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

Yi Zhonghai was being choked by He Yuzhu, struggling futilely like a fish out of water. The burning pain on his face was nothing compared to the intense humiliation he felt. He was a man of considerable standing in the courtyard and even the steel mill, having never been treated like this before. Especially not by this foolish Zhu, whom he considered his puppet!

Each resounding slap not only shattered his authority as a senior figure but also repeatedly trampled on his self-righteous dignity. At this moment, he truly felt the murderous intent in He Yuzhu's words; that cold gaze told him that this kid was truly willing to kill! What whole-hospital meeting, what mass resolution, what moral blackmail—all became a joke in the face of absolute power and unreasonable violence!

He wanted to call for help, his gaze sweeping across the room, hoping someone would step forward to stop this lawless behavior. But all he saw were his neighbors, who were usually so respectful to him, now silent and avoiding his eyes, acting as if Yi Zhonghai didn't exist.

Only then did he realize that the prestige he had painstakingly cultivated in the courtyard for years had crumbled the moment He Yuzhu overturned the table. All notions of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, of mutual help and support, were laid bare under the naked threat of violence, revealing the selfish side of human nature.

"I, I..." Yi Zhonghai tried to explain, but found his high-sounding reasons to be utterly weak and powerless under He Yuzhu's questioning. He knew perfectly well that as Jia Dongxu's kowtowed master, forcing his neighbor to hand over the property with his disciple was, no matter where it happened, a despicable act that was in the wrong!

Just when Yi Zhonghai was feeling utterly hopeless and helpless, an untimely voice rang out.

"This is outrageous! Utterly outrageous! He Yuzhu! How dare you openly assault the manager! You're defying the entire hospital and the neighborhood committee! Everyone saw it! We can't let him continue to be so arrogant!"

At the crucial moment, Liu Haizhong stepped forward. His resentment at losing his chance to get a main house from the He family, his hatred for He Yuzhu's blatant trampling on the dignity of the compound leaders, and all these negative emotions combined to finally cause him to explode.

He looked around, trying to incite the crowd again, "Guangqi, Guangtian, Yan Jiefang, and the rest of you, come with me and tie this lawless beast up. We'll take him to the street office tomorrow. I refuse to believe we can't deal with him!"

Liu Haizhong's eldest son, Liu Guangqi, who had been hiding behind others, heard his father's call and, remembering the promised main room in the He family, gritted his teeth and grabbed the rolling pin he had prepared beforehand. Seeing his brother go ahead, Liu Guangtian had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Although Yan Bugui's eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, still felt pain on his face, seeing someone take the lead and remembering the two beatings he had suffered, old and new grudges surged into his heart, and he also rushed over with a howl.

Seeing his master beaten like that, Jia Dongxu knew he'd be utterly humiliated in the factory and courtyard if he didn't step in. He steeled himself, grabbed a small stool, and pounced on the attacker. The other lackeys of Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, seeing the momentum escalating, exchanged glances and noisily gathered around.

Suddenly, a dozen or so people, armed with stools, sticks, and bricks, surrounded He Yuzhu and advanced towards him! The scene instantly became tense again!

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and they quickly retreated, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire. Old Fang and the others on the wall held their breath, watching nervously below. He Yushui, witnessing this from inside the house, screamed in terror, "Brother!"

He Yuzhu looked at this rabble, a cold smile on his face, and casually tossed Yi Zhonghai aside.

"Perfect timing! Saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

The first to rush forward was Liu Haizhong. His immediate thought was to use his nearly 200-pound weight to hold He Yuzhu tightly, refusing to believe that He Yuzhu could break free in a short time. This would give the people surrounding him an opportunity. As long as there were many of them attacking together, He Yuzhu would be trapped like a turtle in a jar, unable to resist any longer.

Tonight, we'll coordinate with the entire hospital to communicate and plan. Tomorrow, we'll send He Yuzhu to the street office and charge him with being an enemy of the people and violently resisting. Ideally, we'll send He Yuzhu to a labor camp. That way, we can just divide up all the houses in the He family's estate. What can they do if we openly exploit them and see them as having no descendants?

At this moment, Liu Haizhong was clear-headed and incredibly wise, completely unlike the foolish person Yi Zhonghai and others had previously perceived him to be. It just goes to show that, often, money can sway people's hearts, and self-interest can make them wise.

Unfortunately, things didn't turn out as expected, despite the beautiful vision.

Just as Liu Haizhong rushed in front of He Yuzhu, before he could even unleash his self-proclaimed signature move, the Qiankun Embrace, his vision blurred. He didn't even see how He Yuzhu made his move; he only felt a tremendous force slap him hard across the face, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, Liu Haizhong's obese body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground two meters away. Two front teeth, mixed with blood, flew out of his mouth. He didn't even have time to utter a sound before he passed out.

"Dad!" Liu Guangqi was terrified when he saw this and turned to run away.

Unfortunately, he was the most enthusiastic runner at the beginning, and the distance was too close. He Yuzhu took a step forward, grabbed him by the back of his collar, spun him around, and slapped him twice across the face.

"Slap! Slap!"

Liu Guangqi was so badly beaten that he saw stars, fell to the ground, and cried out in pain, covering his face.

At this moment, Jia Dongxu launched a sneak attack from the side with a stool, about to smash it into the back of He Yuzhu's head. As if he had eyes in the back of the head, He Yuzhu suddenly turned around, deflected the stool with his left hand, and swung his right hand in a wide arc to deliver a powerful blow.

"Serves you right for attacking me from behind!"

The slap sent Jia Dongxu spinning twice on the spot. His face, already injured from the previous day, was now even more bruised. He screamed in pain, and the stool in his hand flew out of his grasp, nearly hitting the crowd of onlookers.

Seeing the situation was bad, Yan Jiecheng turned and tried to squeeze into the crowd. He Yuzhu kicked the rolling pin that Liu Guangqi had thrown on the ground. The wooden stick spun and flew over, hitting Yan Jiefang squarely in the back of the knee. Yan Jiefang fell to his knees with a thud. Before he could get up, He Yuzhu had already arrived, grabbed his collar, and slapped him four more times.

"Weren't you shouting so loudly just now? Why are you running away?"

In less than a minute, a dozen people were lying haphazardly on the ground in the courtyard, each covering their faces and groaning in pain.

He Yuzhu stood in the center of the courtyard, surveying the entire area. The cold wind ruffled his clothes, and the moonlight shone on his menacing face, making him look like a god of death. The neighbors who had gathered were too frightened to breathe, and a few of the more timid ones had already quietly slipped home and locked their doors.

"Who else?"