Wang Dashan, nicknamed "Shan Ye", is 1.93 meters tall and weighs 85 kilograms. When he got this nickname, he was only 24 years old.

Shan Ye's parents divorced when he was young, his mother cheated on him, and his father raised a second child. No one wanted to take care of this burden, so Shan Ye was raised by his grandfather.

In the fifth grade of elementary school, Shan Ye began to grow rapidly. He became taller and heavier, as if he had blown air.

By the second grade of junior high school, Mr. Shan was already 1.85 meters tall and weighed 70 kilograms. As Mr. Shan grew, his round face, which was often made fun of, began to turn into a fat one. He graduated from the third year of junior high school.

, Shanye is already a large iron tower with a height of 1.93 meters and a weight of 80 kilograms.

He has bronze eyebrows and leopard eyes, a wide mouth and a broad nose, a muscular face, and muscles like little steamed buns. Don't ask how a junior high school student can look like this. Mr. Shanye, the head teacher, is still worried about this problem to this day.

When I was young, due to family reasons, I was often called a "bastard" and "a father but not a mother." Shanye's violent temper was probably cultivated at that time. Later in junior high school, because of his really vicious appearance and his oppressive attitude

With Xing’s height and muscles, no one dares to offend Mr. Shan.

The environment in which one grows up determines a person's character. In this abnormal environment, Mr. Shan learned a truth. It is better to make others fear you than to make others respect you. Therefore, fists became Mr. Shan's only means of solving problems.

After graduating from junior high school, Shan Ye suddenly made a name for himself by relying on his strong body. After a few years of fighting and killing, his grandfather passed away. Before the old man died, the old man withered grass clutched Shan Ye tightly, demanding that he die with his eyes closed.

Sun Tzu corrected his evil ways and returned to righteousness.

After taking care of Grandpa's funeral, Grandpa Shan seemed to be a changed person, restrained a lot, and left the gang at the cost of two fingers.

After that, Shan Ye completely disappeared from people's sight, hid in a fringe city, and began his life as a pig butcher.

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The cold night with the end of daylight was about to usher in dawn. The wild cat carefully avoided the puddles. His nimble movements suddenly stopped, his ears pricked up, and his green eyes looked at the street not far away. A dilapidated car with stains on the door.

Xue Shui'er's van drove quickly and bumpily in front of Wild Cat.

The narrow cab was filled with the strong bloody smell of raw meat. A fat middle-aged man with a red face was chewing a cigarette, frowning hard, and his facial muscles twitched from time to time.

His chest rose and fell vigorously, and a puff of thick smoke was squeezed out of his lungs. It curled up in the slightly cool air. The driver, with a sad look on his face, looked at the farmer's market that was gradually appearing in outline, and pinched out the cigarette butt with all his strength.

Taking advantage of the farmer's market manager's lack of attention, the driver expertly drove the car into the market, turning a blind eye to the big red notice board next to it that said "No vehicles allowed!"

The car drove slowly in, and soon arrived in front of a butcher's shop that smelled of greasy food. The vendor next to him who had gotten up early and was arranging his stall looked up at the driver and showed some sympathy.

Rubbing his face vigorously, the driver squeezed out a smile on his stiff face, quickly got out of the car, and walked towards a dark figure who was working on the ground.

The black shadow was wearing a thick black leather apron. Before he got close, bursts of meaty smell rushed towards him. Even if he was squatting, the black shadow gave people a strong sense of oppression.

After packing up his tools, Mr. Shan heard the sound of brakes, raised his eyelids, glanced at the middle-aged driver, and continued working.

The driver seemed to have known the attitude of the person in front of him. He hesitated slightly, gritted his teeth, and stood in front of Mr. Shan. "Master Shan, do you think it's time to settle this account?" His voice was soft, just like the driver now.

The way he looked didn't look like asking for debt, but rather like he was begging for help.

"Huh?" When he heard the word "checkout", Shanye's copper bell-like eyes moved, he turned his neck, looked at the driver expressionlessly, and stood up slowly.

Originally, Shan Ye was squatting and nothing could be seen, but when he stood up, a shadow suddenly blocked the middle-aged fat man's entire sight.

Nearly two meters tall, with muscles as strong as steel, and bronze eyebrows and leopard eyes, he just stood there like an iron tower, full of intimidating aura.

