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Just as the crisis reached a tipping point, the door that Meng Changhe had tightly secured shattered with a bang, and the remnants of the door panel fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
At the same time, the demonic hand that Meng Changhe had stretched out was suddenly gripped by a large hand, its five fingers sinking deep into the flesh like steel hooks.
Stimulated by the sharp pain, Meng Changhe let out a wail of agony. Then, like a sack of cotton, he was thrown out, smashing the carefully prepared table of food and drink to pieces, and plates and bowls scattered all over the floor.
Enduring the severe pain, Meng Changhe managed to get up, intending to see what had happened, but the dark figure had already appeared before him, a fist the size of a sandbag raised high, then hammered down hard onto his eye.
The body that had just managed to rise was smashed to the ground once again.
"Who? Who the fuck hit me? Do you know who I am? I'm the village chief, have you grown tired of living?"
Meng Changhe was holding back a bellyful of anger. Just as he was about to achieve his desire and taste that supreme pleasure, Cheng Yaojin burst onto the scene unexpectedly. What pissed him off even more was that after getting beaten to this state, he still had no idea who his assailant was.
Meng Changhe tried to get up and fight back, but his body felt as though all his bones were broken, and the pain was so intense he didn't even dare to take a deep breath.
"Dammit, who the hell is he cursing? I'm the village chief..."
The more Meng Changhe shouted, the more vigorous the fists pounding him became, as if they wouldn't be satisfied until they had beaten him to death.
Zhang Xiaobei, in a rage, swung his huge fists like an angry male lion.
Dragons have reverse scales, touch them and you die. Phoenixes have delicate necks, offend them and you perish.
In this world, He Xiaoya was his reverse scale, his delicate neck. Those who offended her would die.
It didn't matter whether it was just some minor village chief. Even if the King of Hell himself were to appear, he would not hesitate to pluck a few whiskers from him at all costs.
Meng Changhe hugged his head with both hands, clamped his legs over his vital parts, and curled up into a ball, but he still couldn't withstand the relentless blows.
Through the gaps, he finally saw who was beating him.
How could it be him? Wasn't he taken away by the police? How did he come back so quickly?
"Kid. Your mom... I..." Meng Changhe had just started to hurl insults but quickly swallowed his words back down.
He saw that Zhang Xiaobei's eyes were bloodshot, the corners were split and dripping with blood, making him look extraordinarily ferocious, no less than a devil that had crawled out of hell.
He was truly afraid that if he cursed out loud, the youth would kill him in a fit of rage.
"Xiaobei, listen to me, you've misunderstood Uncle Meng. What you saw was not the truth. Stop hitting me, or you'll beat me to death..."
Zhang Xiaobei gave a cold laugh, reached out, and grabbed Meng Changhe by the neck, yanking him off the ground.
"Misunderstood?"
"Yes, just a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding," Zhang Xiaobei said as he waved his left hand, slapping Meng Changhe back and forth, making his nose and mouth bleed, his screams unceasing. "Then explain it to me, how is this a misunderstanding!"
"..." Meng Changhe stuttered for a long time without being able to utter a word. He truly didn't know how to defend his actions just moments before. "Zhang Xiaobei, don't be foolish. You've invaded a home and inflicted injury; you've already violated the law. Do you understand that? If I wish, you are as good as dead."
"The law? I am the law."
"Zhang Xiaobei, you've lost your mind. Don't forget, I am the village chief."
Upon hearing the words 'village chief,' Zhang Xiaobei laughed.
"Village chief? What kind of village chief are you? Taking advantage of others' misfortune, threatening decent women, abusing power to oppress the common people, conspiring with your nephew to commit countless shameful acts. Speak!"
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"You... you..." Meng Changhe was left speechless by Zhang Xiaobei's questioning, "What right do you have to say that about me, do you have evidence?"
"Evidence? This is the best evidence!" Zhang Xiaobei said, and with that, he threw another punch right at Meng Changhe's nasal bone.
Since everything had happened so suddenly, from the start until now, it had been less than half a minute.
In that half a minute, He Xiaoya didn't even know what exactly had happened. By the time she slowly opened her eyes, Meng Changhe had been beaten by Zhang Xiaobei beyond recognition, looking almost like a blood-soaked gourd.
Especially when she saw Zhang Xiaobei's silhouette, she hardly dared to believe her own eyes.
Could it be that she was dreaming?
"Xia... Xiaobei." He Xiaoya's voice was very soft, afraid that any louder would wake her from this dream.
Her call managed to bring back a sliver of sanity to the crazed Zhang Xiaobei.
"Sister-in-law."
In the moment he turned around, the bloodshot in Zhang Xiaobei's eyes and the fresh blood at the corners startled He Xiaoya, who disregarded everything to rush in front of him, cupping his face with her hands.
"Xia... Xiaobei, what's... what's happened to your eyes, how... how could this be?"
"It's nothing, sister-in-law, it'll be fine in a bit. This beast was disrespectful towards you. How do you plan to deal with him?" Zhang Xiaobei asked, pointing at Meng Changhe curled up in the corner.
Recalling Meng Changhe's actions filled He Xiaoya with a seething rage. If Zhang Xiaobei hadn't arrived in time, her honor would have been destroyed by his hands.
Then, the only path left for her would have been death. Just the thought of it filled her with dread.
"Just don't kill him!"
Upon hearing this, Meng Changhe's heart ached incessantly. He had intended to have He Xiaoya plead for mercy on his behalf, but he hadn't expected this woman to be so ruthless.
What did "just don't kill him" mean? It meant leaving him with just a breath of life.
Meng Changhe regretted his actions; had he known this would be the outcome, he would have been better off handing the woman over to the useless Meng Qingdong.
Alas! It was his own damn fault for being possessed by a moment of greed for beauty. But now it was too late for regrets.
"Xiaoya, no, big sister, it's all my fault. Please have mercy, any more beating and I'll die..."
No matter how much Meng Changhe begged, the rage in He Xiaoya's eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Watching Zhang Xiaobei approach again, Meng Changhe's pleas were unsuccessful, and he became both frustrated and embarrassed.
"You two adulterous..."
Before he could finish, Zhang Xiaobei kicked him hard in the stomach, cutting off his angry curses. At the same time, a vile mixture of blood and other substances sprayed from his mouth...
Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaobei slowly got up.
"Meng Changhe, remember this, if you or Meng Qingdong dare to have any improper thoughts about He Xiaoya, I swear I'll slaughter you," Zhang Xiaobei's domineering stance made Meng Changhe's heart tremble with fear, yet he couldn't stomach the thought of being shat on by such a wretched scoundrel like him. A nameless rage began to rise rapidly from the bottom of his heart.
If he could not match him in strength, then he'd outwit him. He shouldn't forget, he was the village chief of Ji Xian Village; here, he was the law.
You little bastard, just wait and see!