Chapter Thirty-two: The Vengeful Shrew

  In the narrow alleyway.

  A young man wearing a martial arts uniform sat pale-faced in the corner of the wall, pulled out cigarettes for Shiwen Long and himself to light up, silently took two puffs, and slowly relaxed his tightly furrowed brow, as if smoking could alleviate the pain of broken legs and arms.

  "Boss, do you still remember what that old fellow said to that young man named Zhang Yi? He said that almost everyone of us has a case of homicide on their hands, and you have at least ten lives in your hands, all of whom were brutally murdered."

  A glint of light flashed across Shi Wen's eyes as he slowly nodded and said, "That's right, the old man did say that."

  The young man smiled wryly and said, "If it's a massacre of more than ten people, the killing intent on his body can be felt by him, which means he is an ancient martial artist. And he can even feel the faint killing intent on us few, which means he can project his true energy externally, this is a special ability of strong practitioners in the realm of external true energy."

  The stone-patterned dragon slowly loosened its right fist, with a face full of helplessness, and said in a low voice: "Today's events, let's just pretend they never happened. A super strong man with the realm of true energy external release, we can't afford to provoke him. So, we can only admit that we are unlucky."

  The young man asked: "What shall we do next?"

  "Take that useless brother of mine and leave, return to Jingnan City to treat his injuries. Our broken legs and arms must be treated as soon as possible."

  A lane in Shibadong Town.

  Next to a garbage heap with an overwhelming stench, a fat and slovenly woman lay there like a dead dog. Many people had gathered around her, but not one person stepped forward to help her, nor did anyone call for emergency assistance.

  Almost everyone here is a resident of this alley, and they all know this fat woman. They are also extremely disgusted with her in their daily lives.

  The husband of the fat woman is a notorious butcher in Shibei Town, who is known far and near for his brutal and fierce appearance. He has a very bad temper and often hangs out with local thugs and gangsters, making him infamous throughout the town. The villagers nearby live in fear of offending him or his family, lest they suffer dire consequences.

  Among these onlookers, nearly half of them had conflicts with the unreasonable fat couple and had been taken advantage of by them.

  "Karma! This shrew was clearly beaten by someone, now lying here like a dead dog, it's really satisfying. Heaven is just!"

  "Normally, the couple bullies men and tyrannizes women, despicable and shameless, she deserved to be punished. Only, I don't know who did this delightful thing, if I knew, we must invite him for a few drinks."

  "I don't know if she's dead or not, but if she is, then we've got one less troublemaker around here."

  "Good deeds will be rewarded with good fortune, bad deeds will be punished with bad fortune. It's not that there is no retribution, but the time has just arrived."

  "This shrew must have done something to offend heaven and anger people, or else she wouldn't have been beaten..."

  "Serves you right!"

  “……”

  In the distance, at the entrance of the alley, a burly man, about 1.85 meters tall, with a meat cleaver in his right hand and a pork chop in his left, was walking over while humming a popular tune.

  "What's so funny, old and young masters? What's the fun today......"

  When others made way for him with a look of fear, and he saw the scene inside clearly, his words stopped abruptly, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face full of horizontal flesh.

  "What's wrong with you? Wake up... Who hit my wife? Ah? Who the f*** hit my wife? Stand up for me! Which son of a b****?"

  Huang Dama shook his wife vigorously several times, but found no movement. He immediately jumped up, waving the meat cleaver in his hand and loudly scolding the people around him.

  An old man with a cane, white-haired and pale-faced, said with a forced smile: "Cough, cough, Big Ma! I was one of the first to arrive. When we got here, your wife had already fainted on the ground. We don't know who hit her."

  Huang Dama glared at the old man, then turned around and kicked his wife with one foot, kicking her several times in a row before finally waking her up.

  "Mutt... You're going down, pal."

  A dazed and confused fat woman got up, feeling as if someone had kicked her with their foot, and mistakenly thought it was Zhang Yi who had hit her. With blurry vision, she found a wooden stick beside her, grabbed it with one hand, turned around and swung it at Huang Damao.

  The sudden attack made Huang Damao unable to react in time and was hit on the head with a wooden stick.

  "Ah..."

  Huang Dama let out a loud cry, the pork in his hand fell to the ground, and he immediately covered his head. He found that his wife was still going to hit him with a wooden stick, so he quickly threw away the cleaver in his hand, grabbed the stick, and kicked his wife to the ground. He cursed angrily: "You damn woman, why are you hitting me?"

  The fat woman heard a familiar voice, propped herself up with both arms on the ground, turned her head to find that the stick had just hit her husband's head, and suddenly her face became extremely ugly, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks as she cried out and scrambled to her feet:

  "You damned bastard, where did you run off to? Some little beast... he smashed our family's big yellow dog and knocked me out."

