Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

A considerable number of neighbors had already gathered, pointing and whispering about Jia Zhangshi, their faces mostly showing disdain and amusement. Liu Haizhong, his belly protruding, stood at the front of the crowd, his chubby face trying hard to suppress a look of schadenfreude; clearly, Yi Zhonghai's humiliation pleased him greatly. Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, "Outrageous, disgraceful." Anyway, it had nothing to do with the Yan family, so he didn't need to get involved. Besides, his position as the third uncle had long been revoked.

This was exactly the effect Jia Zhangshi wanted. She observed everyone's reactions and knew the timing was right. Suddenly, she turned, her obese body facing Zhang Dabiao's small courtyard, and began to shout in her most distinctive, chilling "soul-summoning" tone:

"Old Jia! Old Jia, come up here and take a look! Come up from down here! Open your eyes and look! You left us, a widow and her children, and now everyone is bullying us!"

Her scream, sharp and mournful, echoed through the courtyard as dusk deepened, sending chills down the spines of many.

"Look at this courtyard, what kind of heartless people are here! Your good brother Yi Zhonghai from back then, he just watched me die and didn't help. He'd love for your wife to die out there!" She called out Yi Zhonghai's name first.

"Look at your son! He's married and forgotten his mother. He's so infatuated with his wife that he doesn't care whether his own mother lives or dies!"

Finally, her gaze, like a poisoned hook, locked onto Zhang Dabiao in the crowd, and her voice suddenly became even more venomous and sharp:

"Old Jia! You especially need to look over there! Look at that Zhang Dabiao, that orphan! That little bastard, whose father died and nobody cared, he's the one who got me locked up! He's bullying me! He thinks he's got some money, bought some nice things, and then deliberately showed them off to lure my wife to get them, then turned around and reported me to the police! He set me up!"

She spat out a mouthful of phlegm. "By seniority, Zhang Dabiao, you should call me Third Aunt! I'm your father's cousin! What's wrong with me taking some of my own nephew's things? Can that be called stealing? You heartless beast, you actually sent your own Third Aunt to jail! How could the Zhang family produce such a scumbag!"

"Back then, your father was a swindler in the village, pretending to be a fortune teller. He angered the landlord and killed someone before running away! And what happened? The landlord's family came looking for him and killed several members of the Zhang family! My eldest brother's eldest son, only fifteen years old, was beaten to death! All because of that fortune teller, Zhang Banxian!"

Madam Jia beat her chest and stamped her feet, tears streaming down her face, putting on a convincing performance: "Zhang the Fortune Teller is a jinx! Wherever he goes, bad luck follows! He owes the Zhang family several lives! He's a bastard who wouldn't even dare to enter the ancestral grave after death! And now, his son is even more wicked, only harming his own family! Old Jia, you come up here and judge this! Take this father and son, who owe lives and refuse to pay, down there! Make them kowtow and confess their sins to the wronged souls of the Zhang family!"

Every word was like a red-hot branding iron, searing into Zhang Dabiao's heart. His father's past as "Zhang the Fortune Teller," the family feuds, the blood debts and lives lost—it was a tangled web of human suffering. Now, Jia Zhangshi was tearing it open, smearing it, and trampling it under her thumb in the most vicious way, right before everyone in the courtyard…

but--

These things have been exposed long ago; everyone in the compound knows about them. It's not some huge, earth-shattering secret.

Madam Jia assumed that no one knew, and the people in the courtyard thought that the Jia family had already told Madam Jia when they visited, so they didn't know that Madam Jia didn't know that they already knew.

Seeing that Jia Zhangshi's words were becoming increasingly outrageous, even bringing up old grievances and murder cases, Yi Zhonghai feared that angering Zhang Dabiao would make things spiral out of control. He quickly stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Jia Zhangshi! Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting about feudal superstition! Get up and go back!"

"I'm talking nonsense?" Jia Zhangshi suddenly turned her head, her swollen eyes glaring at Yi Zhonghai. "Yi Zhonghai, what are you so guilty about, that short-lived Zhang Banxian? Are you afraid I'll expose all your dirty secrets? Let me tell you, Old Jia is watching from heaven! None of you will escape! Old Jia—!"

The moment she uttered her second "Old Jia"...

Zhang Dabiao suddenly pounced out of the corridor!

I can't take it anymore!

Whether it was due to the influence of his predecessor or for some other reason, Zhang Dabiao simply couldn't stand it and took action directly!

He moved so fast he was a blur, leaping across in a few strides, and to everyone's astonishment, grabbed Jia Zhangshi with one hand—

Snap snap snap snap snap—

The slaps were so fast they left afterimages; he grabbed her by the collar and slapped her repeatedly while shouting rapidly—

"Marigobi Marigobi Marigobi Marigobi!"

First Blood!

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned. Zhang Dabiao acted too quickly, and before anyone could react, two or three large yellow teeth flew out of Jia Zhangshi's mouth.

"Zhang Dabiao, you son of a bitch!"

Jia Dongxu's eyes turned red, and he charged forward with a clenched fist, only to be kicked back by Zhang Dabiao. The attack was swift and the attack was swift. He was kicked to the ground with a thud, curled up in pain, and could no longer stand up.

——Double Kill!——

Seven-year-old Banggeng, who had been peeking from behind the door, trembled with fear when he saw his father being beaten. Remembering that he had been disciplined by Zhang Dabiao before, he quickly shrank back and refused to come out.

Dad and Grandma both got beaten up, what's he doing going out there? Looking for a beating?

"Dongxu!" Qin Huairu cried out and rushed over to help Jia Dongxu up.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dabiao continued to curse and smoke Jia Zhangshi.

When Yi Zhonghai saw this scene, especially when his godson Jia Dongxu was knocked down, he rushed forward without saying a word: "Zhang Dabiao! You are too arrogant!" He tried to hug Zhang Dabiao from behind.

The result was the same: he was kicked over.

—Triple Kill!—

Sha Zhu, Liu Pangpang, Liu Guangqi, and the others quickly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Dabiao's arm. Zhang Dabiao was in a killing frenzy!

If he keeps hitting her like this, Jia Zhangshi will be beaten to death.

Sha Zhu was tempted to intervene, but after thinking about it, he decided against it...

"Da Biao, calm down!"

"Da Biao, stop hitting him! Someone's going to die if you keep going!"

"Zhang Dabiao, that's enough!"

"..."

The three women came over and persuaded Zhang Dabiao to stop. Only then did he throw Jia Zhangshi, whose head had been whipped into a pig's head, out and spit on her.

"You old bastard, you son of a bitch, how dare you insult my father?!"

"If my dad hadn't introduced you to Lao Jia, you'd still be farming in the countryside!"

"If you utter another damn foul word, I'll send you down to see Old Jia!"

He didn't know why he was so furious, but he was angry anyway. After all, Zhang Banxian was his nominal father who had raised his predecessor for so many years. If it weren't for Zhang Banxian's actions, he wouldn't have come to this era and wouldn't have been able to live a second life.

He had been kind to me, and he had also fulfilled his role as a good father to his predecessor.

So if you insult me, I'll just talk back, but if you insult my father—

That's unacceptable!

I'll knock all your teeth out!

Madam Jia was completely dazed; her face was swollen like a pig's head, and she lay on the ground, still in a daze—[Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?]

[I think I got beaten up by that little bastard Zhang Dabiao?]

Dozens of slaps?

I'm innocent!

Then, Jia Zhangshi burst into tears—tears?!

Did Jia Zhangshi cry after being beaten by a young man?

This is truly a rare occurrence!

"Zhang Dabiao, you beat an old man! Have you lost all sense of law and order?!"