But a closer look revealed that Mr. Shan was not that old, probably only in his twenties, but his sinister face made him look like a wanted criminal.

"Bah!" A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat at the driver's feet. Mr. Shan looked down at the driver's flattering red face and said sarcastically, "What? I'm not a person who doesn't give money? What are you doing with a hammer?" he said angrily.

The voice, deep and rough, coupled with the face of a wanted criminal, really makes people unable to resist.

Looking at the driver who left in despair, Mr. Shan snorted disdainfully and continued his work. When he first came to this farmer's market, there was a young gangster who wanted to collect Mr. Shan's protection money, but Mr. Shan chased him with a butcher's knife.

Two streets away. Since then, the nickname "Shan Ye" has become Wang Dashan's exclusive title.

Although Shan Ye is harsh on the driver, he does have the qualifications, because Shan Ye’s butcher shop business is definitely the best in the entire farmer’s market. Although the raw meat here is slightly more expensive than other butcher shops, it is

It's absolutely fresh, so after repeated visits, everyone knows this great place that only sells fresh meat.

Before noon, the meat in the butcher shop was almost sold out. Just as he was about to clean up the stall and go back to sleep, a familiar figure appeared in Shan Ye's sight. He was squinting his eyebrows and his figure was quite plump. Except for his age, he was a little bit off.

She is older, probably in her thirties, and quite handsome.

This flirtatious woman came to Shan Ye's butcher shop, her eyes were wandering, she absentmindedly picked a small piece of lean meat, and paid directly without bargaining. When she gave the money, her slender white middle finger touched the rough and wide palm of Shan Ye's hand.

Inside, he scratched her wildly, Shan Ye raised his eyebrows, his eyes glanced over the other person's plump breasts like a hungry wolf, and immediately started to clean up the stall in a pretentious manner.

Walking on the way home, Master Shan could almost imagine that the sexy girl must be lying on the bed obediently, waiting for him to conquer.

After holding down the gun, Shan Ye quickened his pace. His body, which had not tasted meat for several days, was full of hunger and thirst.

When I walked to the door of my house and took a look, I saw that the door was ajar, and the familiar smell of perfume rushed into Shan Ye's nostrils where he was breathing heavily.

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Made of solid hardwood, the curved shape is inlaid with a palm-sized metal blade. This thing is commonly known as a fruit knife, but if it is held in your arms and full of malice, it is called a murder weapon.

Putting it down and picking it up, after repeating this action several times, the fruit knife was stained with the nervous sweat of the sick man, his eyes were covered with bloodshot threads like spider webs, the eye sockets were loose and swollen, and the bags under his eyes were as black as pot dust.

Short and thin, with a bitter smell of Chinese medicine all over his body, this is the owner of the "Fuji" tea shop, Chen Aiguo, nicknamed "the sick ghost". Because in addition to eating every day, he injects the most liquid into his thin body.

It's just medicinal soup.

The handle of the fruit knife in his hand was soaked with sweat. The sick man's eyes hesitated slightly, and he threw away the weak weapon. His body was like a rusty bearing, turning slowly. It was as if the sick man could hear the friction of his own spine.

The sound of flesh and bone, dry and stiff.

The khaki camouflage color has a ferocious and domineering shape. It is almost a military crossbow made of pure metal. It lies quietly on the coffee table. Next to it are five matching crossbow arrows. The blade is sharp and the cold light shines. At first glance, it is not a playful thing.

, this is a weapon that can really kill people.

The sick man's red eyes were staring hard at the military-industrial composite crossbow. The resentment in his heart made him breathe fiercely, "cough cough" and gasp hard, and his lungs felt as if he had swallowed a bowl of chili pepper water, which was burning.

Pushing open the door, the sunlight is like a crazy butterfly, fluttering on the body of the tuberculosis ghost. He raises his hand to block the hot sun. The tuberculosis ghost is carrying a bulging canvas bag behind him.

Raising his pale and swollen face, the sick man held the heavy military-industrial composite crossbow behind him, narrowed his eyes expressionlessly, and walked out of the house without hesitation.

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Cold, hard, sharp, this is the feeling on Shanye's neck at this time!

This is a small, dank basement with ventilation openings only as big as a palm. When the sun is at its hottest, you can only feel a little warmth.

