Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

Widow Bai saw her two sons being beaten by He Yuzhu, so she didn't care about He Daqing's attempt to stop her. She desperately rushed towards He Daqing, cursing, "He Daqing, you damned bastard, let me go!"

He Daqing was also furious at this time. How could he let go of the White Widow so easily? He slapped her twice with his backhand.

"Pah! Pah!" With two crisp sounds, the atmosphere on the scene became extremely tense.

At this moment, He Yuzhu kicked Wang Jianguo to the ground, and then quickly shifted his target to Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun had just recovered. He struggled to get up from the ground and looked around like a headless fly, as if looking for a suitable weapon.

Maybe God was blessing him, Qin Huairu's laundry stick happened to fall next to the sink.

In that era, ordinary people did not have high-end gadgets like washing machines at home. They either washed clothes by hand or used this kind of washing stick.

The appearance of a laundry stick is quite similar to a baseball bat. If it hits a person with force, it may cause serious consequences such as broken bones and muscles.

The situation was still very tense, so who cared about the consequences?

Wang Jianjun picked up the laundry stick and staggered towards He Yuzhu.

But as luck would have it, his eyes met with He Yuzhu's.

You know, He Yuzhu has practiced Bajiquan! Even if Wang Jianjun has a laundry stick in his hand, what can it do? In He Yuzhu's eyes, it's just that, not worth mentioning at all!

The corners of his mouth immediately curled up into a disdainful smile: "Oh, you dare to grin!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Wang Jianjun like a tiger descending from a mountain. On the way to the charge, he also assumed the posture of Bajiquan.

This is not the "turtle fist" used by ordinary people, but the authentic Bajiquan with attack, defense, advance and retreat!

As the saying goes, "Outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the doorway." He Daqing also knows a thing or two about Bajiquan. When he saw He Yuzhu's look, he immediately shouted, "Silly Zhu, don't do that!"

He Yuzhu didn't care about He Daqing's obstruction at all. He flashed and quickly approached Wang Jianjun.

Facing the laundry stick swung by Wang Jianjun, he just slightly turned his body and easily dodged it.

At the same time, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"Go to hell!" He Yuzhu shouted angrily, and instantly turned his fist into a claw, striking towards Wang Jianjun's chest like lightning.

However, surprisingly, Wang Jianjun was not knocked out as expected. Instead, He Yuzhu pulled him back with his hand, and with a "swish" sound, Wang Jianjun's clothes were torn into pieces by He Yuzhu.

You have to know that the White Widow's family is not a wealthy family, so the quality of the clothes they wear is naturally not much better.

After He Yuzhu pushed and pulled, Wang Jianjun's clothes were stripped off.

But He Yuzhu obviously had no intention of giving up. He threw the torn clothes at Wang Jianjun's face.

Wang Jianjun's eyes suddenly became blurred and he could not see anything.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Yuzhu snatched the laundry stick from Wang Jianjun's hand and swung it at Wang Jianjun mercilessly.

At this moment, he didn't care about the consequences of this blow. He only had one thought in his mind, which was to make the guy who bullied He Daqing pay the price.

Without He Daqing's restraint and involvement, the White Widow took the opportunity to break free and pounce on Wang Jianjun with all her might.

She was determined to protect her son from this fatal attack.

As the saying goes, women are gentle by nature, but they become strong when they become mothers.

Yang Xiaoman was also worried that He Yuzhu would kill someone by mistake, so her eyes instantly turned red, and she roared at He Yuzhu without hesitation: "Zhuzi——!"

Immediately afterwards, a loud noise was heard, as if the entire space was shaken.

Everyone only felt a powerful wave of air surging, while the wooden stick in He Yuzhu's hand stayed steadily only three centimeters above Wang Jianjun's head.

It is obvious that He Yuzhu is not a person who has lost his mind.

He was just pretending to be determined to fight to the death to intimidate the White Widow and her family.

And that loud noise was just a subjective illusion of the crowd.

However, despite this, who can truly understand his true intentions?

At this moment, a drop of sweat slid down his cheek, and Wang Jianjun suddenly fell to the ground. Then his sphincter lost control, and a mixture of yellow and white flowed out, forming a dirty and turbid water stain that quickly spread across his crotch.

In this moment, the situation changed rapidly! Even though the White Widow had stimulated her body's potential and had an amazing speed, she was unable to reach He Yuzhu in time.

What's worse, the swaying figures partially blocked her vision, making it difficult for her to see the real situation in front of her.

When she saw her son suddenly fall down, she couldn't help feeling despair and fear in her heart. She thought that He Yuzhu's stick had hit her son's vitals hard and killed him.

In an instant, all the strength in the White Widow's body seemed to be drained away, her legs went weak, and she staggered to the ground.

A heart-wrenching scream came from her throat: "Shazhu, you damn bastard! How could you do such a cruel thing? You shall not die a horrible death! I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood!" Her voice was filled with grief and anger, echoing in the air, chilling people.

At the same time, He Daqing was also extremely anxious.

Although he had some knowledge of Bajiquan, he had not studied it in depth. Like ordinary people, he could not see the mystery behind He Yuzhu's thrilling attack.

In his eyes, He Yuzhu's stick seemed to have hit Wang Jianjun hard, which meant that Wang Jianjun's life or death was probably uncertain.

Thinking of this, He Daqing felt confused and didn't know what to do.

He was well aware of the seriousness of the matter. If anything happened to Wang Jianjun, their entire family would be in huge trouble.

He rushed towards He Yuzhu at the fastest speed. He raised his right hand without hesitation and slapped He Yuzhu hard with his backhand.

The force was so great that people around couldn't help but look sideways.

He cried out in anguish, "Oh, you fool! How could you be so harsh?"

The voice was filled with indescribable complex emotions, as if he was disappointed with someone.

Then he said anxiously: "This is great, you beat someone to death, what should I do?"

His tone was full of despair, as if he had foreseen the worst outcome.

However, when he said this, he suddenly paused, as if he was thinking about something. Then, as if he had made a difficult decision, he said to He Yuzhu firmly: "Zhuzi, give me the stick..."

At this moment, the corners of He Yuzhu's mouth twitched violently, and his heart was full of doubts and confusion.

But I also understand why He Daqing did this.

only……

He had no idea why his father did this and even took the blame for the murder.

He sighed helplessly and said, "Dad, what are you doing? I know what's going on. I just taught that bastard a lesson, but I didn't really hit him."

Hearing this, He Daqing was slightly stunned, and his eyes immediately fell on Wang Jianjun who was lying on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, Wang Jianjun had a dazed look on his face, with only an obvious red mark on his chest, but no signs of injury on his head.

"Uh...it turns out you really held back." He Daqing muttered to himself, with an expression of embarrassment and relief on his face.

He realized that his reaction just now was a little too nervous, and also understood that He Yuzhu did not cause much harm.

Then he let go of his worry and looked at the fallen White Widow.