Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

He let out a beastly roar, his fist, as large as a sand bowl, brimming with all his strength and boundless rage.

Like a cannonball, it tore through the air, bringing with it a gust of wind, and slammed towards He Yuanchao's face! If this punch landed, it would definitely break his nose!

"Zhu Zi! Stop!" Yi Zhonghai's expression changed drastically as he finally realized that things were completely out of control! He instinctively tried to rush forward and grab Sha Zhu.

Yan Bugui was so frightened that he cried out "Oh my god!" and tried to crawl under the table while covering his head!

However, when faced with this violent punch, He Yuanchao's eyes were frighteningly calm and cold, and a disdainful smile even appeared on his lips.

The countless hours of practice and refinement of Ip Man's Wing Chun have long been ingrained in his very being!

Just as Sha Zhu's fist was less than half a foot away from his nose!

He Yuanchao has made his move!

Fast! As fast as a ghost! Faster than anyone could see!

He leaned back and dodged to the side with his waist as the axis, his movement was minimal but precise, allowing Sha Zhu's powerful punch to whistle past his nose!

At the same time, his right hand, which was hanging by his side, suddenly rose up, his five fingers like hooks, and instantly grabbed the outside of Sha Zhu's wrist, which was slightly exposed due to his full-force punch!

Wing Chun - Clapping and Grappling!

He Yuanchao's hand was like an iron clamp, gripping Sha Zhu's wrist the instant he seized it. His feet slid like a fish, his body leaning forward, his right shoulder slamming into Sha Zhu's wide-open armpit as he lunged forward! At the same time, his right hand, which was holding Sha Zhu's wrist, twisted and pulled with the force of the movement!

Wing Chun - Shoulder Strike - Grappling and Throwing!

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, happening in the blink of an eye!

"Ugh—!"

Sha Zhu felt an overwhelming force, completely irresistible, surge from his wrist and armpit simultaneously. He instantly lost his balance, propelled forward by a cleverly applied force! And his full-force punch...

Because of He Yuanchao's ghostly sidestep and grappling throw, he lost his target and his momentum did not decrease. He actually smashed straight into Yi Zhonghai's face, who had just rushed to his side to try to break up the fight!

Yi Zhonghai had no idea this would happen. He rushed in too quickly and had no time to react!

boom! ! !

A muffled thud! Accompanied by a piercing scream!

"Awooo—!!!"

Yi Zhonghai covered his face, staggered back several steps, and finally fell to the ground with a "plop"!

He felt stars flashing before his eyes, a piercing pain shot through his nasal bridge, and warm liquid gushed out instantly!

When I looked down, my hands were covered in blood!

His left eye swelled up instantly, leaving only a slit, and was covered in bruises, looking exactly like a freshly baked panda eye!

As for Sha Zhu, after knocking Yi Zhonghai down, he also lost his balance due to the huge inertia and He Yuanchao's gentle push on his lower back. Like a drunkard, he staggered forward several steps and finally crashed hard into the mud wall covered with old newspapers in He Yuanchao's house!

Boom! ! !

An even louder thud!

Sha Zhu was so dizzy from the impact that he saw stars. A large bump instantly appeared on his forehead. His body went limp and slid down the wall to the ground, where he lay there, unable to breathe for a long time, only able to groan in pain.

quiet!

Deathly silence!

The entire courtyard house seemed to have been put on pause!

Everyone was petrified!

His mouth was so wide open you could fit an egg in it! His eyes were bulging like saucers!

I stared in disbelief at this revolutionary scene before me!

Siheyuan's War God, Silly Pillar... was taken down in one move?!

The highly respected old man Yi Zhonghai... got punched in the eye by Sha Zhu and is now sitting on the ground with his face covered in blood?!

The instigator, He Yuanchao, remained calm and composed, his clothes perfectly intact! He even leisurely brushed off a bit of dust that might have gotten on his sleeve when he captured Sha Zhu!

How...how is this possible?!

He Yuanchao?! The He Yuanchao who used to be quiet and reserved in the yard, hardworking in the factory, and even looked a bit thin?! When did he become so good at fighting?!

Even Sha Zhu looks like a three-year-old child in front of him?!

The immense shock and fear instantly gripped everyone's hearts!

Looking into He Yuanchao's terrifyingly calm eyes, a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head!

