Yang Yi sat against the wall and said nothing for a long time.

After thinking about what happened in the past two days, Yang Yi found that he seemed to be proud, just as Zhang Yong said, his tail was rising to the sky.

So far, he can indeed give it to others, but is there any of the people who were knocked down by him a master? Not to mention masters, they have never learned how to punch more powerfully, except for being strong. They are completely at the level of ordinary people, at most a little stronger and more ruthless than ordinary people.

But the problem is that outside the prison, these people use guns instead of knives.

Yang Yi does not plan to stay in prison for the rest of his life, so the ecosystem in prison is meaningless to him. If he goes out with the mentality of being in prison, he will be miserable and will die.

In this era, we can no longer be able to be rampant by relying on good kung fu. Kung fu only gives him a better foundation, but it is far from the ultimate weapon he can use to rampant the world.

His face seemed to be still burning, but Yang Yi was awakened.

"Brother Yong, thank you."

Yang Yi was very sincere when he said thank you, then he paused for a moment and whispered: "Thank you for calling me back from the wrong way in time."

Zhang Yong also sat down against the wall, and then he whispered: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child and have a good foundation. After joining the army, the foundation I laid since I was a child made me feel that it was not very hard when I was in the recruit company. But when I got out of the recruit company, I found out why the things I practiced since I was a child were useless?"

Sighing, Zhang Yong said with a sad face: "I tell you that martial arts are outdated, because now is the era of guns and cannons. What's the use of you? If you can't stop bullets, it's useless. Can you meet in wars now? A few hundred meters away, bullets are flying around. If you touch them, you will not die or be injured. What's the use of your kung fu?"

Yang Yi remained silent. Zhang Yong took out two cigarettes and put them in his mouth to light them together. Then he took one and handed it to Yang Yi, and whispered: "Guess, how many people have I killed with my fist?"

Yang Yi took the cigarette, put it in his mouth and took a breath, thinking for a while, then he said in a deep voice: "Ten? You are so powerful, you have to be both a mercenary and a killer, at least ten, right?"

Zhang Yong stretched out three fingers and said, "Three, only three."

"Ah, so few?"

Zhang Yong shook his head and said, "Are you young? If I say that two of the three of them were caught by us and there was no threat at all, I would be angry that they were not done by humans, so I beat them to death. What do you say?"

"Ah, that's just one?"

Zhang Yong smiled and said, "Only one, I killed an enemy with bare hands and was injured. He was seriously injured and almost died."

Yang Yi opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Zhang Yong took a deep breath and said, "I have killed several people with a knife, but in the true sense of life and death, I have only one fight with bare hands and empty hand. Remember, fists are the last weapon and the most reliable weapon, but they are definitely not the most efficient weapon. If you can use a gun, use a gun. If you can't use a gun, use a knife or stab. In short, don't put all your hopes on your fists."

Yang Yi nodded and said, "I remember it, really."
Chapter completed!