“Once you're in my cell, even a dragon has to coil up, and even a tiger has to lie down!”
In the eighties and nineties, Zhang Laosan, a notorious gang boss with a name and a reputation in Fuzhou's underworld, landed in the detention center, slicked-back hair and pointed leather shoes, swaggering like he owned the place.
Wang Xingyi, the cell boss, didn't say a word. He pulled a rubber mallet from a hole in the kang bed and, in front of more than twenty people, beat the gang boss until he lost control of his bowels and bladder. Zhang Laosan spent five days on his knees, scrubbing the toilets.
Inside, Zhang Laosan was so grateful that he wept, calling him Brother Yi at every turn.
After getting out, Zhang Laosan threw money around and hired Fuzhou's toughest men to sever Wang Xingyi's Achilles tendons and chop off two of his fingers.
He thought crushing a petty thug would be easy, not knowing that this young tough, raised in Nian'gang District, was no ordinary man.