"Ouch! Someone's been killed! He Yuanchao has killed someone!"

Jia Zhangshi was the first to react. She looked at Sha Zhu, who was groaning on the ground, and Yi Zhonghai, whose face was covered in blood.

Far from being afraid, he seemed to have seized upon a huge incriminating evidence, slapping his thigh and letting out an even more shrill and piercing wail, his voice cutting through the sky: "This is outrageous! Committing a crime in broad daylight! Help! Someone, please help me!"

"Sha Zhu and Lao Yi were beaten to death by that heartless bastard He Yuanchao! Report it to the authorities quickly! Arrest him and execute him!"

As she howled, she glared viciously at He Yuanchao with her triangular eyes, filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Second Uncle Liu Haizhong was also stunned by this sudden change, and only came to his senses when he heard Jia Zhangshi's howl.

Looking at the disheveled Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu on the ground, and then at He Yuanchao standing calmly at the door, a hint of fear flashed across his fat face, but it was quickly replaced by a twisted excitement!

Yi Zhonghai is down! Sha Zhu is crippled!

In this courtyard, it's his second uncle's turn to take charge! This is a great opportunity to show off!

"Rebellion! Outrageous!"

Liu Haizhong puffed out his belly, trying to project an authoritative official air, and pointed at He Yuanchao, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "He Yuanchao! You...you actually dared to beat up your neighbor and seriously injure an old man! This is utterly lawless! A heinous crime! I...I'll go report this to the neighborhood committee right now! I'll have Director Wang deal with you! You'll be going to jail!"

He shouted, his voice trembling with fear, while simultaneously gesturing to the terrified Xu Damao and the others beside him: "What are you all standing there for? Quick! Go help Grandpa and Zhuzi! Damao! You're fast! Hurry to the neighborhood office! Get Director Wang here! Tell them there's been a serious assault in our compound! Someone's going to die!"

Xu Damao was also quite frightened by He Yuanchao's thunderous methods. Upon hearing Liu Haizhong's words, he felt as if he had been granted a pardon. How could he dare to linger in front of this ruthless star? He replied, "Yes! I'll go right now!" and turned around, darting out of the yard like a rabbit, running wildly towards the direction of the street office.

The courtyard was in chaos again.

Several people rushed to help Yi Zhonghai, who was still bleeding from his nose and groaning while covering his eyes.

Someone tried to help Sha Zhu, who was dizzy and disoriented from the impact, and whose bones felt like they were falling apart.

Many more people stood at a distance, pointing and whispering, their gazes towards He Yuanchao filled with suspicion and deep apprehension.

Yan Bugui hid behind the table, watching the chaotic scene unfold. Then he looked at He Yuanchao, who remained as steady as a mountain, even with a cold smile on his lips. He felt a mix of shock, fear, and... a little bit of secret pleasure!

This old man has completely lost his temper! His prestige has been utterly destroyed!

If He Yuanchao really got into trouble with the neighborhood committee... then what about Yan Bugui in this courtyard...? He dared not think any further, but his heart was beating faster involuntarily.

He Yuanchao remained oblivious to all this chaos.

He didn't even glance at the two unfortunate men on the ground.

He slowly walked back to the table, picked up the opened bottle of Moutai, poured himself a bowl, and then poured some more into the bowl of Yan Bugui, who was terrified and pale.

"Uncle, keep drinking." He Yuanchao picked up his bowl, his tone as calm as if nothing had happened. "Don't let a few flies spoil our drinking mood."

Yan Bugui looked at the amber-colored liquid in the bowl, then at the mess at the door, and then at He Yuanchao's unfathomable eyes. He swallowed hard.

His hands trembled as he picked up the bowl, wanting to drink but feeling it wasn't the right time; if he didn't drink, he was afraid of offending He Yuanchao.

Finally, under He Yuanchao's calm gaze, he steeled himself, closed his eyes, and took a big gulp! The spicy liquor went down his throat, as if giving him a glimmer of courage.

He Yuanchao, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, picked up his chopsticks again, took a piece of meat, and savored it carefully.

His posture suggested that all the noise, wailing, anger, and fear outside the door were merely a farce to add background noise to his banquet.

Time slipped away amidst chaos and oppression.

Not long after, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps approached from afar.

"Make way! Make way, everyone! Director Wang is here!"

Xu Damao's shrill voice rang out at the courtyard gate.