The Bell Ringer

What Da Zhe knew about Grandpa Jin came from things he had heard from others when he was young.

The old man was ninety years old. During the war years, he had established himself around Hu Shen and experienced a legendary tale alongside a boss surnamed Du.

Only later had he eventually made his way here. This was said to be the place of Grandpa Jin's ancestral home, and after the war, he had returned here to settle down and put down roots.

Although he was now merely enjoying his retirement in this town, things had been different before he retired. Before Grandpa Jin's territory was disbanded, his sphere of influence had been quite extensive.

But whether the old man had simply grown more superstitious recently or not, Da Zhe had his own suspicions. Thus, faced with Grandpa Jin's question, he merely smiled and said, "Old man, surely not. I don't believe in that stuff."

"I knew you'd say that." Grandpa Jin chuckled, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Da Zhe's arm.

Da Zhe froze for a moment, then frowned. The old man's grip is actually this strong? It hurt enough to make him wince. Da Zhe instinctively tried to pull free, only to discover that he could not break free from this ninety-year-old man's grasp.

"This... Grandpa Jin, you..."

Only then did Grandpa Jin let go. Da Zhe rubbed his wrist and looked down, discovering that the spot where he had been grabbed had already reddened. He said in surprise, "Old man, you're still going strong. Your grip is incredible."

"I'm old, I'm old." Grandpa Jin waved his hand. "I can only scare you young people a little... Da Zhe, tell me, I'm already ninety. Why do I still have so much strength?"

"Well... you exercise regularly?" Da Zhe