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

To be honest, when Yi Zhonghai asked to borrow He Yuzhu's house, He Yuzhu was taken aback for a moment, because borrowing a house had never happened in his previous life. What was going on today? Had he not been reborn into his original world? Would unexpected events he had never experienced happen in the future?

But thinking about it, who cares? As long as the person and the name are right, that's enough. I only want to settle my current score and not dwell on the past. Borrowing the house will only make me hate Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family even more, and I will be even less merciful when I take revenge.

The situation suddenly reached a stalemate.

Yi Zhonghai stood at the door, his face ashen, his chest heaving. He never expected that this simple-minded man, whom he usually had completely under his thumb, would be so stubborn today, refusing to listen to reason, and even going so far as to humiliate him. It was utterly intolerable for a pet dog to bare its teeth at its owner.

He Yuzhu didn't say anything, just stared at them coldly, his hand on the door frame, clearly indicating that they could say whatever they wanted and get lost.

Standing behind Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu also glared maliciously at He Yuzhu. He hadn't expected things to develop this way. Based on past experience, whenever his master intervened, He Yuzhu always obediently complied. What he thought was a sure thing was now on the verge of falling apart; how could he not feel intense hatred for He Yuzhu?

Yi Zhonghai took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He considered the situation; in the current state, he probably couldn't control He Yuzhu on his own. He needed to find another way.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me.

Without turning around, one could tell who was coming. The sound of Jia Zhangshi's plump body walking was unique in the entire courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although this old woman was annoying, she could actually come in handy at crucial moments. She could throw a tantrum and hurl insults at anyone who dared to do so. Letting her make a scene might just suppress He Yuzhu's arrogance.

Madam Jia had already come out and was eavesdropping at her doorstep. When she heard He Yuzhu refuse to lend her the house, she couldn't contain her anger. After waiting for a while, seeing that Yi Zhonghai had also failed to persuade He Yuzhu, she finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"You damned idiot Zhu!" Jia Zhangshi yelled as she charged forward, her two-hundred-pound body shaking the ground as she ran. "You little beast, you think you're all grown up now? Who do you think you are? You're just an orphan with no parents, what are you doing occupying such a big house? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror, do you even deserve it?"

Jia Zhangshi rushed over and started cursing at He Yuzhu.

"No wonder your mother died young and your father ran off with someone else. It's all because of an unfilial brat like you! You and your sister are worthless goods, bah! Our Jia family kindly took care of you, and you don't even know how to appreciate it..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jia Zhangshi suddenly felt a blur before her eyes.

"Snapped!"

A loud, resounding slap landed squarely on her fat face.

The slap was swift and brutal, leaving Jia Zhangshi no time to react. Her obese body spun around three times like a top before she landed hard on her bottom.

"You dare hit me?!" Jia Zhangshi covered her face and screamed in disbelief.

He stretched out his legs, slapped the ground with both hands, and began to cast a spell: "Oh my old Jia! Open your eyes and look! That little bastard Sha Zhu is hitting someone! It's outrageous to beat an elder like that! Come up here and take him away..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap in the face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

He Yuzhu was too lazy to waste words, so he went up and slapped her repeatedly, one slap after another.

Jia Zhangshi's face swelled up visibly, and blood began to seep from the corner of her mouth. She tried to dodge, but He Yuzhu's movements were too fast, and she couldn't avoid him at all. She wanted to fight back, but sitting on the ground, she couldn't reach him.

After a dozen or so slaps, Jia Zhangshi was completely stunned. Her cursing stopped abruptly, and she sat down on the ground, her face swollen like a pig's head, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her hair disheveled, looking utterly wretched. At this moment, she looked at He Yuzhu with instinctive fear.

He Yuzhu withdrew his hand and looked down at her. "Have you finished cursing? If not, keep cursing. I still have plenty of energy."

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu were both dumbfounded. They never expected He Yuzhu to actually make a move, and to be so ruthless and decisive.

"You idiot Zhu, you dare hit my mom? I'll kill you!"

When Jia Dongxu, who was the first to come to his senses, saw his own mother being beaten, he couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward with a punch.

"You never learn, huh? You still dare call me 'Silly Pillar'? Well then, you'll be lying down with that old fat woman!"

"Snapped!"

Jia Dongxu didn't even see how He Yuzhu got close to him before he was slapped hard across the face and rolled half-flew to Jia Zhangshi's side.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, along with two teeth, leaving Jia Dongxu speechless for a moment. He could only lean against Jia Zhangshi and groan.

Having experienced the future and absorbed the consciousness of countless parallel worlds, He Yuzhu understood one principle. A high-intensity forced fight is a fighting style that inflicts considerable pain, carries minimal risk of injury, almost eliminates legal consequences, and is the most humiliating. Even in the later world with its numerous legal provisions, as long as you don't knock out several teeth or rupture eardrums, you won't face criminal charges. As for this era, it's even simpler, because the concept of injury assessment simply doesn't exist.

As long as he gets the angle right, he'll be invincible. He plans to use his big fist to deal with these beasts from now on. After all, there will be many conflicts in the future, and fists and feet have no eyes; what if he accidentally kicks someone to death? That would cause a lot of trouble. He wants to be reborn and take revenge while living a good life; he never thought of using his spatial ability to flee to the ends of the earth.

Besides, in many cases, like Yi Zhonghai, beating him half to death might not be as humiliating or damaging to his prestige as slapping him a few times.

"Dongxu! What happened to you?" Qin Huairu, seeing her husband being beaten, immediately ran over, carrying her pregnant belly. She helped Jia Dongxu up and held him in her arms, where he began to sob. He looked weak and helpless, as if his family had been bullied by a thug. This caused the many men who had come to watch the commotion to suddenly feel protective of him, and they all pointed and whispered criticisms at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu didn't care at all. He knew the nature of the people in this courtyard house all too well. You see, in his previous life, that most beautiful courtyard house wasn't just inhabited by the Yi, Liu, Yan, and Jia families—there were more than a dozen old guys living there, enjoying their retirement without contributing anything.

He didn't bother to check how many families had moved away from the courtyard house or how many had been involved in the final reunion; he considered them all beasts. If they hadn't learned their lesson from their past lives, then the heavens that had given them this rebirth must be blind idiots.

"He Yuzhu! You've gone mad!" Yi Zhonghai finally came to his senses and roared, "How dare you hit an elderly person and beat up a neighbor! No matter how wrong your Aunt Jia is, she's still your elder. You're simply lawless and outrageous!"