Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Zhang Qian took two steps back.

The usually fearless and spirited young woman, who dared to take the lead in fights, didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.

The psychological trauma from childhood launched a full-scale counterattack the moment the door opened.

The aunt, suppressing her fear, turned around, ran to the door of the second bedroom, and locked it from the outside.

He then pulled out the key and, trembling, stuffed it into his pocket.

Bai Li observed the reactions of the two people.

[Zhang Qian is usually so arrogant in the villa; she even dared to confront An Yaoyao when she pulled out the stun gun. But now she's trembling like this.]

I have to trample that bastard under my feet in front of her to remove the thorn in her heart.

[And judging from the way Auntie is acting, the injuries on Tongtong's arms are probably related to him too.]

Bai Li cheered up.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Qian's face, and then looking at his aunt who was blocking the doorway.

"Don't be afraid."

Bai Li took a step forward, standing in front of Zhang Qian, "I'm here."

Looking at that figure from behind, so tall and with such reassuring words, Zhang Qian's wildly beating heart slowly calmed down.

At the same time, the security door opened.

Two men walked in, one after the other.

The man walking in front was about 1.73 meters tall, with very low-set eye bags and extremely dark circles under his eyes.

He walked with unsteady steps, reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke, looking like a scumbag whose very essence had been emptied by tobacco and alcohol.

Zhang Qian mustered her courage and whispered:

"He's that beast, Zhang Jirong."

Following behind Zhang Jirong was a tall, clumsy man who was 1.8 meters tall.

Broad shoulders and thick waist, staring eyes, and a half-open mouth—a classic case of Down syndrome.

Zhang Qian continued to explain for Bai Li:

"His name is Da Hu. He's a Down syndrome child adopted by that beast and used as a thug."

Zhang Jirong walked into the house and immediately fixed his gaze on his aunt:

"Oh ho." He tilted his head and hiccuped. "Is my sister-in-law home?"

"Then why...why won't you open the door for me?"

The aunt was pressed against the door, her hands gripping the keys in her pocket tightly.

"Big...Big Brother..." Auntie stammered, her voice trembling, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Jirong grinned when he heard this.

He was pleased with his aunt's frightened appearance; the feeling of bullying the weak made him feel good.

"What do you want to do here?"

"All the money my second brother earns is with you. We're brothers, his money is my money."

He stretched out his right hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together:

"Give me some, I'll pay you back once I turn over in bed tonight."

After saying this, Zhang Jirong turned his head and began to look around the room.

He squinted, his gaze sweeping over the mountain of gift boxes piled on the coffee table.

Then, he looked at Bai Li, who was standing in the middle of the living room.

Finally, his gaze settled on Zhang Qian, who was hiding behind Bai Li and whose blue hair was visible.

Zhang Jirong was stunned.

He raised his hand and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

After seeing it clearly, he grinned and laughed unrestrainedly.

"Little bitch?"

"She even found a gigolo..."

Snapped!

Zhang Jirong hadn't finished speaking.

Bai Li's large sinus had already struck Zhang Jirong's left cheek squarely.

With the sound, Zhang Jirong spun halfway around on the spot, but before he could even utter a sound, his legs gave way and he collapsed onto the floor.

"What the hell? How dare you talk like that?"

Bai Li looked down at Zhang Jirong on the ground:

"That's fucking ridiculous."

His face was full of disgust, and he chuckled:

"Don't you understand the principle that the closer your hands are to your hands, the further your health is from your body?"

In the past, Bai Li would first observe and find the most hidden flaw in the other person's heart, causing them to break down emotionally and destroy their spirit.

But now, dealing with this kind of scum, he had no intention of letting him run rampant for even a second longer.

It's a complete waste of breath to talk to such a beast.

He wanted to resolve this matter using force he had never used before.

The aunt leaned against the door, covering her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from screaming.

She hadn't expected Bai Li to take action so directly, and so decisively at that.

Zhang Qian also raised her head and peeked out from behind Bai Li.

Looking at her stepfather lying on the ground, the fear in her eyes eased slightly.

The man who brought her endless nightmares is now lying on his back on the ground, like a joke.

Bai Li turned her head and looked at Zhang Qian.

"Qianqian, don't be afraid."

Bai Li raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Jirong on the ground:

"See, he's just a paper tiger, nothing special."

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in Zhang Qian's eyes.

She nodded, released her grip on Bai Liyi's hem, took a small step forward, and straightened her back a little.

Zhang Jirong lay on the floor, his mind a complete mess.

My ears were ringing, and my mouth tasted sweet and metallic.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with teeth.

He braced himself on the floor with his hands and shakily got to his feet.

The alcohol numbed his senses; he didn't even consider how strong Bai Li's slap had been, nor whether his own physique was strong enough to defeat her.

All he can think about now is getting revenge.

Zhang Jirong covered his swollen cheek and glared fiercely at Bai Li.

"You fucking dare hit me?"

Bai Li scoffed, "Don't even mention hitting you, if your grandma came, I'd tie her to a horse."

Bai Li's insults enraged Zhang Jirong. He turned his head and looked at Da Hu, who was standing at the door in a daze.

"Big Tiger!"

"Damn it, have I been feeding you for nothing?"

Da Hu slurped his saliva, staring blankly at Zhang Jirong, completely unaware of what had happened.

Zhang Jirong pointed at Bai Li and jumped up and down shouting:

"Are you just going to watch me get beaten up?"

Da Hu scratched his head, his eyes still staring blankly.

He can only understand the most direct commands; he can't handle these complex instructions.

Zhang Jirong grew anxious. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the door of the second bedroom, which was blocked by his aunt.

"Big Tiger!"

Zhang Jirong lowered his voice, his tone full of seduction, like a child trafficker:

"Do you still want to play with Tongtong?"

Upon hearing the name "Tongtong," Dahu's dull eyes lit up with joy.

"think.."

"Da Hu wants to play with Tong Tong..."

Zhang Jirong, with a smug look on his face, pointed at Bai Li with a sinister expression:

"Then cripple him! Cripple him, and you can go in and play with Tongtong!"