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

"And your sister, give her a good beating too."

Zhang Jirong gave the order to Da Hu, licking his lips:

"But be careful not to break her legs. This little slut is getting prettier and prettier. I'd like to try doing it with my feet..."

Da Hu slurped his saliva, muttering "Cripple him, then play with Tong Tong," and pounced on Bai Li like a bear without reason.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qian's fear, still lingering from Bai Li's slap, transformed into rage.

She stopped backing away, turned around, and grabbed the broom leaning against the shoe rack.

"You beast!!"

Zhang Qian cursed aloud and charged towards Zhang Jirong.

The aunt was terrified by the scene. She slapped her thigh and lunged forward, trying to shield the two of them.

"No! Qianqian, you and Xiaobai, run!" Auntie shouted urgently.

"That big guy is a killer! Run!"

Bai Li was faster than her.

He pulled his aunt behind him, pushed off with his right foot, and charged towards the tiger.

"Damn it, being born an idiot is bad enough, but then you have to do bad things too?"

Big Tiger swung his fist, as big as a sandbag, and smashed it down with a whooshing sound.

Bai Li didn't even turn his head; he raised his left hand and grabbed Da Hu's wrist.

Using the momentum of the opponent's forward movement, he exerted force from his waist and threw his right fist from bottom to top, directly hitting Da Hu's fleshy face.

Click.

The crisp sound of Da Hu's nose bone breaking echoed in the living room.

Before Da Hu could even howl, Bai Li kicked him in the knee.

The massive body lost its balance and fell to its knees.

Bai Li didn't stop. He grabbed Da Hu by the back of his collar, pulled him down, and then raised his knee to strike Da Hu's chin.

Big Tiger's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, blood bubbles coming out of his mouth.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

After resolving this problem, Bai Li turned to look at the battlefield on Zhang Qian's side, worried that she might suffer a loss.

Zhang Qian was holding the broom handle with both hands and chasing after Zhang Jirong.

Zhang Jirong had a history of heavy drinking and smoking in his early years, which had ruined his health. He was unsteady on his feet and usually bullied underage children and ordinary women.

Now, facing the enraged Zhang Qian, he is completely powerless to fight back.

Zhang Qian swung her broom at Zhang Jirong's shoulder, and the broom head broke off instantly.

"Ah!" Zhang Jirong screamed, clutching his shoulder and dodging backward.

Zhang Qian gave him no chance to breathe.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes red-rimmed, and the broken wooden handle in her hand rained down on Zhang Jirong's arms and legs.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Every insult is a heavy blow.

Zhang Qian poured all the resentment and helplessness she had accumulated since childhood into this wooden stick.

She fought without any strategy, just beating people to death.

Zhang Jirong covered his head and tried to run towards the door, but Zhang Qian kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall flat on his face.

My aunt stood by the wall, stunned.

In her heart, there was Zhang Jirong, a demon who committed all sorts of evil deeds, and Da Hu, a fool who would fight anyone without regard for his life.

In just a short while, they all collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

Especially Zhang Qian, the little girl who used to only be able to protect herself with a kitchen knife and eventually ran away from home, has now actually beaten this bully to a pulp.

"Stop...stop hitting me..."

Zhang Jirong rolled on the ground, the wooden handle striking his back, leaving bloody welts.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and tried to get closer to her.

"Qianqian, I'm your stepfather!"

Zhang Jirong covered his head, his voice shrill:

"I took care of you for a few years, after all!"

These words not only failed to stop Zhang Qian, but instead made her even angrier.

"I don't have a beastly stepfather like you!"

Zhang Qian raised the wooden handle and slammed it down hard on his back:

"Go to hell! You scum deserve to go to hell!"

Bai Li stood by and watched, without interfering.

Zhang Qian herself has to do this to remove the thorn in her heart.

Zhang Jirong's wailing on the ground grew weaker and weaker, his clothes were torn in several places, and blood was seeping from his skin.

Bai Li only spoke up to stop Zhang Jirong when he started rolling his eyes and didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

"Qianqian, stop for a moment."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qian stopped mid-air with the wooden handle she had been holding high.

She was panting heavily when the wooden handle in her hand clattered to the floor.

She turned around, her blue hair plastered to her cheeks with sweat, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Big brother..."

She rushed over and threw herself into Bai Li's arms.

"I did it."

Zhang Qian hugged Bai Li's waist, buried her face in his chest, and choked up:

"I finally dared to hit him..."

Bai Li reached out and ruffled her blue hair, then took her hand in his.

"Well done, Qianqian is the best."

Zhang Jirong lay on the ground, panting heavily.

He laboriously turned his head to look at the tiger lying motionless on the ground not far away.

Despite his nearly 200-pound physique, Da Hu was taken down in just a few moves.

He swallowed a mouthful of blood, then turned his gaze back to Bai Li, filled with fear.

"How...how is this possible..."

Who exactly is this kid? Even if Lu Bu were alive, he wouldn't be this good!

He began to regret why he had insisted on coming to cause trouble today.

Bai Li patted Zhang Qian on the back and then let go.

He led Zhang Qian by the hand, stepping over the mess on the ground, and walked step by step to Zhang Jirong.

"You just... mentioned Tongtong, didn't you?"

Zhang Jirong flinched and moved back two inches.

Bai Li's eyes were emotionless, and her voice was very soft:

"That's exactly what I was going to ask."

"What...did you do to Tongtong?"

Upon hearing this, a look of panic flashed in Zhang Jirong's eyes.

"No... I didn't do anything..." Zhang Jirong stammered, trying to deny it.

"I was just teasing Da Hu with her, I didn't do anything!"

Bai Li was too lazy to listen to such nonsense.

He released Zhang Qian's hand, bent down, and reached out with his right hand to grab Zhang Jirong's neck.

With a burst of strength in his arm, Bai Li lifted Zhang Jirong off the ground with one hand.

Zhang Jirong's toes left the ground, and he fluttered in mid-air.

He grabbed Bai Li's wrists with both hands, trying to pry open those iron-like hands, but Bai Li didn't budge.

"Not going to tell?"

Bai Li looked up at him, her voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Then I'll strangle you right here."

Zhang Jirong's struggles became weaker and weaker, his vision began to darken, and his tongue began to stick out uncontrollably.

He knew very well that the man in front of him would really kill him without any hesitation.

With his last ounce of strength, he turned his head, pointed at his aunt, and forced out a sound from deep in his throat:

"Sister-in-law..."

"Explain yourself quickly..."