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

Everyone was stunned by the terrifying strength He Yuzhu displayed. In less than a minute, more than ten strong laborers were lying on the ground groaning in pain—something no normal person could do!

On both sides of the wall, a group of people stared in disbelief. Someone whispered to Old Man Fang, "Uncle Fang, should we report this to the police station? It wouldn't be good if someone got seriously injured."

Old Fang took a drag of his cigarette, waved his hand, and said, "Why call the police? It was just a fight, no one was killed. The police are busy catching enemy agents and class enemies every day, don't bother them with this neighborhood dispute."

He was a soldier by training, had fought on the battlefield, and understood things very well. He Yuzhu's attack was extremely measured; it looked intimidating, but it was all superficial wounds, maybe a few teeth knocked out. Countless such civil disputes occur every day in Beijing, and the police station is too lazy to bother with them.

Inside the courtyard, the people who had fallen to the ground were helped up one by one by their families. They covered their faces and dared not utter a sound.

Supported by his two youngest sons, Liu Haizhong's obese body was still trembling slightly. He was filled with fear; He Yuzhu had just casually slapped him, and his nearly 200-pound frame had been sent flying—this was not the strength of a normal person! He Yuzhu was a freak!

Supported by an older woman, Yi Zhonghai looked utterly helpless; he was completely at a loss with He Yuzhu. He had exhausted all his methods, and even with the combined efforts of the entire courtyard and the two other stewards, he had still suffered a crushing defeat. An unprecedented sense of frustration enveloped him, layers of shame crashing over him. He wished he could immediately rush into his room, isolate himself from the world, and never come out again.

Just when everyone thought that today's events had come to a temporary end and everyone was going home to lick their wounds and plan for the future, Yan Bugui suddenly jumped out.

Old Silver Coin was the most despicable, shameless, and vindictive of these people. In his previous life, He Yuzhu was forcibly branded as a chicken thief because Yan Bugui kept questioning and trying to extract information from him. The reason was simply that He Yuzhu had been disrespectful to Yan Bugui in many small matters, and he had always held a grudge against him.

Seeing his son being beaten repeatedly, how could he possibly stand it? A wicked plan immediately came to mind. He adjusted his tattered glasses, pointed at He Yuzhu, and spoke in a shrill voice.

"He Yuzhu! You openly assaulted the manager and a member of the public! We're going to call the police and arrest you! All the neighbors here can testify!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's pig-headed face immediately lit up with hope again. Yes, no matter how good He Yuzhu was at fighting, could he possibly stand up to the government? As long as the police were called, and he was charged with acting like a tyrant in the compound and assaulting civilians without cause, that would be enough to get him into serious trouble!

"Yes! Old Yan is right! He Yuzhu, your problem is very serious. So many people have been injured by you. We must call the police and bring you to justice."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu remained calm and composed. He slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Oh, so now you know to turn to the government? Wasn't it your rule that matters within the compound should be resolved within the compound? What, things are different now?"

"Now that the police have been called in, what about the reputation of this compound? What about its title as an advanced and civilized courtyard house? What about its year-end bonus?"

One sentence infuriated Yi Zhonghai. That used to be my phrase! "Don't hit someone in the face, don't expose someone's shortcomings." It makes me, Yi Zhonghai, sound like a two-faced scoundrel!

However, those who habitually apply double standards have no bottom line when it comes to shamelessness. Yi Zhonghai, at this moment, once again adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor.

"Your actions are far too serious; you've crossed the line! You've assaulted women and children in the compound, refused to obey orders, and acted like a tyrant—you're showing signs of becoming a tyrant! This has reached the point of class conflict. Our compound cannot protect you; we have no choice but to uphold justice and send you to the authorities!"

These words were undeniably malicious. Yi Zhonghai and his group were now determined to kill He Yuzhu; it was a fight to the death.

Incited by Yan Bugui and Yi Zhonghai's words, and further encouraged by a few henchmen and members of the Jia, Liu, and Yan families, the crowd in the courtyard began to make a ruckus again.

"Yes! Call the police! Arrest him!"

"We are all willing to testify."

"Sha Zhu beat up so many people today, he must be brought to justice."

"Drive him out of the courtyard house and give us back our bright and clear world."

Shouts rose and fell, and faces filled with resentment stared intently at He Yuzhu, as if he were already a sitting duck. Liu Haizhong and the others echoed him with malice in their eyes.

He Yuzhu looked at the group of beasts whose expressions changed in an instant, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes full of mockery.

"Then you should report it. But when the police arrive, I want to see who they're actually arresting."

His sudden outburst silenced the entire room. No one had expected He Yuzhu to say such a thing, so utterly confident. Even Yi Zhonghai and the others couldn't understand it—was this genuine daring, or did he have something to rely on?

At this moment, He Yuzhu stood in the center of the courtyard, looked around the entire area, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Don't think you can act with impunity just because you people in your compound are colluding to fabricate stories! When the police come, I'll be the first to accuse you of using clan power and oppressing minority residents."

He pointed to the top of the wall, "Don't forget, there are witnesses on the wall! Having more people is no excuse for your lawlessness! Perfect, we'll arrest all of you who rely on clan power!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, terrifying everyone in the courtyard!

Clan influence—that's a serious crime these days! At best, it'll result in public humiliation and public denunciation; at worst, it'll lead to labor camp or imprisonment!

The neighbors who had just been raising their hands and joining in the commotion suddenly panicked and rushed to step forward to distance themselves from the situation.

"He Yuzhu, I'm just here to watch the show! This has nothing to do with me."

"I was deceived! I only came because Yi Zhonghai said there would be a large meeting to discuss neighborhood mutual assistance."

"What plenary resolution? I don't know anything about it! I was just passing by."

"It was all those old fogies who did this. I was just passing by and observing. I didn't participate in any of the voting or anything like that."

Old Fang, perched atop the wall, spoke up, "That's right! We saw it all clearly! You're forming cliques and bullying a young man like He Yuzhu! This is a classic case of clan power at work!"

With the testimonies from outsiders, the residents inside the compound became even more panicked. They didn't want to be labeled as members of a powerful clan! That could lead to deaths; not only would they be branded with such a serious accusation, but they might also lose their jobs, and their entire families would starve. They hadn't gained any benefit, and were only getting themselves into trouble—what was the point?

In an instant, the residents of the compound, who had been united just moments before, fell apart and fled home, fearing that if they lingered even a second longer, they would be implicated.

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui were ashen-faced. Public opinion, public opinion—who would have thought that one day, their greatest reliance would crumble so easily under He Yuzhu's nonchalant counterattack!

He Yuzhu looked coldly at the three old men whose faces were ashen.

"Is anyone still going to call the police?"

"If you have nothing to say, get lost. I'm going back to sleep. I don't have time to argue with you guys."