After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

He Baoli's face was flushed red.

He gritted his teeth.

I wish I could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Seeing that he was still standing there motionless, the village chief's face darkened, and he angrily shouted, "He Baoli, what are you standing there for?"

"Hurry up and rush up there, grab that woman surnamed Yan, and clean up the mess you've made."

"Otherwise, you can expect to be dealt with according to village regulations!"

Upon hearing this, Grandma Xiaojun became anxious.

She wanted to plead for her son, but to her surprise, the village chief glared at her and shut her up.

Grandma Xiaojun shrank back and looked dejected.

She didn't have the guts to go against the village chief and offend everyone in the village.

He Baoli shuddered.

I want to cry without tears.

The village chief had spoken, so there was no way to avoid it. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and stiffly approach Zhuo Yuchen.

"Hey! Can't you see how many of us there are? We could drown you with just one spit from each of us, you know?"

"So, I advise you to be smart and hand over that woman right away."

"Otherwise...otherwise..."

With a comical wide-eyed stare, He Baoli shouted loudly, his voice a mix of bravado and fear.

"What else?"

Zhuo Yuchen gave him a disdainful, cold look.

When he was about three or four steps away from Zhuo Yuchen, He Baoli quickly stopped.

He dared not go any further.

At the same time, he exaggeratedly waved his fist and grinned, "Otherwise, I'll beat you to death."

Ho Po-li, taking advantage of the situation, thought that with so many people on his side and only one person like Cheuk Yuk-sam, he couldn't help but be afraid. Perhaps scaring him would get him what he wanted.

But He Baoli miscalculated.

Because the person he was facing was Zhuo Yuchen.

"Is that so?" With a sneer, Zhuo Yuchen suddenly stepped forward and grabbed He Baoli by the collar.

They dragged the person to their front like a dead dog.

He Baoli was so frightened he almost wet his pants, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Ahhh! What are you doing?"

"Let me go! Let me go now!"

"Help me! Village chief, please come and beg me!"

He wanted to call for help from his companions.

But the villagers were all wary of Zhuo Yuchen and just watched coldly, with no one stepping forward.

Zhuo Yuchen was enveloped in a chill, his eyes icy cold, as if sharpened with a knife, staring intently at He Baoli's face inch by inch.

A bloodthirsty smile played on his lips.

Then, Zhuo Yuchen grabbed He Baoli by the neck and lifted him up with a forceful pull.

He Baoli's face immediately turned bright red, he struggled to breathe, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one after another.

With both feet off the ground, it flapped its wings incessantly like a pitiful little chick.

A strong sense of suffocation suddenly overwhelmed me.

Now, He Baoli couldn't utter a single word.

Everyone, including the village chief, was stunned by what they saw.

They stared wide-eyed at the terrifying Zhuo Yuchen in disbelief.

too frightening.

This man is absolutely terrifying.

They wouldn't dare to go forward!

Even at this moment, they forgot their numerical advantage and couldn't help but feel the urge to escape.

In order to survive, Ho Po-lee unleashed his potential, using every ounce of strength he had to struggle desperately.

Zhuo Yuchen looked at him with disdain.

A cold gaze fell upon him, the eyes narrowed as if scrutinizing an ant.

It was this despicable and overconfident fellow who shamelessly coveted his beloved, causing her to suffer so much.

Ah!

He deserves to be torn to pieces!

Thinking of this, a hint of impatience flashed across Zhuo Yuchen's face.

With a flick of his hand, he disdainfully shook off He Baoli.

They threw him to the edge of the cliff.

The feeling of suffocation suddenly disappeared, and He Baoli, with a greedy look on his face, gasped for breath.

Unfortunately……

Having been targeted by Zhuo Yuchen, this chance of survival was precious to him; a beast like him no longer deserved it.

Losing his balance, He Baoli stumbled backward uncontrollably.

"what!!!"

After a sharp, agonizing scream, he fell off the cliff like a rootless leaf.

thump!

The sound stopped suddenly.

A cold wind swept by, and all was silent.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the mountains.

"My son!" After a few seconds of stunned silence, Grandma Xiaojun was heartbroken and rushed over to him like a madwoman.

Kneeling on the edge of the cliff, she leaned out and called out mournfully again and again, but she could no longer get a single response from He Baoli.

Because at this moment, He Baoli was pierced by tree branches and hung on the tree.

Covered in blood, eyes wide open, and utterly silent.

He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"My God!" When the other villagers came forward to take a look, their legs went weak with fright.

Their faces were deathly pale, and their feet moved backward uncontrollably.

I want to escape.

"Let's see who dares to run away!" The village chief clenched his fists and suddenly shouted sharply, his expression extremely ferocious.

"How could he possibly defeat so many of us by himself?"

"Besides, think about it, if he really escapes, do you think he'll let us go?"

"You've all seen Ho Po-lee, haven't you? Do you all want to suffer the same fate as him?"

"Only by taking down this man can our village return to its former peace."

He spared no effort in bewitching the crowd.

Because he knew better than anyone else that if these sordid things in the village were exposed, not only would his carefree life as a local tyrant be over, but he would also face legal sanctions.

Totally screwed.

Therefore, the first thing he couldn't do was prevent Zhuo Yuchen from leaving.

"I kill you!"

With her only source of support severed, Grandma Xiaojun lost control of her emotions and rushed towards Zhuo Yuchen like a madwoman, wanting to fight him to the death.

"Get lost!" Zhuo Yuchen said impatiently, raising his leg to kick.

Suddenly, Grandma Xiaojun's body flew out.

Thump, he fell hard to the ground.

With her eyes wide open, Grandma Xiaojun's body convulsed violently a few times before she vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

Qi is like a gossamer.

Although he didn't go to the underworld to reunite with his beastly son, several of his ribs were broken, and he couldn't move at all.

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

While others were terrified, they were also deeply moved.

I think what the village chief said makes a lot of sense.

They must not let this terrible man leave, or they will be doomed.

The group colluded, some tightening their grip on their hoes, others picking up stones from the ground and holding them in their hands, glaring angrily at Zhuo Yuchen.

Eager to try, the atmosphere was tense and tense.

Yan Niannian frowned, her expression serious.

The village chief made a very good point: with so many of them, why would they be afraid of Zhuo Yuchen?

It's true that two fists can't beat four hands!

Hey!

She was the one who dragged him down.

It shouldn’t be!

"Zhuo Yuchen!" Yan Niannian reached out and tugged at Zhuo Yuchen's sleeve.

Zhuo Yuchen turned around and looked at Yan Niannian with concern.

Unlike his treatment of those beasts, Zhuo Yuchen's gaze softened again when he looked at Yan Niannian.