Chapter 16

I throw the watch on Yi. Yi looks at me in surprise, he still has that ugly and strange face. The phonograph of the head of the shelter takes the last note and stops. Dragon is still fighting in the yard, and people he injured are being helped past us.

Neither Yi nor I know what to say. I think I'm even more embarrassed than Yi, so I simply comment: "All crazy." Then I take a step and want to quickly get away from him.

Yi calls me at the back, "Fanla!... Meng Fanliao." I stop and look at him, and he says with sincerity but indifference: "Thank you."

I can't help but maliciously reply to him: "If you get the chance this time to go to the battlefield, you'd better work hard to become a martyr."

Always like this, Yi always can't understand what others' bad words mean, or he understands, but no understanding has become his evasion. He has an expression of facing the death directly on his face and says: "I... I will work hard."

He succeeds. I grin and walk away, but I finally can't help but mutter about the following curse, which is originally for him: "So it won't be contemptible anymore."

All crazy.

Dragon is now very good-looking. A person who has beaten dozens or even tens of people has naturally been beaten by dozens or even tens of people. That person is as good-looking as they are. The gentleman's clothes have been completely torn. He is tearing off the last few pieces of rags from his body, and he is too lazy to check for swelling on his face and bruises on his body. He is now checking for a bite mark on his arm.

You can't help but notice that half of his body is covered in pictures of flowers, with a handsome dragon head floating in the middle, and you can't help but hear that guy talking and panting — to be honest, from being able to provoke everyone in the early morning and hold on until now, you can completely treat him as a demon.

"Who bits me? Let me take a look at your teeth!" He is not angry, but muttering, "I don't want to hit you, just don't give me any infectious disease."

No one comes forward. When I come in, I insert the bayonet to the ground next to Yaoma. Yaoma glances at me, but doesn't move. Like everyone else, he looks at Dragon.

"Whoever bits me, I have beaten him down", Dragon begins to shout again: "Is there anyone else looking for death? Come up and smell my fists together!"

Bean hurriedly comes over and reports the observation results: "It's done. It's down. He's panting."

Even Yaoma himself can hear that Dragon is already out of breath. What he wants to know is how many people Dragon has already greeted.

Bean stretches his fingers to count, "nineteen... twenty!"

"That's it." The Sichuan guy, who has always been cunning, stands up and glances at the bayonet I had inserted to the ground. I glance at him, and he looks back at me. He doesn't move the bayonet in the end. He doesn't move his bayonet, but I can see what is bulging inside the rag wrapped in his right hand.

Then this guy walks up and has eye to eye contact with Dragon. The Southerners and Northeasterners have eye to eye contact for a while.

"What are you looking at, you Sichuan monkey? With just one fist, I'll make your head become spicy brain!" Dragon raises his fist and stares straight at Yaoma.

Yaoma gives a fake smile and says: "Good."

"What's good? You think I don't know? You and that Hunan guy have been trying to beat me down, you are just cowards. Where's the Hunan guy? Come together."

Yaoma is still laughing. Suddenly he lets out a loud shout: "Bean, go!"

Bean doesn't have that kind of guts. Even he wants to get on, he just shakes his body and makes Dragon turn for a second. Yaoma doesn't expect Bean to do anything. He knows that if he doesn't sneak attack, he's not match for Dragon. Yaoma pounces, and Dragon takes the punch. The corner of his mouth begins to bleed. Dragon also gives a punch back, Yaoma uses his left hand to block it, causing Dragon to shake his hand in pain.

Now Yaoma is very proud, shaking his two armed hands. He stoops and circles around Dragon, seemingly intending to take Dragon's lower body straight down. Dragon begins to carefully deal with this opponent, bending down as if he needs to tighten the shoelaces he had already loosened. But in the end, he just smashes a shoe onto Yaoma's waist. Then, he throws himself out, hitting Yaoma against the wall, accompanied by a knee bump.

Yaoma immediately softens like noodles.

Bean stands far away and blusters: "Ah ah — "

Dragon turns his head and glances at Bean who is five meters away from him, facing the air with his turtle-like fists. He doesn't pay attention, grabs Yaoma's right hand and shakes it violently. He shakes out a piece of iron sheet wrapped in cloth, then he rolls Yaoma's left hand, glances at the tree stick tied to his wrist, and drags him out of the battlefield with one hand.

There's something to do with Bean now, jump in — to take care of.

Dragon returns to the place where he can unleash his power, stands up, relax for a while, he is about to begin to curse again. A not too light blow from behind hits him in the head, and when Dragon turns around, he feels a bit angry and speechless. That is Yangdanzi who is like his servant and horse.

Yangdanzi obviously feels a bit shy because of the attempted raid, "I also want to go."

Dragon gives him a big thumbs-up gesture and says: "Fine!" He punches him with a clang, but Yangdanzi knows he can't win. After receiving that punch, he hugs Dragon's waist. We watch the two guys pushing and shoving in the courtyard, while Dragon watches a group of people still nearby, eyeing fiercely. He begins to hit Yangdanzi hard against the wall pillar, hitting him several times and then punching him again. Finally, Yangdanzi collapses.

Dragon turns around, and three guys are trying to pounce together at this gap. Now that everyone has learned the lesson, they know that dealing with this Northeast bear can only be a group fight. But Dragon has fought too many battles in his life. He glances at vet Hao near the gate, who is taking Yi into the yard, and stamps on Yangdanzi's knee. We all hear the loud bone cracking sound that makes people's hearts tremble, but Yangdanzi only snorts lightly.

"Who wants to come? Who wants to come should register with vet first! I'll let you go to the troops, and I'll let you be a cripple! This is very reasonable! If you want to be cannon fodder, it's better to be just a cripple!" Dragon looks at a circle of people and says fiercely.

Now it's quiet, everyone is quiet. The three guys who are trying to do something have taken back their positions, and the five guys who are planning to try to do something have retreated to the crowd. They finally decide to quietly lift Yangdanzi who had rebelled just now out of this courtyard for care — being disabled now is not a good choice for what they want to do.

Dragon is gasping for breath now. He is exhausted to the point where he can't even curse. He returns to his recliner and picks up half a bucket of water next to him, pouring it down head-on. As he sitting on his recliner, I am surprised that the recliner chair hasn't been smashed in half.

"What's to argue with a madman?" Someone mutters softly, but now everyone who doesn't want to be as crazy as Dragon has a reason: what's to argue with a madman? People slowly disperse. Kang Ya, Shepigu and I help Bean lift Yaoma out of the place.

Yaoma snorts and curses: "Where's the damn Hunan guy? He's never there when he is needed."

No one pays attention to him. Kang Ya arches me with his shoulder and says: "Deputy team leader."

I am dumbfounded by the sudden call and say: "What?"

"Do you have anything to eat?... Let me be honest, what are we eating today?" Kang Ya has become the most realistic person in the world.

I look at Yi, who is being examined by vet Hao for his wound, looking at me with his face mismatched. I look at everyone, everyone staring at me like I do.

"I supposed that we don't need to eat anymore." I say.

Whether we go or not, we have already been disturbed to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.