You're my wife, don't doubt it!

The contribution that Yu Luying, this seemingly frail woman, could provide was far too limited.

Xiao Yao's shield-shaped backpack had a hole in it, and his homework and textbooks were spilling out. Without the books inside, it had no protective power.

The large skewer of meat in his right hand also fell during a parry against the steel bars—you should be ashamed of wasting food!

Even worse, Xiao Yao seemed to suddenly realize that when did only two people remain in front of him?

He thought to himself, "Oh no!" and was about to turn around when his legs were grabbed and lifted up, causing him to fall face-first into the mud, his mouth full of blood.

The schoolbag in his hand flew out and hit the wall of the alley.

As everyone knows, even a fully armed knight, once his horse's leg is cut off and he lies on the ground, is nothing more than meat on a chopping board.

The man with the snarling hair grinned maliciously, carrying the steel bar, and slowly walked towards him.

The screeching sound of steel bars scraping against the ancient Shikumen wall sent a chill down Xiao Yao's spine.

Then, the man with the airplane-shaped hairpin clutched his groin and doubled over in pain, crying out, "No book, that old woman..."

"Brother Xiao Yao, run!" The girl had already put on her pants and shoes, her pretty face flushed red, and her small fists clenched tightly.

Wait, do I know you?

"Damn it, I know you!" Xiao Yao almost shouted out loud.

Because he finally recognized the face of the person being bullied.

You fucking...you're Zhang Zhengkai, right? You're Zhang Zhengkai, right? You're definitely Zhang Zhengkai, aren't you?

You old bastard, you've been following me, haven't you? Planning to come home with me and take my wife back, huh?

So you got snatched away by Chen Ge with the pompadour hairstyle halfway through, right? Just because he looks like Wu Tingyan? What a twist of fate!

He didn't think too much about how Zhang Zhengkai, if he was following him, had managed to get ahead of him. He was just seriously considering whether he should listen to Zhang Zhengkai, turn around and run away, leaving him to "enjoy" with the "airplane head" Chen Ge.

The remaining thugs were stunned for two seconds, then reacted and rushed towards Zhang Zhengkai with a roar.

Xiao Yao's legs were freed, and he struggled to get up, but stumbled again and almost fell.

The thugs rushed towards Zhang Zhengkai, but the boy waved his hand and threw the dirt he had been holding at their eyes!

"Brother, that's not chivalrous at all," Xiao Yao thought.

"Ah!" The steel bar in the airplane-head's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

Then, Zhang Zhengkai threw the dirt in his other hand at the remaining people.

The remaining people, now on guard, yelled and jumped back, covering their eyes, but this bought Zhang Zhengkai time to pick up the steel bars.

"Brother Xiao Yao, catch!" Zhang Zhengkai shouted triumphantly, and the steel bar, like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, flew towards Xiao Yao while spinning.

Xiao Yao reached out to take it, but his right hand went limp and fell down.

“Damn it,” Xiao Yao said.

Then, the steel bar slammed into Xiao Yao's shoulder.

Thump, he fell down.

He heard Zhang Zhengkai's anxious shouts and the thugs' mocking laughter.

I should have left you here, you little brat. You're already home by now...

Are you sure you didn't do it on purpose...? Are you sure you didn't do it on purpose...?

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Xiao Yao heard a somewhat familiar baritone voice. What? Did I get killed and sent to heaven?

"Ah!" came a boy's scream.

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will inherit the earth."

"Ouch!" The sound of another person falling down.

"Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth."

Xiao Yao struggled to lift his head and saw a familiar man in a full basketball jersey, darting left and right among the thugs like lightning.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

"Stop fighting, we surrender!"

"Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy."

Xiao Yao saw Zhang Jialong following behind Yu Bo, his face ashen, and he raised his fist, as big as a casserole dish, and knocked one of them down.

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God."

The only person still standing on the field was the guy with the pompadour. Yu Bo grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the alley wall, lifting him up like a chick.

“Father, no, you are a priest, aren’t you?” The man with the pompadour was at a loss for words. “You, you’re wearing a cross. I…I’ve seen you before. You’re the priest from the church opposite St. Francis, aren’t you?”

