Zhulan, hearing the noise outside, pursed her lips, "Zhang Datie's family has come; I'll handle it. The Zhu family is a lost cause, incapable of reason."
Zhou Shuren, well aware of his own lack of martial prowess, was still concerned even though he knew Zhulan was much better, "Be careful not to get hurt, too."
"Mm-hmm, don't worry."
Zhulan went out and casually picked up a stick from the door, as thick as a grown man's arm. Seeing someone from the Zhu family scratching and clawing at Elder Zhou, her anger shot to the roof. She had developed a sense of belonging to the Zhou family and instinctively protected her own. Wielding the stick, she swung, hitting Mrs. Zhu on her buttocks with a thud that was not just loud but exceptionally painful.
With a shriek, Mrs. Zhu jumped up in pain and before she could start making a scene, the second blow landed.
