soon as Fei Yong and his wife and daughter arrived in Shencheng, he led people to sink into the sea. Some people also said that Fei Yong's mistake was that he took in two guys who couldn't get along with the port city and came to take refuge, and that girl was actually an undercover agent. Others said......"

There are many endings in legends, some are tragic, some are aggrieved, and some are regrettable...... It's just that one thing is the same, that is, Fei Yong's feat back then, in the end, he didn't get a good result, and he lost his life.

Regarding the rivers and lakes back then, the person called Fei Yong talked like this for a long time.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and the young gangsters were almost drunk, got up and threw their clothes behind their shoulders, touched their pockets, and shouted, "Boss, how much?"

There was only one person left at this table for a long time, and the owner who had been busy not far away, and now the owner who was cleaning up the skewer rack came over and wiped his hands with an apron as he walked.

It was a fat old man with a flat head and gray hair, and after settling the account, the old man smiled and said, "237 yuan, wipe it, just give 230." ”

"Oh. ”

The young man looked around at the same time, it was so late, and there was no one else around. He turned back, slapped a hundred dollars on the table, looked up, and said, "Dude, I didn't bring enough money today, and the rest will be ...... next time."

After a pause, he looked at the fat boss with a provocative gaze and asked, "Old man, is it okay?"

The other thugs followed at the same time and took a few steps forward.

“…… No problem. The old man smiled, took the money, closed the table, and said nothing more.

The thugs felt trembling, laughed loudly and chatted, and walked away satisfied.

The young man in charge of grilling fish in the stall silently put down the iron guy in his hand not far away, walked over, and asked while helping to clean up, "Uncle Yong, are you okay?"

"It's fine. The old man shook his head with a smile and said, "But now the little gangsters, alas, the more they are mixed, the more they look bad, and they can't afford to pay two hundred yuan, so they run to look at the old man in front of the stalls to shake their majesty." Think about it back then, let's ......"

"Back then...... By the way, what happened to us back then?"

The young man had been curious for a long time, but he had never received an answer, but now he finally seized the opportunity, and his eyes were full of eagerness and yearning when he asked.

The old man raised his head and looked into the distance, opened his mouth, closed it again, smiled wryly and waved his hand, and said, "Don't mention it...... It's a shame to say it. ”

"No, 200 against thousand, or because of the anti-bones, we won't be ashamed to lose. The young man said anxiously.

There are many conjectures about the ending of Fei Yong's story, and the young man can easily dismiss one of them, because at least he is very sure that Fei Yong has not been sunk in the sea. As for the rest, what he prefers to believe in his heart is, of course, the story of being outnumbered and defeated in a bloody battle.

"Make a XX ......" The old man suddenly got excited, cursed a dirty word in his mouth, and after stabilizing himself, he took the initiative to change the topic, saying: "Don't ask around, tell me about your new iron plates, do you remember to buy them?"

"Well, I bought it, I bought it online. The young man replied, "It should be delivered in two days." ”

"......" The old man was holding an iron plate in one hand, and in the iron plate was the leftovers and chopsticks that had just been cleaned up, his hands were shaking, and the chopsticks were bumping and ringing.

Raising his other hand and pointing at the young man, the old man gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You use the wind again, you, you will get out of me." ”

The young man was stunned, his eyes lit up, and he was a little excited, relying on the fact that he had always been close to the old man, not only was he not afraid, but he caught up with a cheeky smile, "Shunfeng, what's wrong with Shunfeng, Uncle Yong? You were in Shencheng back then, wouldn't you have done it with Wang Wei? He can ...... now?"

"Wang Wei is a fart. The old man took a sip, then looked a little stunned, and said slowly: "If it weren't for the other bastard, now, maybe there would be no tailwind." ”

"There was no tailwind... Who's the other one?"

“…… The old man thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you go get a fish, and carry another case of wine, and I'll wash the dishes, and I'll come and tell you later." ”

At three o'clock in the morning, the food stalls in the open air had only one light on, and it was dark and breezy all around, and the fish was grilled on the charcoal stove on the table, steaming hot, and the wine glasses were empty and full, full and empty......

The young man's gaze was full of incredulity.

The old man continued lightly: "At that time, I went to the deep city...... They're there, in ......"

"What are you doing?"

“…… Sit in a circle, hold hands, and sing. ”

…………

At the end of 1993, after Fei Yong arrived in Shencheng, he settled in another more high-end hotel.

Out of the caution of the Jianghu people, they did not notify their brothers to pick them up in advance, but after settling here, they took people to the small hotel where the younger brothers lived, wanting to see the situation first.

Downstairs, he overheard singing......

"A good man breaks into a name,

A good man does what he looks like,

Good boys, we have to be worthy of our father and mother,

……”

Fei Yong thought for a while and said, "Probably made a mistake." ”

Then he led people to look around again, but he still didn't find his younger brothers, so Fei Yong had to call the third bamboo directly and ask him to come and lead the way.

The other side.

Bamboo put down the phone, looked at the room full of nervous downliners, and stretched out his hand to signal, "Steady." Brother Yong is here, what's there to panic about, let's give him a good reception as it is, and communicate slowly?"

A room full of people were stunned, what does this mean?