The Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Returns with Boundless Hatred for Revenge

Yan Bugui was so shocked by these words that he almost choked on his breath, his face instantly turning a deep purplish-red. Ever since he was appointed as the Third Uncle by the neighborhood committee, no one in the entire courtyard had dared to talk back to him like this. Sha Zhu was the first. Even someone as domineering as Yi Zhonghai usually treated him politely. He never expected that Sha Zhu would dare to challenge him to his face today.

"You! He Yuzhu!" Yan Bugui pointed at He Yuzhu, "How dare you! I am the head of the neighborhood committee, the third-ranking official in the compound! I am here representing the neighborhood committee to question you. Do you have no respect for rules or the law? Your behavior is disrupting neighborhood unity and the harmony of the compound! I must seriously criticize you!"

He Yuzhu finally turned around, looked him straight in the eye, and sneered, "Third Uncle? Ha, Yan Bugui, it's one thing to fool the others in the courtyard, but what are you trying to prove to me? You're just a liaison officer sent by the neighborhood committee to help pass on messages and send out notices. You really think you're something special? What law did I break by reinforcing my own doors and windows? Tell me!"

"You, you're just making excuses!" Yan Bugui was furious. His biggest advantage was his status as the Third Master, but now that He Yuzhu had ruthlessly exposed him, he was completely humiliated. "Silly Zhu, look at the state you're in now! Your mouth is full of foul language, you have no respect for your elders. No wonder, no wonder your father, He Daqing, didn't want you anymore and ran off with a widow. It's because you're an ill-mannered wretch!"

"Papa"

Before they could finish speaking, the two men were already locked in a fierce fight.

The force was so great that he staggered, and his old reading glasses, which he had worn for many years, flew off and crashed to the ground with a "crack," the lenses shattering.

Yan Bugui felt a blur before his eyes, his face burning with pain, his ears ringing, and he was completely dazed. He covered his face, staring incredulously in He Yuzhu's direction: "You dare hit me?"

"So what if I hit you?" He Yuzhu's eyes were icy, his tone chilling. "I already told you yesterday, if you call me 'Silly Zhu' again, I won't be polite. Yan Bugui, have you forgotten everything? And you call yourself a teacher? Insulting other people's family is your kind of upbringing. You even dare to mention my father? It's none of your business to talk about my family's affairs. If you keep spewing nonsense, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Yan Bugui's eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, was also watching the commotion from the sidelines. When he saw his father being beaten by He Yuzhu, he was instantly filled with rage and could no longer hold back.

"Idiot Zhu! I'll fuck you, how dare you hit my dad!" Yan Jiecheng roared, grabbed a stick from the corner of the wall, and rushed forward to smash it down on He Yuzhu's head!

He Yuzhu neither dodged nor avoided, but his right hand shot out like lightning and grabbed Yan Jiecheng's wrist.

"Yan Jiecheng, you're too weak. You're just a piece of trash, yet you dare to bare your teeth at me!" After saying that, he twisted hard!

"Ouch!" Yan Jiecheng cried out in pain, and the wooden stick slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Then a huge punch was thrown over!

"Snapped!"

Yan Jiecheng was spun halfway around by the slap, seeing stars, and fell to the ground, blood immediately appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Jie Cheng!" Yan Bugui was shocked and furious when he saw his son fall to the ground. He didn't care about the pain in his face and rushed over to help his son up. However, his vision went black and his steps became unsteady. He almost fell down with his son.

The father and son were in a sorry state; one was covering his face with blurred vision, while the other lay on the ground groaning.

The neighbors who had gathered to watch the commotion were stunned. Had He Yuzhu really gone mad? Yesterday he beat up Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu, and today he beat up the third uncle Yan Bugui and his eldest son Yan Jiecheng. Was he going to teach all the old men in the courtyard a lesson one by one?

The old carpenter whom He Yuzhu had invited, hammer in hand, stared in disbelief. He'd lived most of his life, worked for countless families, but this was the first time he'd ever seen anything like it. He clicked his tongue, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, "Hey, your courtyard house... it's really something. This old man has been wandering the streets for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered anything like this, tsk tsk."

"He Yuzhu!" Yan Bugui barely managed to stand, pointing in He Yuzhu's direction. Although he couldn't see clearly, his anger didn't diminish. "You're lawless! You beat up the old man in the courtyard, you beat up the neighbor! You wait, I'm going to the neighborhood office right now to report you. I don't believe I can't deal with you!"

"Go ahead, go now!" He Yuzhu sneered. "Let the people from the neighborhood committee see how you so-called 'old men' act like tyrants in the courtyard all the time. You're just a small business owner, yet you dare to boss around a third-generation farmer like me, and lecture me all the time? I'll ask the people from the neighborhood committee how you got appointed as a liaison officer, and how you dare to call yourself 'old man'—what exactly are you trying to do?"

"You, you, you!" Yan Bugui pointed at He Yuzhu, stammering for a long time, but could only rage in vain.

He really didn't dare to report it to the police. Firstly, ever since they became the masters of this courtyard, the established policy was to resolve matters within the courtyard itself, infinitely amplifying the authority of the three masters and controlling the entire courtyard. No one was allowed to involve government officials in any matter. He simply didn't dare to overturn the rules he had set, and Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong wouldn't agree to it either.

Furthermore, He Yuzhu is right about one thing: he's just a small business owner, a subject of social supervision and reform. Under similar circumstances, even if he were innocently beaten, unless seriously injured, even if the neighborhood committee or police station were involved, do you think they'd help him or He Yuzhu? Do they really think the class composition list is a joke?

Besides, he was in the wrong to begin with. He could have just dealt with it casually in the courtyard; why call in the neighborhood committee officials? Was he expecting a scolding?

"Yan Bugui, let me tell you, from now on, stay out of my family's business! If you dare to act like some kind of big shot in front of me again, or talk nonsense, I'll beat you every time I see you. You don't believe me? Just try me."

After saying that, he ignored Yan Bugui, who was trembling with anger and whose vision was blurring, and Yan Jiecheng, who was still lying on the ground. He turned to the old carpenter, who was staring in disbelief, and said politely, "Master, I'm sorry you had to see this. Let's continue working and ignore them."

The old carpenter snapped out of his daze, gave He Yuzhu a meaningful look, then glanced at the disheveled Yan father and son, and nodded: "Alright, let's get to work. Young man, you've got quite the strength."

He Yuzhu smiled but didn't reply.

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!" Yan Bugui was both angry and afraid. He couldn't believe that He Yuzhu had changed so much in just one day, and now he even dared to hit him. The ruthlessness He Yuzhu displayed today terrified him; he knew that He Yuzhu was now absolutely capable of doing what he said.