Siheyuan, the special forces at the beginning, make me kill you

It's not that Li Weiqiang never persuaded and stopped Zhong Yuemin before the people from the courtyard came. After all, he didn't want to cause trouble for Zhong Yuemin.

But after this kid was drunk, his temper and fighting power were all leveraged.

He didn't persuade?

Now that there are more and more people in the courtyard, even if this matter does not want to make a big deal, it is too late.

"Bad stem? Mom? What's the matter with you?"

Qin Huairu ran over, and when she saw her son and mother-in-law being beaten like this by a strange man, she rushed over angrily.

"Let go of my son and my mother!"

bump!
"what!"

Zhong Yuemin kicked Qin Huairu to the ground, first threw Jia Zhang's old thing on the ground, and then threw the stick at his feet.

"Brother! This man wants your life? It's so boring!"

Zhong Yuemin was just about to lift his foot and kick the stick on the head.

"In this courtyard, how can you, a stranger, be arrogant? Since I'm here, no one is allowed to hurt the people in the courtyard!"

Everyone was startled when they heard the sound.

Li Weiqiang also gasped in surprise, he actually came?
Whoa! ~
A kitchen knife flew out from behind the crowd with a cold light, not attacking Zhong Yuemin.

Instead, he slashed straight at Li Weiqiang's forehead.

Li Weiqiang was slightly taken aback when he saw the man's eyes from the crowd.

It was also because of his distraction that the kitchen knife slashed straight at his forehead without having time to dodge.

boom!
My hand was on the handle of the knife, and it made a sound because it was too hard.

Li Weiqiang raised his fist on his forehead and lowered it slowly, and saw that the knife tip was only a finger's width away from him.

"Brother... are you alright?"

When Zhong Yuemin saw that the knife was about to hit Li Weiqiang, his head suddenly became clearer.

If he hadn't trained his skills in the army before, he might have watched his brother Li Weiqiang get injured this time.

Boom!

Zhong Yuemin threw the kitchen knife on the ground, and worriedly checked to see if Li Weiqiang was injured.

"Yuemin, I'm fine!"

"Which bastard would dare to hurt my own brother?"

Zhong Yuemin pointed to the neighbors around his courtyard, and questioned angrily.

"I!"

When the people in the courtyard heard the clanging and forceful sound, they remembered that the knife was thrown from behind the crowd just now.

Looking back, they couldn't help gasping.

"Uncle One?"

"Isn't this Grandpa One?"

"Old Yi?"

With his hands behind his back, Yi Zhonghai looked like the boss of the compound, and came out coaxingly.

"It's me! Why? Everyone thinks it's strange, right? Let me tell you... Sha Zhu and Lou Xiao'e returned my innocence and released me on bail!"

Li Weiqiang lowered his eyes, thinking that for revenge, Lou Xiao'e seemed to be trying to win over the people in the courtyard.

Otherwise, if Uncle Yi did that to her and He Xiao, how could he still let Uncle Yi go?
"Since I'm back, I'm still an uncle in this courtyard, and I'm still in charge of the affairs here!"

He walked towards Li Weiqiang, glanced at him, and asked Zhong Yuemin next to him, "Who are you? What do you mean by beating someone when you come to our compound?"

Zhong Yuemin was quite sober at the moment. He didn't know the old men in the compound, but he knew that this old man almost hurt his brother Li Weiqiang just now.

He stepped forward and grabbed the collar of Mr. Yi's shirt.

"Just now you threw the knife and almost hurt my brother?"

Uncle Yi has an old face on his face, and he has become more courageous when he came out of prison this time.

"I just wanted to scare you! I watched Li Weiqiang grow up since he was a child. He is similar to my son. Why should I hurt him?"

"Son? Uncle Yi, you want to be a father, are you crazy?"

Li Weiqiang raised his head and asked with a smile.

Uncle Yi immediately felt embarrassed. You must know that he always wanted Qin Huairu to give birth to a fat boy for him, and because of this incident, everyone in the courtyard knew about it.

Now that Li Weiqiang mentioned this matter, it really made him wonder where to put his old face.

"Li Weiqiang, you are just like silly Zhu, I have always regarded you as children!"

"Master Yi, what do you mean, if you cut him on the head with a knife, the other person will be your son? Then I will try too!"

Li Weiqiang picked up a knife on the ground, the light of the knife flashed, and the tip of the knife was about to hit Grandpa Yi on the forehead.

Although Uncle Yi didn't close his eyes, his legs were visibly trembling.

As soon as Zhong Yuemin let go, Uncle Yi's legs shook just like Sai Kangzi's.

"Li Weiqiang, put down the knife... I was really old just now, my hand trembled, and I missed it!"

"That's it!"

Li Weiqiang removed the knife from Uncle Yi's forehead, then squeezed out of the crowd with the knife in hand, and then he stood behind the crowd.

Whoosh!
He threw the kitchen knife in his hand.

A cold light flashed in the night sky, and the kitchen knife slashed straight at Uncle Yi's forehead.

"Ah!~"

Uncle Yi let out a cry.

Li Weiqiang yelled.

"Yuemin!"

Zhong Yuemin understood what he meant, and raised his hand to catch the throwing knife thrown by Li Weiqiang.

The tip of the knife was also a finger's width short, and it was about to pierce Uncle Yi's forehead.

"My God!"

Uncle One's crotch was already wet.

"Look quickly, did Uncle One pee his pants?"

"This is scary! How dare you be so bold? I don't know who just threw a knife at Li Weiqiang!"

"I'm dying of laughter! Still peeing your pants? How old are you!"

These onlookers couldn't help laughing.

Uncle Yi felt that he had completely lost his old face. He glanced at Jia Zhang and his grandson who were hugging each other on the ground, and he finally sighed helplessly.

"I can't control this anymore! I'll go home and go to the bathroom!"

After finishing speaking, he blushed and quickly squeezed out of the crowd, like a pig having fun, hopping and running away.

The people in the courtyard roared with laughter again.

When Jia Zhang saw that these people were laughing at Mr. Yi, he forgot about the stick.

She quickly got up from the ground with the stick, "Grandson, let's go!"

Zhong Yuemin saw it, and grabbed the stick that got up from the ground.

"Brother, what about this kid?"

"Use your method, teach it well, forget it!"

Li Weiqiang winked at Zhong Yuemin, then yawned, turned and left.

Jia Zhang thought that Li Weiqiang had really let her grandson go. Although she didn't say thank you to Li Weiqiang, she still smiled with an old face and said something to BangGong.

"Grandson! Let's go!"

"Wait!"

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear that your brother told you to let my grandson go?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang stood up, looking like relying on the old to sell the old, and refused to let Zhong Yuemin move.

Zhong Yuemin didn't get used to her, he pulled her away, raised his fist, and beat her up hard at the stick.

He understood that what his brother Li Weiqiang meant was to serve this brat well with his fists and feet.