"You actually recognize me?" Yu Bo grinned crookedly.

“You are a priest,” the man with the pompadour stammered, “you shouldn’t hit people, you should pray!”

“That makes sense!” Yu Bo put on an exaggerated, almost deliberate expression. “Let me hear what He has to say?”

As he spoke, Yu Bo put his hand to his ear, as if listening to something.

The man with the airplane-shaped hairpin, the people lying on the ground groaning, and Xiao Yao and Zhang Zhengkai all stared at him in bewilderment.

“He said so.” Yu Bo lowered his pompadour and reached out to straighten his collar.

"What?" the man with the pompadour stammered.

Yu Bo revealed a pure and innocent smile, like that of a dove: "He told me to hit you."

Before the man with the airplane-shaped hairpin could object, he was punched hard and fell to the ground.

Xiao Yao struggled to sit up: "Yu Bo... Brother Long..."

Yu Bo dusted off his hands, not looking at Xiao Yao: "You got such a strong fortress, and you still managed to beat a few thugs like this. You really need to level up some more."

Xiao Yao suddenly felt that Yu Bo had a bit of the White Knight vibe at this moment.

“However, the spirit of the knight has been acquired,” Yu Bo added.

"Brother, are you alright?" Zhang Jialong came over and gently helped Xiao Yao up.

"I'm fine...cough."

It would be strange if nothing happened.

However, it probably doesn't qualify for a medical minor injury assessment.

"Brother Bo, what do we do here? People will be here soon." Zhang Jialong pointed to the thugs lying on the ground groaning. Some of them had already sat up, preparing to sneak away.

"It doesn't matter, I'll handle it. You all go back first," Yu Bo said.

"Thank you, Father Yu...?" Zhang Zhengkai looked much better.

Through Zhang Zhengkai's shoulder, Xiao Yao saw a short woman standing at the end of the alley, dressed in a women's suit, trousers, and leather shoes.

She was wearing a baseball cap, goggles, and a mask; the style of the baseball cap clashed terribly with the suit.

The woman bowed to him and then disappeared around the corner.

what's the situation?

"Aren't you going to leave yet?" Yu Bo glared at him.

"Come on, come on, you're making me pack my schoolbag!" Xiao Yao complained.

Chapter 88 Invitation to the Harem

2023-01-21

After Xiao Yao returned home, he finally learned who the woman in the black suit was.

"Damn it, you're just going to watch me get beaten up and not come to help? Ouch—"

In Xiao Yao's room, Shen Jie applied mercurochrome to his wounds while listening to his rambling.

"If I show up too early, won't Zhang Zhengkai catch me red-handed?" Shen Jie said with a gentle smile.

"You know he's Zhang Zhengkai, yet you still watch me get beaten up for him!" Xiao Yao thought to himself, but muttered to himself.

"No, not at all," Shen Jie smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking Xiao Yao's hand. "When Father Yu and I were passing by, we happened to see Zhang Zhengkai knock you unconscious by throwing a steel bar. Father Yu immediately rushed out. Before I could even react, the fight was over. Tell me, why would I even come out?"

Xiao Yao snorted, replying to a text message in his other hand: "I wasn't subjected to domestic violence again. I'll explain what happened when I get to school tomorrow."

"Who are you chatting with? You keep sending messages." Shen Jie smiled and leaned her head closer to see Xiao Yao's phone screen, but he subconsciously closed the flip phone.

Shen Jie's face fell, and she almost lost her temper, but she held back.

"Oh dear," Xiao Yao's survival tactic was to toss his phone onto the corner of the bed, put his arm around the girl's waist, and say with a grin, "Why are you being so gentle with me today?"

“Because,” Shen Jie said calmly as she removed the hands from her waist, “I just discovered today that my future sweetheart is a great hero.”

"A great hero beaten up like that?" Xiao Yao said with a wry smile.

"Not bad, was it one against six, or one against seven? It was a close fight," Shen Jie patted Xiao Yao's head, "Even I might not be able to do that."

What do you mean, "Even if it's you"? You're a girl, Xiao Yao thought to himself.

Fine, we must face the difference in strength; we'll just have to heed the nice words for now.