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

When Xiao Yao's punch landed on Zhang Zhengkai's face again, he felt a stinging sensation in his nose, followed by a gush of hot liquid gushing from both nostrils.

"You fucking bastard!!! You stole my wife!!! You slept with my wife!!!" Zhang Zhengkai shouted furiously, "And you still have the nerve to hit me??"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiao Yao was struck hard in the right eye, so hard that he saw stars and almost passed out.

A few seconds later, the boy felt a burning pain on his cheek.

To his shame, in his sixteen-plus years of life, Xiao Yao has never actually been in a serious "fight" with anyone.

Leaving aside the real, life-or-death struggles in the hallowed halls of power, just talking about "fighting," in his memory, when he fought with his classmates in the past, he would usually punch each other's arms from both sides, never daring to hit the other's face.

To put it bluntly, apart from a few reckless thugs, most people understand the principle of "winning means losing money and dropping out of school, losing means being hospitalized and embarrassed," so they are afraid of hurting the other party and naturally hit them hard on the arm.

Moreover, if you hit someone on the head, they will hit you on the head in return. Once the war escalates, it will get out of control.

I say this to show that this kind of bare-handed, flesh-and-blood brawl was a truly novel experience for Xiao Yao.

The pain and injury did not make Xiao Yao feel cowardly; on the contrary, they completely enraged him.

"Stop fighting! Please stop fighting!"

Enraged, Xiao Yao punched Zhang Zhengkai's face repeatedly.

He felt that with each punch that struck flesh, a powerful surge of anger and repression was released.

The sound of bones hitting bones echoed in the air, giving him an unusual sense of pleasure.

Zhang Zhengkai twisted his body with a contorted expression, trying to break free from Xiao Yao's control—but each struggle was firmly stopped by Xiao Yao.

His fist, like a hammer, relentlessly slammed into Zhang Zhengkai's face.

Blood gushed from Zhang Zhengkai's nose and the corners of his mouth, further staining his face red.

Xiao Shenjie plopped down on the ground and burst into tears.

This fight was not a duel between two skilled martial artists, but rather more like a chaotic brawl between two hot-blooded teenagers.

There are no tricks, no shortcuts, only pure power and anger.

Their fists flew fearlessly through the air, each contact a collision of two forces.

Xiao Yao's gaze turned fervent. He no longer exercised caution and focused all his attention on attacking, leaving himself wide open.

His fists collided with Zhang Zhengkai's, each impact bringing a sharp pain, but they did not stop, continuing to fight each other relentlessly.

Xiao Yao felt power surging from the depths of his body; his heart was pounding, and his blood was burning throughout his body.

He smashed Zhang Zhengkai's body with all his might, hoping to vent all his anger through his fists.

With each punch, he could feel Zhang Zhengkai's nose and cheeks trembling, and hear the strange cracking sound of bones breaking from the impact.

Zhang Zhengkai waved his hands frantically, trying to block Xiao Yao's attack.

His body swayed from the blows, but he did not give up his will to resist.

Despite being beaten until his face was covered in blood, with bloodstains on his mouth and nose that were particularly glaring, he still struggled to hold on, even flipping over to straddle Xiao Yao and trying to reach for his neck.

"Ouch!" Xiao Yao shouted, jerking his head away and knocking Zhang Zhengkai's small hand away.

Xiao Yao and Zhang Zhengkai's anger mingled in the air as they struck each other relentlessly, each punch accompanied by a sharp pain, blood gushing from their noses and mouths.

Their faces were swollen and red from the blows, and their bodies were swaying from the impact, but they stubbornly continued to fight.

Despite his small arms and legs, Zhang Zhengkai's strength was no less than Xiao Yao's—he used his superior position to stubbornly swing his fists, aiming to strike Xiao Yao's face and body.

Each punch landed with a powerful force, striking Xiao Yao with a dull yet forceful sound.

"You, not, not, steal, my, girlfriend, friend," Zhang Zhengkai's fists were as fierce as a wild beast, each strike bringing intense pain, but he did not back down, but launched an even more frenzied attack: "You also, steal, my, dragon, shield!"

Xiao Yao felt every punch he received, but he fought back without flinching.

"Are you crazy? Did you drink fake alcohol? What Dragon Shield?" Xiao Yao was baffled.

His body was filled with power, and every time he raised his fist, it was with violent force.

The two continued to strike each other relentlessly, their fists growing increasingly numb and their breathing becoming more rapid.

Xiao Shenjie finally stopped crying, rushed forward desperately, grabbed Zhang Zhengkai's shirt from behind and pulled him back: "Stop fighting!"

Xiao Yao felt the pressure on him ease instantly, and he was overjoyed: Good wife! You've really taken the initiative!