  Huang Dama's eyes were wide open, bigger than a copper bell. He bent down to pick up the meat cleaver on the ground, waving it around while furiously shouting: "Who is that little bastard? He's asking for trouble, daring to hit my wife? Is he tired of living?"

  The fat woman was stunned, and she suddenly realized that she didn't even know who the person was that hit her.

  "I..."

  She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

  It was just that stifling feeling that made her furious and **swell up with anger.

  "Is it wet?"

  In the crowd around him, a young man with a pointed chin and monkey-like cheeks stared at the fat woman's crotch, his face turning dull and numb, muttering to himself.

  A middle-aged man beside him looked puzzled and asked: "What got wet?"

  A young man with a pointed mouth and swollen cheeks subconsciously raised his hand and slapped the lower body of a fat woman.

  Many people around heard the voice of the young man with a pointed mouth and that middle-aged man, and looked in the direction where the young man was pointing, suddenly there was a commotion.

  "Did I... wet my pants?"

  Huang Damao also discovered the abnormality around him, following their line of sight. When he saw his wife's wet pants, his face suddenly turned bright red.

  "Get out... all of you get out, or I'll kill you if you don't."

  The fat woman felt a chill in her lower body, looked down and saw that her excess flesh was trembling all over, she couldn't catch her breath, suddenly choked and fainted, rolling her eyes back and collapsing to the ground.

  As the onlookers dispersed, Huang Damao viciously slapped the fat woman several times, reviving her. He then grabbed her collar and furiously shouted: "Tell me, who hit you? I'll go skin him alive."

  The fat woman wiped away her tears and shook her head, saying: "I don't know that person, I..."

  Suddenly, she thought of a possibility and struggled free from Huang Dabao's grasp. She shouted loudly: "There is still a little rabbit, that little rabbit was bitten by Da Huang Er Huang, they must have gone to the hospital."

  Huang Damao grasped the meat cleaver and turned around to head to the town hospital to find someone.

  The fat woman shouted: "Wait for me."

  Huang Dama suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the fat woman behind him, not paying attention, bumped into Huang Dama with a thud. Her plump body had good elasticity, causing her to bounce back and land on her buttocks on the ground.

  "You shameless stinking hag, go home and change your pants!" Huang Dama bellowed with a few parts of hysteria.

  The backyard of Old Wang's tavern was filled with the fragrance of wine.

  Li Dajiang walked out of the bathroom with red eyes, behind him was a boy who was pulling his head down, with a fearful color, carefully following behind.

  Seeing Zhang Yi standing in the yard, Li Dajiang hastily said: "Zhang Yi, quickly take him to the medical hall, this child... is seriously injured."

  Zhang Yi said: "I'll take him over right away, you tell the kitchen to keep some food for him."

  Li Dajiang nodded heavily and strode towards one of the houses.

  Zhang Yi waved his hand at the boy and asked in a low voice, "Are you all clean now?"

  The boy hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "I washed a little bit, there are many places on me that can't get wet."

  Zhang Yi understood what he was saying, those wounds were indeed not suitable for getting wet.

  "Wait!"

  As the two were about to leave the tavern, Li Dajiang caught up from behind, holding several hundred-yuan bills in his hand. He came to the boy's side, grabbed his hand, stuffed the money into it, and said softly: "Take this money to buy something to eat."

  "I..."

  The boy opened his mouth, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

  "Let's go!"

  Li Dajiang turned around and left, waving his hand at the two people behind him.

  Zhang Yi's eyes revealed a few shades of strangeness, he looked at Li Dajiang's back as he left, then looked at the boy and asked: "Little guy, what did you say to him? He's been very unusual today!"

  The boy wiped his eyes with the dirty sleeve, looked down at the 300 yuan in his hand and said in a low voice: "He asked me where these injuries came from, I told him they were bitten by dogs and beaten by others."

  Zhang Yi patted the boy's occipital region with a sympathetic expression and said softly, "Let's go! First, we'll go to the medical hall to treat your injuries, then you take me to see your mother."

  The boy's eyes lit up and he thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, big brother, you're a good person."

  Are you good?

  Zhang Yi suddenly remembered Yao Tianxiao's words and secretly sighed in his heart.

  Hao Cheng Xiao's clinic was very close to Old Wang's tavern, so the two of them quickly arrived at the entrance of the clinic.

  "It was those two damned brats... the big fellow, he's the one who killed our Big Yellow and knocked me out."

  A shrill cry, almost hysterical, came from a nearby alleyway.

  Zhang Yi and the boy stopped in their tracks and turned their heads towards the direction of the sound.

  A fat, flabby woman with a iron rod in her hand was striding towards them with big steps, and even faster than the fat woman was Huang Damao, who was holding a meat chopper and accompanied by two rascals.

  "Big brother, let's run quickly!"

  The boy's clean and delicate face showed a look of horror, he reached out to grab Zhang Yi's arm and exclaimed urgently.