Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Will there be peace if we hide?"

Zhou Qi pried his wife's hands apart, and Nuonuo's sudden burst of tears pierced the air.

"Take my daughter into the inner room and lock the door."

He pushed his wife and daughter inside and said, "If we don't defeat these mad dogs today, we won't be able to live in peace in the future!"

Lin Ruixue held the child with tears in her eyes: "If anything happens to you, mother and daughter..."

"trust me."

Zhou Qi fastened the bolt with his backhand and the rolling pin made a neat arc in his palm.

"Zhou Qi, stop shrinking like a turtle!" Aunt Fat's loud voice shook the window frame.

"You fat woman are looking for death, right? Even if I risk my life today, I will drag your whole family down with me!"

Zhou Qi picked up a bench and smashed it against the wall, causing wood chips to fall down.

Auntie Fat wiped her sweat off her face, put her hands on her hips and sneered, "Did you see my brother and cousin? It's your family that's going to be ruined today!"

The bruises on her face, which had not yet subsided, trembled as she spoke.

After being beaten last time, this shrew went straight back to her parents' home with DDT, sat on the ground and howled for two hours, and even forced her brothers from her parents' home to come and destroy the place.

Zhou Qi happened to be away from home that day. Lin Ruixue huddled in a corner with her child in her arms, and was trembling all over as seven or eight strong men pointed at her and scolded her.

When she heard that Zhou Qi had returned, Aunt Pang immediately gathered her men and launched a surprise attack.

There were more than twenty people crowded outside the iron gate.

Her eldest brother led a few tattooed thugs to block the main entrance. The cousin who was a driver in the Public Security Bureau was even more ruthless. He directly called two cars of security guards wearing red armbands.

Judging from the situation, he will not stop until Zhou Qi is crippled today.

Residents of the entire tube-shaped building were leaning against the windows to watch the fun.

With dozens of people blocking the door, who wouldn't come out with their bowls in hand to watch?

A few gossipy old women even brought a bench and sat ten meters away, pointing and talking.

"If you don't come out, I'll tear down your iron door and use it as a coffin lid."

Aunt Fatty's eldest brother kicked the metal door so hard that it clanged loudly, and rolled his cigarette butt on the ground: "Brothers, give me a hand, open this broken door..."

Before he could finish his words, the rusty old-fashioned security door suddenly exploded from the inside.

Zhou Qi was carrying two thermoses filled with boiling water, with hot white steam gushing out from the bottle mouths.

The wooden door frame had long been eaten away by termites, and as soon as the thugs kicked it for the third time, the entire door shattered into pieces.

Just as the group of people were about to rush into the house to arrest Zhou Qi, a steaming kettle suddenly "whooshed" through the air.

The man who was rushing in the front just raised his legs when the glass liner filled with boiling water exploded in front of his chest, and the scorching heat wave wrapped in glass shards flew everywhere.

Amid the howlings, Tianyu and Nuonuo looked through the crack in the door, only to find that the bolt had been fastened by Zhou Qi from the outside.

"Watch out! He's throwing a kettle!"

Aunt Pang's cousin shouted to warn.

Before he finished his words, Zhou Qi jumped out like a cheetah, picked up the second thermos in his right hand and smashed it into the crowd.

With the sound of "bang", three or four more people fell to the ground, covering their steaming faces.

This usually silent man seemed like a different person at this moment. He took off his belt and used it as a whip. He picked up a rolling pin in his left hand and rushed towards the thirty or so people.

The thugs who had relied on their numbers were panicked - who would have thought that this weak scholar would fight so desperately and viciously.

The dull sound of rolling pins breaking arms and the crisp sound of belts slashing cheeks intertwined into a piece. Within two minutes, there were more than a dozen wounded people lying on the ground, rolling and wailing.

The neighbors who were watching stayed far away, fearing that they would be hit by the flying belt buckles.

During the melee, Zhou Qi was hit several times on the back, but these superficial injuries made him fight more courageously.

Just when the situation was about to get out of control, there was a sharp sound of motorcycle brakes at the alley entrance, and several shadowy figures in uniform rushed into the crowd...

Thirty people had suffered a complete setback today. Just as the scene was in chaos, a loud shout suddenly rang out: "Stop it!"

Everyone froze in an instant as if the pause button had been pressed.

Zhou Qi looked in the direction of the sound and saw five or six strong men from Shaolin Temple riding rumbling motorcycles into the crowd.

When the man stepped off the motorcycle, the silver chain around his waist was still jingling.

"Old Four, you're here just in time!" Zhou Qi inserted the rolling pin into his belt and walked forward with a grin.

"Last time you walked past my car, you disappeared. I've been blocking your door for three days in a row but to no avail."

Shaolin Temple glanced at the wounded lying on the ground and kicked away a bottle of wine that was blocking the way: "Are you responsible for cleaning up all these bastards?"

"If I don't give them a good beating, these bastards really think I'm a soft persimmon."

Zhou Qi used a rolling pin to knock on the human wall made of Auntie Pang's relatives: "More than 30 people are blocking my door. Do you think I should cut them down?"

Upon hearing this, Shaolin Temple opened his collar, revealing the blue dragon tattoo on his back: "Which bastard with his belt loose dares to act wild in front of my brother's house?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Aunt Pang's burly brother suddenly came over with his neck shrunk.

"It's just a misunderstanding, it's just a joke among our family members!"

The man who was so aggressive just now was now rubbing his hands like a quail: "Fourth brother, look at this matter..."

"Who is your family?"

Auntie Fat suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs: "Brother, you are such a coward! Are we, more than 30 people, afraid of these guys riding broken motorcycles?"

"Sew my mouth shut!"

Her eldest brother turned around and glared at her: "Fourth brother is the boss of the South City motorcycle market, the model alone is worth this amount!"

As he said this, he pointed two fingers back and forth.

Shaolin Temple sneered and slapped away his friendly hand: "Get out of here with all your shrimp soldiers and crab generals! If I see you making trouble here again..."

Before he could finish his words, five or six burly men behind him showed off the tiger tattoos on their arms.

Aunt Fat wanted to yell again, but her husband covered her mouth tightly and dragged her away.

Seeing this, the group of people pretending to be dead on the ground quickly got up and limped out, fearing that they would be beaten with rolling pins if they ran too slowly.

After hearing about the Shaolin Temple's reputation as a place that is not easy to mess with, Aunt Fat's brother felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He knew that if he made a big fuss here, not only would his sister's family suffer, but even he, an old hand, would be in trouble.

"Brother! Beat him! Beat him to death!" Aunt Fat shouted at the top of her voice.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Before he finished speaking, Auntie Fatty's eldest brother slapped his own sister in the face and said, "Don't cause trouble for me in the future!"

He turned around and nodded to the Shaolin monk who was approaching. The monk reached out and patted him on the shoulder twice:

"You should know that my brother is not someone you can afford to offend. If you really want to get serious with him, his wealth and influence can make your entire family disappear in a matter of minutes, leaving nothing behind."

"I understand, I understand!" Aunt Fat's eldest brother responded, shrinking his neck.

The neighbors who were watching were all dumbfounded. Boss Cao, who usually acted arrogantly in the town, now acted as cowardly as a pug.

Aunt Pang was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. She had counted on her mother's family for support, but she didn't expect her eldest brother to turn against her.

"I can't live like this anymore!" Aunt Fat sat down on the ground and started throwing a tantrum.

"Just die! Don't drag me into this!" The brother turned around and was about to leave.