Zhang Zhengkai was already at his limit, and the pulling on his back suddenly made him feel dizzy.

Xiao Yao seized the opportunity—he delivered a powerful punch to Zhang Zhengkai's abdomen.

Zhang Zhengkai felt his stomach acid churning up, and a sharp pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Before he could recover, Xiao Yao delivered another uppercut, which landed heavily on his chin.

Zhang Zhengkai felt a sudden dizziness, and then he tumbled off Xiao Yao and fell to the ground.

His consciousness gradually faded.

……

Xiao Yao was also lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

The two boys lay head to head, their bodies forming a figure eight shape, gazing up at the dark sky.

"Big brother, big brother, are you alright?" Little Shen Jie's voice was still choked with sobs.

Xiao Yao shook his head vigorously and reached out to pinch the little girl's cheek.

"Kai, did you have enough fun today?" Xiao Yao asked Zhang Zhengkai, squinting his eyes.

"Huh?" Zhang Zhengkai waited several seconds before speaking.

"Have you had enough of beating me?" Xiao Yao laughed heartily, but after only two laughs, he hissed in pain as the injury aggravated his wound and stopped laughing.

"It's alright, so-so, that's fine." Zhang Zhengkai forced a smile: "How about you, were you satisfied?"

"Me? What do I have to say about whether it's exciting or not?" Xiao Yao tilted his head and spat out a drop of bloody saliva. "Fine, it was pretty exciting."

The two boys looked up at the dark "sky" together—they could laugh out loud without even looking up.

Xiao Shenjie wiped away her freshly dried tears, lost in a daze.

How come these two older brothers were fighting like idiots just now, but now they're chatting and laughing like buddies?

The adult world is really quite complicated.

"Brother Xiao Yao, Brother Zhang Zhengkai," Xiao Shenjie asked timidly, "Why were you two fighting just now?"

"Isn't it all because of you?" "Isn't it all because of you?" the two boys answered in unison.

"Because...me?" Xiao Shenjie was completely bewildered.

"You...know my name?" Xiao Yao suddenly remembered something and asked curiously.

Before the little girl could answer, Zhang Zhengkai turned to her and muttered, "Troublemaker."

Xiao Shenjie: "?"

The little girl's lips trembled, as if she was about to cry again.

Xiao Yao quickly said, "Alright, you're not allowed to bully her, or I'll beat you up again."

“Come on,” Zhang Zhengkai laughed, “What are you afraid of?”

The two older brothers burst into laughter again.

Xiao Shenjie: "?..."

“I said it when we were having dinner together that day,” Zhang Zhengkai said lazily, “We should go out and have a fight, a fair duel between men, between knights—but your female bodyguard stopped us.”

"Is it really you?" Xiao Yao asked unnecessarily. "Kai Zi."

"Damn it, who else could it be?" Zhang Zhengkai said. "If it weren't for that guy surnamed Yu stopping us that day, we would have finished this fight long ago, and maybe none of this would have happened today."

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?" Xiao Yao said, "I mean, how did you end up here? No, is all of this your damn scheme?"

“It’s me, and it’s not me,” Zhang Zhengkai replied.

“That’s a lot,” Xiao Yao said. “Don’t think you can shirk responsibility just by saying that.”

“As for what I’m here for—I’m here to save you, of course,” Zhang Zhengkai ignored the rest of Xiao Yao’s sentence and told him, “But the first thing I did was get a beating from you. Tell me, isn’t that what you’re like…”

"Nonsense," Xiao Yao retorted, "Do I need you to save me?"

“Alright, alright, you don’t need me to save you,” Zhang Zhengkai said, not bothering to argue with Xiao Yao. “I admit, besides saving you, Xiao Shenjie, and your little bodyguard, I also came to save myself—and now, I need you to save me.”

"Why the hell should I save you? You bastard..." Xiao Yao retorted casually.

“That’s true,” Zhang Zhengkai smiled tolerantly, “Don’t you want to know what’s really happening outside?”

Xiao Yao had to admit that this was a rather attractive topic for him at the moment.

"Let the fart go."

“That day, you, Xiao Shenjie, and Yu Luying all fell into a coma at the same time…” Zhang Zhengkai began his story in detail.

“I knew it, I guessed it,” Xiao Yao interrupted. “Go on.”

“After the three of you got into trouble, that priest we all know, surnamed Yu, found me and asked me to go to his place to cut coffee—” Zhang Zhengkai said slowly, “To be precise, that bastard actually kidnapped me.”

“This plot isn’t particularly surprising to me,” Xiao Yao commented. “Continue.”

"Wait, Father Yu?" Xiao Shenjie suddenly clutched her forehead, pondering painfully, "Is his name... Yu... Bo... Brother Bo?"