Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Big Brother Mao looked at Old Man Zhang and said, "Your youngest son has lost several times with me in the past three months, and the total amount he owes has exceeded 20,000 yuan. He asked me to come and ask you for the money. So, is the money ready?"

Old Zhang was also very panicked. The group of people on the other side were all armed, while he only had Zhao Yunting and Li Mo'er on his side. Li Mo'er definitely couldn't fight them, so what was he going to do with Zhao Yunting?

However, seeing that Li Mo'er and Zhao Yunting's expressions remained unchanged, he felt somewhat at ease.

He said, "That beast is no longer my son. I have nothing to do with him now. If you want money, go ask him! Don't tell me I don't have any money; even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you!"

Big Brother Mao sneered and said, "No money? I heard that these two people brought you a lot of money. You're telling me you have no money? Are you kidding me? Let me tell you, you old geezer, if I don't take the money today, I'll kill your son and feed him to the dogs when I get back!"

He turned to his group of thugs and said, "Go in and search the place. Find the money. Anyone who tries to stop you, break their legs."

The underlings were all drooling over Li Mo'er; they'd never seen such a beautiful girl in their lives. They really hoped Brother Mao could take this woman back so they could have their fill of her. Damn, they'd be willing to give up ten years of their lives just to sleep with her!

Upon hearing Brother Mao's words, they immediately snapped out of their daze. While tapping their left palms with the sticks in their right hands, they struck what they considered the coolest poses and walked step by step into the house.

The first underling, who was usually quite lecherous, couldn't control his desire for Li Mo'er as he passed by her. He reached out to touch her chest, just to satisfy his urge.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yunting's eyes. He took a step to the right, reached out and grabbed the henchman's arm. With a forceful pull, those around heard a "crack".

The henchman let out a bloodcurdling scream. He crouched on the ground, clutching his right hand with his left, and wailed in agony.

After breaking the henchman's arm, Zhao Yunting snatched the thick wooden stick from his hand.

When the other henchmen saw that one of their men had his arm broken, they immediately surrounded Zhao Yunting.

When the surrounding villagers saw that a fight had broken out, they all stepped back a distance, their eyes shining as they watched the situation in the open space in front of the door.

Li Jun helped Old Zhang to the doorway and peered out.

Li Mo'er activated her full mental focus, observing all those carrying weapons to prevent them from ambushing Zhao Yunting.

Holding a thick wooden stick, Zhao Yunting charged into the crowd of more than a dozen people, dodging left and right, striking them one by one in the knees. He had come to hate these people.

Yesterday, upon hearing that these people had broken Old Zhang's leg, he secretly vowed that if they came again, he would retaliate in kind.

Break all these people's legs, and make sure they can't recover.

Zhao Yunting's wooden stick was specifically used to attack their patella, the movable bone at the knee.

A comminuted fracture of the patella can be repaired in later life, but it can also cause some consequences, such as limping and pain when walking.

However, by 1980, it was still difficult to return to normal. A limp was practically inevitable.

Zhao Yunting specifically targeted their patellae to cripple them all, preventing them from harming others.

Suddenly, Li Mo'er's pupils contracted as one of her underlings pulled a knife from his pocket and cautiously approached Zhao Yunting.

Zhao Yunting was fighting two people in front of him. He had just broken one man's patella and thigh bone with a stick when the man with the knife behind him arrived and stabbed Zhao Yunting in the lower back.

With a thought, Li Mo'er stored the knife in her spatial storage and replaced it with a corncob. The young man's face contorted with rage as he plunged the corncob into Zhao Yunting's lower back.

It hurt Zhao Yunting quite a bit when he turned his head to look at the corn cob that had stabbed him in the lower back. Zhao Yunting was stunned for a moment before looking up at Li Mo'er.

Li Mo'er smiled sweetly and nodded to him. Zhao Yunting understood immediately and launched a new attack!