I only know that many people have written asking for monthly tickets. I don’t know if it is of any use. “Yi Jiu really beat himself up at home because of this. I hope that the monthly tickets will come out loudly and that I can explode all the way in the last nine days. I am praying.”
When Yu Heyi finally saw the elegant and noble old man whom Yu Ziqing had talked about so lightly, he saw those cold and upright men who could almost only be seen in movies, the row of good cars, and the way those people treated his son.
The respect shown by Yu Heyi, a simple Wang Min, finally showed his wisdom as a father.
"Ziqing, my father is old. It is up to you to make decisions about family matters." In the ambulance, Yu Heyi patted the back of Yu Ziqing's hand happily and said solemnly.
Other family members were also sitting in the car. They didn’t say anything after hearing what their father said. They just looked at Yu Ziqing silently with trusting eyes.
Yu Ziqing's eyes swept across his family affectionately, and finally landed on his father's thin face. He patted his hand and said, "Dad, don't worry, I will arrange everything."
After saying that, Yu Ziqing stood up and got out of the ambulance.
Next to the ambulance, Shangguan Mingyuan stood quietly and respectfully from beginning to end. Seeing Yu Ziqing get out of the car, he followed two steps forward and said in a low voice: "Master, if you need me to take action, please feel free to ask me."
In the dark night, Yu Ziqing's deep eyes passed through the cold light, glanced at the four cold men with scorpions tattooed on their arms not far away, and said lightly: "No, leave an Audi car waiting.
You go back to Hanglin first and take good care of my father and the others."
"Don't worry about this," Shangguan Mingyuan said in a deep voice.
Yu Ziqing patted Shangguan Mingyuan on the shoulder, then turned and walked home
Shangguan Mingyuan's body trembled slightly. Although Yu Ziqing didn't say anything, everything was already clear.
Shangguan Mingyuan watched Yu Ziqing's figure disappear into the night, and said calmly: "Achang, you stay here"
After saying that, Shangguan Mingyuan turned around and got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
In the blink of an eye, there was only a black Audi left on the side of the road, and an old man standing next to the car with a calm face.
Because it was dark night, Shangguan Mingyuan and the others did not attract anyone's attention when they came and went.
After returning home, Yu Ziqing casually picked up the iron rod he had just been playing with, then closed the door and walked quietly on the dimly lit country cement road. His face was as calm as water without any expression, only those deep eyes were shining.
A chilling cold light beats in the dark night
Although he did not want to kill Yu Hebang and others immediately, and he did not have the power to overthrow their power immediately, how could Yu Ziqing leave quietly after the humiliation his family had suffered during this period?
After walking for a while, I saw a small three-story house surrounded by a wall.
The lights in the bungalow were bright, and with Yu Ziqing's sharp ears, he could hear the sound of mahjong clashing and flowing, as well as the noisy voices from a distance.
Yu Ziqing came to the closed iron gate in the wall, raised his head and glanced coldly at the transparently lit small bungalow, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked towards the iron gate.
There was a loud crash, and the iron door was kicked open by Yu Ziqing.
The loud noise alerted a big wolf dog in the yard, as well as the neighbors next door and the people playing mahjong upstairs.
The big wolf dog barked crazily, showed its ferocious claws, and rushed towards Yu Ziqing
Yu Ziqing's face turned cold, he raised the iron rod in his hand and struck the big wolf dog hard on the head with one blow.
The iron rod flashed a cold light in the darkness, and struck the big wolfdog as fast as lightning with a bang. The wolfdog's skull was shattered before he could even whimper, and his brains flowed out. Then he twitched a few times and died.
"Who is it?" On the second floor terrace, a young man of about five years of age, with a cigarette in his mouth and wearing a police uniform, walked out and yelled at the people downstairs.
"It's me," Yu Zi said calmly, with deep hatred in his eyes. This young man is Yu Hebang's son, Yu Ziqiang, a policeman from the town police station.
Through the light, Yu Ziqiang saw Yu Ziqing's thin body, expressionless and delicate face, and the iron rod in his hand. As for the big wolf dog standing upright against the wall, he didn't notice that it was dead for a moment.
, I’m just a little bit surprised why the big wolf dog only barked once today and was so well-behaved.
"Damn it, who did I think it was? It turns out it's a scholar from our village who has come back. Do you, a scholar, want to imitate your father and brother and come here to cause trouble? Yu Ziqiang stood on the second floor, looking down with a superior attitude.
Looking at Yu Ziqing, he mocked with disdain
"I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm just asking for some interest." Yu Ziqing held the iron bar and patted his palms gently, saying calmly.
"You look like a bear and you want to come here to ask for interest? I'm laughing so hard, haha." Yu Ziqiang laughed arrogantly, then flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt with a little light scraped a parabola in the air, and fell towards Yu Ziqing's head.
Yu Zi smiled coldly, waved the iron rod lightly, and the cigarette butt immediately shot back upstairs with a little sparks at a fast speed.
There was a muffled sound, and the cigarette butt with sparks shot into Yu Ziqiang's mouth that was laughing wildly.
"Well" Yu Ziqiang's laughter stopped immediately, he covered his throat with both hands, and coughed violently, feeling a burning pain in his throat.
