Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

The Huang family was awakened by Xie Shuzhen's shout. In their fear, they immediately reacted and rushed forward to stop Chen Jianshe.

Startled, Chen Jianshe turned and ran.

Upon seeing this, Chen Sanqi quickly ran over, his mountain-like frame blocking the doorway, preventing anyone from passing.

In a moment of desperation, Huang Xumin punched Chen Sanqi on the head.

Chen Sanqi was stunned by the beating and swayed, but was pulled over by Chen Deshun.

Chen Deshun whispered a few words in his ear, and Chen Sanqi understood. Following his second brother's example, he also fell straight to the ground.

Chen Deshun immediately chased after him, ready to help the third brother.

The third son is the most crucial part of the plan; the Huang family absolutely cannot be allowed to stay.

To resolve this matter properly, we must report it to the police.

He wasn't familiar with the neighborhood committee and didn't know the situation. What if he ran into someone who would try to smooth things over and drag things out until tonight? Who knew what the situation would be like tomorrow?

Therefore, the police must be dispatched to handle the situation on the spot!

Outside the courtyard.

The third son ran while shouting, "The Huang family has killed someone! Go report it to the police!"

"Anyone who dares to report this to the police, I'll kill him!"

The Huang family members who chased after them roared angrily.

Seeing that someone had died, the onlookers knew that the matter was likely to escalate and that he might be shot, so they all made way for Chen Jianshe to pass quickly.

It wasn't so easy for the Huang family to catch up. Many people secretly tripped them up, and it took them quite a while to finally get them out of the alley.

In the Huang family courtyard, only a few women and children remained, standing there dumbfounded, staring at the two "corpses" lying on the ground, at a loss for what to do.

Chen Deshun was a little worried about the third son, but he couldn't leave because he had to stay and watch over the second and fourth sons to prevent any accidents from happening.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he approached a young man who was watching, took out a banknote from his pocket, and stuffed it into his hand: "Young man, could you please run a errand for me and report this to the police?"

The man immediately spotted the steelworker's image on the banknote—five yuan! That was worth several days' wages for him!

Without saying a word, he took the money and turned to squeeze out of the crowd.

This spectacle is best ignored!

Not long after they left, a commotion arose from behind the crowd.

"Make way, make way! The director is coming!" someone shouted from the front.

The crowd of onlookers parted like Moses parting the sea, automatically creating a passage.

Huang's eldest daughter-in-law and Chen Limei exchanged a glance, a hint of relief flashing across their faces, and quickly stepped aside.

A middle-aged man walked over with a dark expression. He was wearing pajamas and a coat, clearly having been woken up from bed and hadn't had time to put on his clothes.

This person is Director Qian of the neighborhood committee.

Following behind was the deputy director, an assistant specially called by Director Qian.

Director Qian lectured as he walked, his official tone dripping with bureaucracy: "Look at this! What kind of scene is this? The entire nation is focused on development, ramping up production and construction everywhere, a truly vibrant scene! And you, instead of sleeping, are fighting like madmen! What, are you setting up a martial arts arena here? If everyone acted like you, what would become of social order?"

The deputy director next to him immediately nodded in agreement: "That's right! Our leaders are calling for the construction of socialist spiritual civilization, urging us to be civilized, polite, orderly, and moral! But what have you done? Staying up in the middle of the night, engaging in a brawl! You've disgraced yourselves, and even more so, our neighborhood! Everyone involved in this incident must deeply reflect on their actions!"

A well-meaning bystander whispered a reminder: "Director, the one fighting is the Huang family..."

Director Qian seemed not to hear, though he knew, of course, that it was the Huang family, and he was deliberately making sure everyone present could hear.

People are prone to causing trouble when they get together, so he needs to take the initiative and calm the situation before he can handle the rest of the matter.

"This is utterly lawless!" Director Qian exclaimed angrily. "Don't they know what era we live in? This is a crucial period for our prosperity! Neighbors should be like family, united and loving. What kind of nonsense is this, fighting all the time?"

After a barrage of reprimands, the man arrived at the Huang family's door.

Director Qian stopped and began searching for the person in charge of the Huang family in the crowd. His gaze quickly fell on the eldest daughter-in-law of the Huang family. He frowned, walked over, and said sternly, "Where are your parents-in-law? Where did they go? If you don't explain this clearly today and make a deep self-criticism and reflection, I will report it all to your unit and I will not let you off lightly!"

He was extremely annoyed. The Huang family, those troublemakers, hadn't been quiet for long before starting to cause trouble again. He had to teach them a lesson today, or they would really think that the neighborhood committee was run by them and only concerned with dealing with their own messes.

Chen Deshun stood not far away, watching coldly.

His first impression of Director Qian was not good.

Instead of understanding the situation first, he spouts a bunch of nonsense without distinguishing right from wrong, putting on airs like an official, as if he's afraid others won't know how politically conscious he is.

If they were truly enlightened, how could the Huang family have been so arrogant in this area for so long? It seems there must be some connections or interests involved.

Just as Chen Deshun was about to speak, the old man standing next to Director Qian couldn't stand it anymore. He reached out and patted Chen's arm, pointing to the Huang family's courtyard: "Little Qian, stop scolding! Hurry up and go see what's going on. They say someone has died!"

"What?!"

Director Qian and the deputy director next to him trembled with fright, their eyes instantly turning red, their official demeanor vanishing and replaced by expressions of terror.

Fighting and causing death are two completely different concepts!

Didn't they say before we came that the fight had just started?

He rushed over without even having time to put on his clothes, how could he have scratched someone to death?!

Director Qian felt his calves trembling, his mind went blank, and he couldn't care less about giving any more lectures. He rushed into the Huang family's courtyard.

When he saw the two people lying side by side on the ground, with a lot of blood on their bodies, he was completely stunned. He felt dizzy and almost collapsed.

Before coming here, I considered a million possibilities, but I never imagined that the Huang family, these scoundrels, would dare to kill someone!

It's over! It's completely over!

If it were something else, he could mediate and resolve it, turning a major issue into a minor one, and a minor one into nothing, leaving room for maneuver.

But now that the person is gone, and there are so many eyes watching, it's impossible to suppress this matter!

The Huang family will probably have to eat peanuts!

As the director of the neighborhood committee, he also bears a great deal of responsibility!

Just as Director Qian was pondering what to do, Chen Deshun walked into the courtyard and said urgently, "I am their father. They're not dead, but both are seriously injured and unconscious. Could you arrange for someone to help get them to the hospital?"

"Not...not dead?"

Director Qian breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing.

The light was dim just now, and seeing so much blood terrified him so much that he didn't dare to look closely, and didn't even check his breathing.

As long as people are alive, everything is fine!

His expression softened, his earlier panic vanished, and he immediately regained his commanding presence, shouting at the top of his lungs, "What are you all standing around for? Quick! Get a tricycle ready! Take him to the hospital first!"