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

Once someone takes the lead, others follow. Some residents who were initially hesitant and observing, seeing that the vast majority of people raised their hands, feared being resented or ostracized if they didn't, and gradually raised their hands as well. In the end, looking around, not a single person was left out, not even Xu Fugui. After all, their relationship with Sha Zhu was only so-so, and they couldn't possibly go against the will of the entire hospital based on that.

"Good!" Yi Zhonghai, seeing this scene of popular support, felt reassured, and a victor's smile finally appeared on his face, filled with the smugness of being in control. He cleared his throat and announced in a loud voice.

"After a public and fair vote by all residents, the resolution has been unanimously passed! The resolutions are as follows: First, Comrade He Yuzhu must resume bringing lunchboxes from the canteen to the Jia family starting tomorrow, upholding the spirit of neighborly assistance! Second, Comrade He Yuzhu must vacate one of his main rooms within three days and temporarily lend it to the Jia family to alleviate their housing difficulties! He Yuzhu, this is a collective decision of all the residents of the compound, and you must obey!"

At this moment, Jia Zhangshi's fat face was squeezed together with a smile, her triangular eyes narrowed into slits, and she spat triumphantly in He Yuzhu's direction, cursing under her breath, "Ungrateful wretch, heartless little wretched."

Jia Dongxu straightened his back, his face beaming with undisguised joy. He felt that his master was indeed his master, having subdued the situation with a single move. Qin Huairu lowered her head, gently stroking her belly, but a slight smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

Other beasts also gloated, mocked, and ridiculed, displaying a variety of expressions.

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Yuzhu with a smug expression, his voice authoritative, "He Yuzhu, you've heard the voice of the people! This is a decision made at the entire hospital meeting, and you must obey! Now, make your stance clear in front of everyone!"

He paused, looked at He Yuzhu who stood there expressionless, and urged him with a tone of condescension, "Zhuzi, did you hear that? It's not too late to turn back from your misguided ways, return to the right path, and obey the decision of the entire hospital! I think the handover of the house doesn't need to wait three days. Tomorrow you..."

"Ugh!"

Yi Zhonghai's words came to an abrupt end!

It wasn't because he didn't want to talk anymore, but because the eight-immortal table in front of him suddenly flew up, just like that, flying into the air with a whooshing sound!

He Yuzhu made a move!

The instant Yi Zhonghai uttered the word "tomorrow," he moved! His speed was so fast that he left only a blur! In a few steps, he reached the octagonal table, and to everyone's astonishment, he grabbed the heavy edge of the table with one hand and swung his arm back sharply!

The elmwood octagonal table, weighing at least forty or fifty pounds, was easily flung away with one hand like a light piece of wood. It flew in an arc and crashed heavily onto the bricks and stones in the center of the courtyard with a loud bang!

"Snap! Snap!"

Two sturdy table legs snapped in two with a snap, sending wood chips flying! Teacups and enamel mugs also flew to the ground, making a clattering sound.

This sudden act of violence was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, leaving everyone stunned!

The entire courtyard fell silent instantly, with only the howling of the cold wind blowing through the walls and corridors.

Yi Zhonghai's smile froze completely, turning into utter terror. He watched helplessly as He Yuzhu, after overturning the table, appeared directly in front of him, took a sudden step forward, and his large hand gripped Yi Zhonghai's collar like an iron clamp! Just like the scene with Yan Jiecheng earlier.

"You, you dare..." Yi Zhonghai was terrified and only managed to utter a few words.

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

His response was a relentless slap!

He Yuzhu didn't bother with any words. He slapped Yi Zhonghai's face hard across the face, which he found extremely hypocritical and disgusting. The sound was crisp and loud, carrying far into the quiet night.

Each strike was delivered with skillful force, causing Yi Zhonghai excruciating pain, visibly swelling his cheeks, and causing his mouth to crack, with blood splattering mixed with saliva, yet without knocking him unconscious.

"Old Yi!" The middle-aged woman let out a shrill cry and immediately rushed forward, trying to stop He Yuzhu from continuing his violence, but it was no use. She grabbed He Yuzhu's hand that was slapping her, but she couldn't stop He Yuzhu's movements from stopping even a little.

Liu Haizhong was so frightened that his fat face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and he retreated repeatedly, falling to the ground with a thud. He scrambled backward on his hands and feet, wishing he could disappear into the crowd. Yan Bugui was even more quick-witted; he had screamed and hid behind the crowd as soon as the table flew away, keeping his head down and trying to shrink himself into a ball.

Even the deaf old lady sitting upright in the armchair behind her was so shocked by the scene that her hand trembled, and her yellow pear wood cane clattered to the ground. She quickly got up, picked up her cane, and hid in the crowd. Her small feet moved quickly, and she was much faster than her old age suggested.

The only sounds in the entire courtyard were the resounding slaps of Yi Zhonghai being delivered and the sobbing and pleas for mercy from an older woman. Everyone was utterly stunned by He Yuzhu's sudden and extremely violent counterattack!

The resolution that was unanimously passed just now, and the seemingly irresistible will of the masses, appeared so ridiculous and so vulnerable in the face of He Yuzhu's absolute power and unreasonable violence!

He slapped the old man more than a dozen times, only stopping when the old woman had already knelt down and begged him to let the old man go. He just stared coldly at Yi Zhonghai, whose face was swollen like a pig's head.

Yi Zhonghai was held up by He Yuzhu with one hand like a piece of rotten meat. He stared in horror at He Yuzhu, who was staring straight at him. His usually dignified and imposing face was now filled with disbelief and fear.

He Yuzhu's eyes were icy cold as he spat out each word, "You old bastard, you want to seize my He family's property?"

Yi Zhonghai shuddered, completely ignoring the excruciating pain and humiliation on his face, and vehemently explained, "It wasn't seizure, it was a loan. I saw that the Jia family was in dire straits; Dongxu's wife was about to give birth, and the house was simply too cramped. We're all neighbors, helping each other out..."

"Mutual help?" He Yuzhu scoffed, interrupting him. Her voice suddenly rose, making sure everyone present could hear her, "Who is Jia Dongxu to you?"

Yi Zhonghai was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously replied, "Yes, he is my apprentice."

"Disciple?" What kind of disciple? Is it someone you've kowtowed to, received formal invitations from, hosted banquets for, or someone with witnesses?

Yi Zhonghai flinched under his intense gaze and nodded with difficulty: "Yes."

"As the old saying goes, a disciple is like half a son! Yi Zhonghai, since you are the master to whom Jia Dongxu kowtowed and became his disciple, then you are like half a father to him! Today, you and your son, along with everyone in the courtyard, are forcing me, a neighbor with no relation to you, to lend your ancestral house to your son's family? Is there any justice in this world? And you still say this isn't an attempt to seize the He family's property?"

He whirled around, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room before settling on Yi Zhonghai's deathly pale face. "Isn't this a classic case of father and son conspiring to bully the neighbors and plot against my, He Yuzhu's, family fortune? Tell me, don't you deserve to be hit?"

Yi Zhonghai opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he couldn't utter a single word, because that was exactly how he planned it. Although there were some differences, the truth was that he was plotting to seize the He family's property for his own apprentice.

"Don't tell me I only slapped you a few times today!" Just for the despicable, utterly shameful, and utterly childless things you and your son have done, even if I killed you on the spot, all the men and women in Beijing would applaud and curse you, saying you deserved it! Believe it or not."