The drunkard picked up a hammer from the fish stall nearby and looked like he was about to hit the woman harshly.
The people nearby were exclaiming and discouraging: "Report to the officer quickly, this man wants to kill someone!"
The drunk man raised his hand high and was about to smash it down.
A figure in black clothes quickly stepped forward, raised his boot, and kicked the drunk man on the chest.
Ye Siming used 70% of his strength in this move.
The drunkard was like an arrow off the string, flying backwards far away and fell into a sword-making furnace.
Even my butt almost touched the hot pot!
He immediately fell to the point where he couldn't get up, wailing in pain: "Help, someone wants to kill me, please help me report it to the official!"
The people who were watching just now all despised him.
"Bah! You have the nerve to call for help. If this young master hadn't taken action, your wife would have been beaten to death by you! It's so bad!"
"I recognize this person. He is the gambler Yang Lao'er who lives at the end of the street! He beats his wife when he is incapable of doing anything all day long! He beats others when he is drunk!"
The drunkard had sobered up a little, and he was rolling back and forth in pain: "You guys don't care anymore, we're going to kill someone, ouch!"
Ye Siming held his sword and walked near him, lowering his eyes and looking coldly: "I'm warning you, next time you let me see you beating a woman, I will hang you on the city wall and hang your body for public display!"
When the drunk man heard this, he howled louder.
Ye Siming frowned impatiently and pushed the sword out of the scabbard a few inches: "Scream a few times and poke a few bloody holes."
The drunk man shut his mouth obediently.
He looked at Ye Siming, his eyes full of fear.
How could the young man in front of me look like a murderous lunatic!
The woman who had just been beaten staggered and crawled to Ye Siming's side.
She hugged the boy's legs and begged: "Young hero... thank you, I'm fine, please let my husband go."
Ye Siming turned around and saw that her nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten, and she even begged for mercy to her husband.
His eyes became even more indifferent.
Mortal people's emotions are complex and stupid. He has obviously been beaten and yet he still asks others to let him go.
Gu Nuoer watched from a distance, sitting at the door of the car, dangling her little feet, and was also very puzzled.
"After being beaten so badly, this aunt still asks for love..."
The old coachman smiled and said, "Don't you know, princess, that the practice of beating wives is getting more and more rampant now? There are many men who, when something goes wrong, drag their wives into the street and beat them to vent their anger.
These women did not dare to report to the official even after being beaten, for fear that they would lose their husband-in-law and be ridiculed by their parents' family. They were even more afraid of fighting back and beating their husband-in-law to death, leaving them widows. Their life was very difficult!"
Gu Nuoer's clear eyes blinked and looked at the woman begging Ye Siming in the distance.
In the end, Ye Siming seemed too lazy to care about her anymore, took out his boots and walked towards the carriage.
The little guy thinks carefully.
Do you want to find a chance to help these aunts who are being bullied?
Ye Siming returned to the carriage, and the wheels turned slowly again.
The young man folded his arms and leaned back to rest.
His eyelashes drooped into a shadow, which made his already fair skin accentuate his handsome and cold look.
Ye Siming heard Gu Nuoer's small body crawling to his side.
Then, a soft little hand gently touched his head.
Ye Siming opened his narrow eyes: "What are you doing?"
Gu Nuoer tilted his head and blinked his big grape-like eyes: "Smooth it to Brother Siming. Don't be angry. You did a great job just now."
Ye Siming sneered and turned his head to avoid her touch.
Even so, his expression was much calmer than before.