The conversation between Yu Ziqiang and Yu Ziqing, especially Yu Ziqiang's wild laughter, was particularly loud and harsh in the night. People in the room finally stopped playing mahjong and opened the door and walked out.
The neighbors next door also opened their doors one after another, stood outside the fence and peered into the village secretary's yard.
"Oh my God, it's Heyi's son Huhuqing. Isn't he working in the provincial capital?"
"Don't you know? He came back this afternoon. I've been worried. He couldn't stand it anymore. Later, when he saw that there was no movement in the afternoon, I thought He Yi and his wife had persuaded him to stop him. Unexpectedly, he still came to the door.
"Quickly go and persuade him? Don't cause trouble again," said a middle-aged aunt.
But when they glanced at the big wolfdog lying at the foot of the wall, with his brain cracked and his brains and blood flowing all over the floor, they all felt a chill rising from the back of their spines, and they didn't even dare to step forward.
While the villagers outside the yard were talking a lot, Yu Ziqiang upstairs finally regained his composure, pointed at Yu Ziqing and shouted with a fierce look: "If you dare, stop and don't leave."
After saying that, Yu Ziqiang turned around and walked downstairs with great momentum. The village cadres who had come out to cause trouble had no time to catch Yu Ziqiang, so they all followed him downstairs.
Yu Ziqiang went downstairs, picked up a stool at home, and walked out with a ferocious look on his face. He saw Yu Ziqing still standing in the yard with a calm face, the iron rod gently slapping his palms. Yu Ziqiang raised the stool and was about to face it.
He threw it, and a man in his fifties with a beer belly pulled him back.
Yu Ziqiang was angry at this time and was about to turn around to curse. Seeing that it was his old man, he couldn't help but feel discouraged and said, "Dad, why are you pulling me?"
Yu Hebang winked at him, and then scolded: "What are you doing? Why don't you let me go?"
"Hebang, there's no need to act for me. I'm here today just to break your dog's claws." Yu Ziqing said with a calm face, his eyes slowly swept over the people behind him, nodded and said: "Very good, ten to seven."
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Yu Ziqiang couldn't bear this anger, he threw Yu Hebang away, swung the stool and hit Yu Ziqing on the head.
When the people outside the wall saw this, they all showed expressions of dismay, but no one dared to step forward to stop the fight. Firstly, the Yu Hebang family was too strong, and secondly, looking at this situation, they might be in trouble if they went up to the fish pond.
"Zi Qiang" Yu Hebang shouted hypocritically, but a hint of tyranny flashed on his face. Yu Hebang has been a secretary for such a long time, when has he ever been scolded like this by a young kid?
Just when everyone could imagine the tragic ending of a weak scholar like Yu Ziqing facing a policeman like a bandit like Yu Ziqiang, the situation suddenly developed in a direction that no one expected.
Yu Ziqi raised the iron rod in his hand and struck it towards the bench.
With a bang, the bench was split into four pieces, and wood chips were scattered on the floor. Yu Ziqiang's mouth cracked, unable to withstand the huge impact, he sat down on the ground.
Before anyone could react, Yu Ziqing revealed a ferocious smile, raised his foot, kicked Yu Zi who was sitting on the bed to the ground, and then stepped on his chest.
Looking at Yu Ziqing's fair and delicate face, I don't know why Yu Ziqiang felt an unprecedented fear, and wisps of coldness unknowingly went up from his spine to the top of his head.
"Ziqing, what do you want?" Yu Ziqiang asked sharply, but his vocal cords were trembling slightly.
"Ziqing, if you dare to smash it down, I will definitely destroy you." Seeing Yu Ziqing calmly raising the iron rod in his hand, Yu Hebang could no longer maintain his composure, and warned fiercely while casually wielding an iron rod.
A wooden stick strode towards Yu Ziqing
Yu Ziqing glanced at Yu Hebang with disdain and dropped the iron rod in his hand.
The sound of cracking bones echoed harshly in the dark night, giving people the illusion of deafening, followed by Yu Ziqiang's hysterical screams
Look at a strong man like Yu Ziqiang holding his arms and writhing on the ground, and look at Yu Ziqing holding the iron bar and standing there calmly, as if he has never done anything.
Yu Hebang was so stunned that he forgot to chop the wooden stick in his hand.
The villagers were also stunned. A chill spread from the soles of their feet to the top of their foreheads. No one expected that the He Yi family's always well-behaved and gentle son, a scholar, could be such a ruthless person.
"Zi Qiang, how are you?" A woman dressed neatly, with yellow and white things around her neck and hands, howled and rushed towards Yu Ziqiang.
"Mom, my hand is broken." Yu Ziqiang, who had always only beaten others, felt the fear from the bottom of his heart for the first time. When he saw his mother rushing towards him, he finally couldn't help but scream.
"Hebang, Heguang, why are you still standing here? Beat this bastard to death! Hurry and kill this bastard!" Seeing her son's appearance, the woman pointed angrily at Yu Ziqing and shouted.
Yu Ziqiang's mother yelled like this, and Yu Hebang suddenly came back to his senses. He raised the stick in his hand and smashed it at Yu Ziqing's head crazily.
Several other village cadres did not break up the fight, but instead turned around and looked around for the guy. To be continued.