In addition to the mildew and dampness in the air, there is also an indescribable smell of a single man, smelly dark-colored socks, and greasy bedding.

There are mountains of domestic garbage piled up in the corner, and white plastic bags can be seen everywhere like decorations in the basement.

At this time, the basement was crowded with people.

One woman, two men.

The place was crowded with three people, and they were three people with different expressions.

A short, thin man with a pale face and a consumptive ghost, about thirty years old, his whole body was filled with the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

A tall and strong young man, even sitting on the bed, he was half a head taller than the consumptive ghost.

He has bronze eyebrows and leopard eyes, and a high nose bridge. He has short hair that looks like steel thorns. His outline is hard and he has a unruly beard, which gives him a very masculine look.

The chest was exposed, and the two chest muscles seemed to be inflated and bulging.

The eight matchbox-like abdominal muscles on the abdomen are looming with the breathing.

The sick man was breathing heavily and suppressedly from his cracked mouth, and his bloodshot eyeballs were flashing with a vicious light. Looking at Shan Ye who dared not move, his heart felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and it was painful.

Next to the two people, on the messy bed, a middle-aged woman with most of her white butt exposed, huddled up, shivering and wrapped in sheets, looking at the sick man in horror.

The middle-aged woman has a decent figure, with a small amount of fat on her belly, and a rather pretty face. She is the wife of the consumptive ghost for seven years.

Mr. Shan has been hooking up with his wife, who is a tuberculosis ghost, for more than a year, and they have always been in peace. However, today, he was blocked at home by a tuberculosis ghost. In addition to being surprised, Mr. Shan was also deeply stunned!

The sickly tuberculosis ghost is a second-generation rich man with some assets. He is not very rich, but it is enough for him to spend his whole life. Before getting married, the sickly tuberculosis ghost was very weak and sickly. Even if he drank some rice soup, he would be out of breath.

Pewter gun head, married to a coquettish girl, can you control her crotch?

Shanye was tall and mighty, with a tough-guy look on his face, which was most attractive to such a love-hungry woman. The two only glanced at each other a few times before they fell in love.

What surprised Shan Ye was not that the consumptive ghost appeared and was captured. Shan Ye was not surprised, but the weapon in his hand was beyond Shan Ye's expectation.

The military-industrial composite crossbow has excellent quality and low production volume. Although this set is obsolete in terms of maintenance and styling, it is still a great weapon for ordinary people like Shan Ye, even if Shan Ye is confident that he can

He punched the sick man in front of him who couldn't even hold the crossbow to death. At this moment, he could only look grim and didn't dare to take a breath.

The tuberculosis ghost's arms were already showing signs of trembling. The composite crossbow in his hand was entirely made of metal and had a cool shape, but its weight was somewhat beyond the tuberculosis ghost's pitiful ability to bear.

Feeling the shaking from his neck, Mr. Shan's eyes moved, his eyes were like thorns, wrapped around the compound crossbow on his neck, and a bit of cruelty flashed in his pupils: "Sick and consumptive ghost, you have to think

It’s clear, even though I slept with your mother-in-law..."

"Bah!" A mouthful of thick phlegm with the bitter taste of medicine sprayed on Mr. Shan's chiseled face. Mr. Shan's eyes widened, but he did not dare to move, letting the mouthful of thick phlegm slide down his face.

It's sticky and disgusting.

"When I came here today, I didn't want to get out alive!!"

The face of the tubercular ghost became unhealthy and red for a while, his breathing became rapid, his hands were shaking violently, his eyes were like dead fish, rolled out of the eye sockets, the corners of his eyes burst out, and he looked as ferocious as an evil ghost!

While shouting, the sick man took a step forward, and the tip of the sharp and cold arrow penetrated the soft flesh of Shan Ye's neck.

Mr. Shan's face twitched, and the evil spirit on his face was finally replaced by a stiff smile under the threat of death. "I say sick man, we have something to talk about. You can divorce or remarry, and I will pay for it..."

There was a sudden pain in the soft flesh of the neck. The tuber's eyes were red and he pushed forward again. A trace of bright red blood flowed out from Shan Ye's neck, and the fat layer felt a splitting pressure. Shan Ye did not dare to speak, but his eyes were

Staring at the sick expression, the muscles in his whole body were twisted like steel bars.
To be continued...