Chapter 122: Start Small
Seeing that Yan Xu didn't respond, Yang Weizheng hurriedly spoke.

"Uncle, why don't I call you uncle? You are my real uncle." Yang Weizheng said coquettishly while holding Yan Xu's arm in a disgusting manner.

Yan Xu couldn't continue the horse stance any longer. He felt nauseous and simply stood up to change into close-fitting armor.

Seeing this handsome black armor, Yang Weizheng was very envious, but unfortunately his body shape was not as good as Yan Xu's, and he couldn't support it at all.

It was after he saw this set of armor that Yan Xu became his real uncle. He was so anxious that he didn't know when his uncle would get him a set.

After putting on close-fitting armor and weapons, Yan Xu put on a windbreaker to cover up the accessories that would make ordinary people scream on the spot, and walked out without looking back. Yang Weizheng didn't feel embarrassed at all, he took two quick steps forward and leaned over to talk, wondering why he had so much to say all day.

Yang Delin usually didn't let Yang Weizheng go out, but this kid kept urging him to go out under the pretext of getting familiar with the Magic City for his uncle. It happened that Yan Xu also wanted to see the other side of this era, so he reluctantly took this kid around to eat, drink and have fun.

There was a spy outside the door, and Yan Xu knew it was someone from the Rape Snake at a glance.

This guy gathered a group of thugs under the name of Yan Xu, and now he is known as Brother Snake.

However, Yan Xu did not stop him. Instead, he approved a sum of money for him and asked him to recruit a group of good people, not just those who only cared about drinking and eating.

Yan Xu now understands that no matter what he wants to do these days, he cannot avoid dealing with this group of people. Instead of responding passively, it is better to take the initiative to form a force and then act according to the rules of the underworld.

As for the rules of the underworld, of course, small matters are dealt with with words, and big matters are dealt with with fists.

At present, Yan Xu is also a legendary figure in Shanghai. He takes advantage of the popularity to attract a group of people to join. He does not expect these people to do anything big. It is enough for them to find out some information, run errands and solve some small problems.

Walking out of the alley and onto the street, you are greeted by a strong atmosphere of life, though it smells a bit unpleasant.

From a modern perspective, the Magic City during this period was not as good as a small county town.

However, the low and old buildings, the dirty and chaotic environment, the people in rags, the domineering thugs, and the arrogant rich people formed a picture called life and suffering, which impacted Yan Xu's heart.

No matter how hard or difficult the life is, they have to survive. Even if there are huge mountains pressing down on their heads, the people here still struggle to make a living for themselves and their families through even harder work.

It is easy for them to fall down, but they cannot afford the price. Therefore, skinny men can be seen everywhere, with dirty braids, wearing ingratiating smiles, carrying bags weighing two or three hundred kilograms, and earning money that is barely enough to support their family by squeezing their lives.

When Yan Xu first saw this scene, he was still a little impulsive. He seemed indifferent, but it was a habit he developed in his previous life. At that time, the cost of meddling in other people's affairs and doing good deeds was too high. He needed to try his best to prove that he was really doing good deeds. This was about the same difficulty as proving that I am myself. It is better for ordinary people to learn to avoid risks and not be like the farmer and the snake, who not only got himself involved, but also hurt his entire family.

But his blood was still hot, and he really wanted to do something, especially when he had the ability to do it and could resist the risks.

The question is how to do it. This is not a matter of one person, one street, or one city. Faced with huge difficulties, Yan Xu quickly realized the narrowness of his heart. After all, he is not one of those great men who cannot accommodate the people and affairs of the world in his heart, or he is afraid of taking on such a big responsibility.

"Then let's start with small things." Yan Xu made the decision suddenly not because he had a heavy sense of mission, but simply wanted to do something to satisfy his heart, whether it was vanity or something else, and as long as he did it and someone benefited from it, it would be a good thing.

"It's my sister-in-law and nephew." Yang Weizhen, who was looking around as soon as he got on the street, suddenly called out. Yan Xu, who was thinking about something, looked up and saw that it was Yang Weichen's wife and children, who were obviously out shopping.

"Not good!" Yan Xu was a tall and strong man who could see far away. He noticed that something was wrong with the beggar next to him, but as there was a distance of more than a hundred meters between them and there were people everywhere, it was obviously too late. While Mrs. Yang Weichen was paying, the beggar skillfully covered the child's mouth and ran into a nearby alley. When the two men arrived, he had disappeared without a trace. They didn't know where to go even if they wanted to chase him.

Apart from the main streets, the alleys on both sides are connected to slums. Not only is there a mixed crowd, but illegal construction is also the norm. The narrow roads and alleys are interconnected, and although they seem to be separated by more than a hundred meters, there are countless winding obstacles in between.

What’s more, those who kidnap children have accomplices, some are watching, some are following, some are taking action, some are diverting, and some are trying to stop them. If there is even a slight delay, they will disappear into the alley and will be impossible to find.

Yang Weizheng, with an angry face, resisted the urge to chase after them and planned to accompany his sister-in-law to report to the police.

"Don't report to the police. Go find Master first." Yan Xu knew very well that the government at that time was just a decoration, and the kind that would eat people without leaving any bones.

Considering the wealth of the Yang family and Mrs. Yang Weichen's beauty, if they really went there, it would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. Nowadays, the difference between the government and the gangs is that they can do bad things openly, and you have no place to reason with them.

The two of them had lost their backbone now, and when they heard Yan Xu say this, they hurriedly ran home.

"Grandpa, Wei Chen and I only have this one child. If anything happens to him, I will die!" Yang Wei Chen's wife almost collapsed as soon as she returned home, crying as she spoke.

"Don't panic, send someone to call Delin and Weichen first." Yang Zhenze, who was taking a lunch break, was awakened. When he heard that his great-grandson was kidnapped in the street, his face turned pale. However, he knew that now was not the time to be angry, and the house could not be in chaos, so he spoke.

"They shouldn't be here to dismember living people. Judging from the way his grandson is dressed, he's here for money. You should keep an eye on the door and walls these days to see if there are any letters of blackmail. Meanwhile, don't tell anyone about this and don't report it to the police." Yang Zhenze had been around a lot in his early years and had come into contact with these low-class people. He knew that these people were capable of doing anything, so he couldn't push them into a corner.

Not only would reporting the case to the police be useless, it would also anger the other party, because the other party must have someone in the government, and if they knew they had reported the case to the police, they would probably cut off a finger to warn them. He would not take this risk.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death. Wei Zhen, help me to the study. I'll write a few visiting cards and ask your eldest brother to deliver them personally. I still have some connections in Shanghai. I'll risk my old face to make them give me some face." Yang Zhenze snorted coldly, but he secretly sighed in his heart that he was still old. If he had been able to fight twenty years ago, who would have dared to provoke him? But now he can only spend money to avoid disaster.

Yang Zhenze's big move means to the outside world that he is willing to bow his head and follow the rules.

Sometimes life is so helpless. Yang Bandi, who had fought all over the three southern provinces and claimed that he had never met an opponent, also had to follow the rules.

(End of this chapter)