Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Jiangbei Second Detention Center.

The rusty iron-gray gate slowly opened inward with an ear-piercing creak.

Then, a young man carrying a burlap sack walked out.

The sunlight was a bit blinding, and he squinted his eyes instinctively.

"Xiao Shuai, go out and be a good person, don't come back."

The old prison guard leaned against the wall, his tone carrying the usual warning.

The young man grinned, showing two rows of clean white teeth.

"Don't worry, uncle, if I come back again, I'll be your grandson."

The old prison guard shook his head helplessly and waved him away:

"Hurry up and get lost."

Xiao Shuai didn't look back again, he took a deep breath of the freedom in the air outside.

Even with the mix of exhaust fumes, it smelled ten thousand times better than the moldy air inside.

Finally, he's out.

These three months were barely a human existence.

He still feels both unfortunate and lucky now.

Unfortunate because he had just betrayed the Red Tiger Gang, and hadn't made a name for himself with the Three Wolves Gang, when the gang got completely crushed by the Red Tiger Gang in a big brawl, then taken down by the police.

Lucky because the police caught too many people, and aside from a few important leaders, most of the bottom-level thugs were only charged with provoking trouble and intentional injury.

He got lucky, only sentenced to three months of detention.

Xiao Shuai looked down at himself, a cheap shirt washed until it turned white, hanging loosely on his bony frame.

He raised his hand to feel his face, there were still a few bruised and swollen patches.

This appearance really had nothing to do with the nickname "Xiao Shuai".

Xiao Shuai habitually felt his pocket, it was empty.

His eyes glanced around the ground, quickly locking onto a cigarette butt someone had stomped out.

He then quickly walked over, picked it up nonchalantly, dusted off the ash, and stopped a passerby, cheekily borrowing a light.

"Thanks, buddy."

He held the cigarette butt between his lips, took a big drag, and squinted his eyes as he exhaled smoke rings.

He managed to turn this shabby act into a semblance of a boss's demeanor.

"Damn, outside cigarettes really kick."

With half a cigarette finished, reality flooded back to him.

He felt his pocket again, he didn't even have enough money for the bus fare, let alone a taxi.

Xiao Shuai pursed his lips, resignedly taking steps toward where he remembered home to be.

The street was bustling with people and cars, he strolled along casually, occasionally peeking into shop windows along the roadside.

After just two blocks, the easy, carefree look on his face gradually vanished.

It seemed like someone was tailing him.

Three people, not too far nor too close, like three patient wild dogs.

Xiao Shuai felt a bit anxious, but his face remained unchanged, he continued walking forward.

Until he spotted a bustling wholesale market ahead.

His eyes suddenly grew sharp, and he sprinted madly like a slippery loach, diving headfirst into the crowded throng.

"Damn it, don't let him get away!"

A frantic shout came from behind, as several pursuers dropped all pretense and began chasing him directly.

Chaos ensued in the market.

Thanks to his agility, Xiao Shuai ducked under vegetable stalls at times, leapt over stacked crates at others, drawing a chorus of curses.

Seeing he was about to get caught, he simply hurled the cumbersome burlap sack on his shoulder back with force.

With a "bang", the sack toppled over an entire cart of apples, rolling all over the ground, successfully hindering the pursuers.

He took the opportunity to dart into a narrow alleyway nearby.

Listening to the shouts and footsteps seemingly heading off in another direction, he felt a rush of joy,

just as he was about to stop and catch his breath, a dark figure came rushing at him from the next corner.

Bam!

Xiao Shuai just felt a heavy blow to the forehead, stars suddenly danced before his eyes, and a scorching hot wetness spread from his temple.

He was ambushed with a stick and fell straight to the ground.

Several figures quickly closed in, exactly five, completely blocking all exits of the alley.

Xiao Shuai lay on the cold ground, enduring the intense pain, he raised his head to look at the scar-faced man leading them.

"Xiao Shuai, long time no see."

The scar-faced man looked down at him, his voice carrying a hint of cat-and-mouse mockery.

Xiao Shuai clutched his bleeding forehead, trying to act calm:

"Brothers, I don't know you, what's going on?"

"Don't know?"

A tall and thin one stepped forward, stomped hard on his hand, grinding it viciously, and said with malice:

"When you betrayed the Red Tiger Gang for the Three Wolves Gang, how come you didn't say you didn't know us?"

Another person nearby cursed too:

"You bastard, you've got some nerve, even dared to lead people to smash your own brother's place!"

Xiao Shuai gritted his teeth in pain, his heart had sunk to the bottom.

The Red Tiger Gang people had finally found him...

The scar-faced man crouched down, slapped his face, sneered:

"Where's that expert you relied on? And that bear-like guy, what's his name? Why didn't he come to pick you up from prison?"

"You risked your life for them, and they just threw you away like a dead dog. Tsk tsk, that's just heartless."

"Expert? Bear?"

Xiao Shuai's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained blank, he muttered to ask:

"Brothers, what are you talking about, I don't understand..."

He knew who these people were after, but he dared not speak, nor could he.

Because that kind of guy who could take down dozens of armed thugs by himself, he usually didn't even dare to think too much about.

Moreover, when he was in detention, he had heard inmates talking about the Three Wolves Gang's suddenly emerged mysterious expert.