The middle-aged man who was thrown aside by Xue Rengui like trash did not feel any pity when he saw the appearance of the woman and the young man.
Instead, he said arrogantly with a look of joy on his face: "You little bastard, didn't you hear what your mother said? She said it herself, her illness is hopeless, so why don't you get the money quickly?"
Because this place is next to the street, there are gradually more and more people watching. These people are a bit older, and they are probably the family members of the workers who came to Yangjiaping workshop.
Some of them recognized the woman's identity and whispered: "I know this Mrs. Zhang. The house her family was assigned lives next door to mine. After all, we are still neighbors, but she is really pitiful." "
Another person also said: "Yes, I heard that after Mrs. Zhang married her son to Liu Hai, not only did Liu Hai not make any money, but she relied on the couple for food, drink, prostitution and gambling every day. Now her son and Ms. Zhang ran away from Xinfeng County. When I arrived at Yangjiaping, I didn’t expect him to come to my door again not long after.”
Another person sneered and said: "Liu Hai, if you can get Mrs. Zhang to be your wife, it means your ancestral grave is smoking. Besides, this son is not your biological son. They take care of your food and accommodation, and now you have to gamble with your life-saving money." , it’s really heartless.”
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More and more people were watching. Many people couldn't see it and blamed the middle-aged man.
Liu Hai looked embarrassed, but then he said sternly: "This is someone's family matter, what does it have to do with you? You are really nosy, stop talking nonsense, get out of here."
Most of these are elderly people, wearing ordinary clothes. Of course, middle-aged men are not afraid.
Combined with the conversation between the young man and the woman just now, and listening to the discussions of these people, Yang Fan and others had roughly understood the reason for the matter, and their faces suddenly turned blue with anger.
I saw Yang Fan gritting his teeth and shouting: "Liang Hai, is there any truth to what everyone just said?"
Seeing Yang Fan asking questions, Liu Hai felt a little guilty, but seeing that Yang Fan was not old, he thought he was just a pampered young man.
Such a young master usually pays attention to the etiquette of a gentleman. Now that there are more and more people watching, it is estimated that Yang Fan will not dare to take action again.
Thinking of this, Liu Hai stiffened his neck and said, "So what if it's true? That woman is a certain person's wife, and she belongs to a certain person no matter life or death. If a certain person wants her to live, she will live, and if a certain person wants her to die, she will die. What's more, she There is no way to cure the disease, it is simply a waste of money."
"Besides, although this bastard is not a biological son of a certain person, he is a father for a lifetime. Now he can make money. As the head of the family, what's wrong with a certain person using some money to drink and gamble?"
Now that the middle-aged man was still so shameless, Yang Fan was so angry that his head was almost smoking.
He didn't expect that there were such shameless people in this world, so he laughed angrily and said:
"You just don't earn a penny for yourself. You even have to gamble with your wife's last life-saving money. Her life is not as good as your lust for words?"
Seeing that Yang Fan's face was no longer as gloomy as before, Liu Hai said proudly: "Anyway, this girl's disease can't be cured, so it's better to let someone eat and drink well. If someone is lucky, he can win a lot of money." If you get the money back, don't you kill two birds with one stone? Besides, what does it have to do with you?"
It's impossible to reason with such a shameless person. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Fan said with a ferocious smile: "It's really none of X's business, but X likes to meddle in other people's business."
Seeing that Yang Fan had no intention of taking action, Liu Hai sneered and said, "Do you think you are an official of the imperial court? What's more, this is someone's family matter, and even the imperial court has no control over it."
Yang Fan jumped off the horse, raised the whip in his hand, and said: "Although I am not an official of the imperial court, since you are shameless, there is no use keeping it..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Fan raised his arm, and the riding whip seemed to pierce the air, hitting the middle-aged man in the face with a snap.
"Oh, you actually dare to hit me? Damn it, oh, it hurts. Just wait, I will report it to the official right away."
The middle-aged man screamed, then covered his face and cursed, but his eyes were full of timidity, and he stepped back again and again, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.
Some of the areas that couldn't be covered looked like they were torn and bloody. It looked like Yang Fan's whip had been severe.
However, Yang Fan was not soft-hearted at all, and said in a deep voice: "Even if you are a prince, as long as you make a mistake, you will be beaten if you want, let alone a pig like you, just report it to the official..."
Although he was talking, his movements did not stop. He kept whipping the middle-aged man with the whip one after another.
Originally, Yang Fan didn't have to take action in this kind of thing, and could let Xue Rengui and others do it for him, but he was extremely angry at this person who was worse than a beast.
My heart feels like a river is blocked, and if I don't let it out, I may be in danger of breaking the bank.
There is such a shameless, despicable and dirty person in the world. Letting him live in this world is a waste of food. He might as well just kill Suanqiu.
Since Yang Fan exchanged his martial arts, it can be said that he has few opponents with his martial arts, and he can still control it in normal times.
Nowadays, attacking with anger is of course not serious, although the next few whips were all struck on middle-aged men.
But after a few whips, the middle-aged man curled up into a ball, and the clothes on his body showed traces of blood.
At first I could moan and groan in pain, but then I couldn't even scream, and I felt like I could only breathe out but not in.
Xue Rengui and the others next to him did not feel that Yang Fan was cruel, but instead felt that their hearts were suddenly filled with depression.
If Yang Fan hadn't been here, they would have dealt with this scumbag long ago.
The young man supported his mother against the wall, his eyes showing relief.
However, when he saw Yang Fan, he still wanted to raise his whip, so he suddenly knelt down and begged: "Please don't beat me, please spare him."
Putting down the raised riding whip, Yang Fan was a little surprised, frowned and asked: "What do you mean?"
I didn't expect that the middle-aged man would treat their mother and son like this, and this young man would actually plead for him.
Originally, Yang Fan really didn't want to let go of such a scumbag. It wasn't that he was cruel, but that such a person was simply a waste of food in the world.
The young man raised his head and stared at Yang Fan and said sincerely: "Although this man only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and what he does is not as good as a beast, he has given us a shelter from wind and rain in the past few years, and this beating is enough."
He has suffered enough."
"Today I beg my benefactor to spare his life. From now on, I will sever ties with him and forget about this kindness."
Yang Fan was a little surprised by these words.
He knew that the reason why the young man in front of him didn't fight back just now was not because he was incapable.
Rather, the middle-aged man nominally belongs to his father's generation.
If you fight back, you will be accused of being unfaithful and unfilial.
Now that someone is helping him, most people may be eager to beat the middle-aged man to death, but they don't want the young man to still miss his old relationship under such circumstances.
Moreover, the young man speaks clearly and logically. It is hard to imagine that the Guards could recruit such a person.
Could it be that this young man who looks strong but honest is a talent that has been buried?
Looking at the young man's bruised and swollen face, his eyes were bright but full of stubbornness.
For a moment, Yang Fan was very interested in this young man. He smiled slightly and said, "Today I gave you this face and spared this beast's life."