In Liuye Lane, at the door of a slightly dilapidated house, two tall and muscular men stood.
One of the yellow-faced men was using his wretched little eyes to look at the pedestrians coming and going at the door. His eyes especially stayed on some plump women for a long time.
While watching, the man and his companions commented on the appearance and figure of the women.
He looked like he was giving guidance to the country.
"Hey, Sanlang, look over there, at the door of the teahouse, that little lady carrying the food box is so pretty. The way her little butt is twisting and turning, it almost takes my soul away."
The dark-faced man next to him heard this and glanced in the direction he pointed, then looked away, rolled his eyes at his companion, and said disdainfully:
"That's it? What's so good about losing weight? You really have no vision!"
The yellow-faced man was a little unhappy when he heard this, and asked:
"Then tell me what kind of woman is good."
The black-faced man put on an incomprehensible look when he heard this. Then he looked at his companion, pursed his lips towards the door, showed a vulgar expression, and whispered:
"The one inside is really stunning!"
When the yellow-faced man heard this, he hesitated and asked in a low voice:
"But when I look at it, that little lady doesn't look that good? I don't know why the young master is so obsessed with her!"
Hearing this, the black-faced man looked around, then approached the yellow-faced man and whispered:
"You know what the heck, you look ordinary because that little girl is usually poorly dressed and her clothes are too big, so she looks baggy."
Having said this, the black-faced man looked left and right again, then leaned into the yellow-faced man's ear and whispered:
"That little girl has big butt and breasts, and her skin is fair. Otherwise, I would have been kept in the dark about what happened between her and the young master by accident last time."
"If you ask me, the young master has a good eye for women and is very capable. He can see the beauty of this lady from the Pan family at a glance! I'm envious! If I had this ability, maybe this little lady..."
After saying that, the black-faced man laughed obscenely.
The yellow-faced man's eyes widened after hearing this. He grabbed his companion's sleeves and said lewdly:
"You should have a good talk with me. What did you see?"
Just when the black-faced man was about to explain in detail what happened that day to his companions, a small stone suddenly hit the black-faced man on the head.
The black-faced man tilted his head back, and blood immediately flowed out.
He wiped the blood from his face, then pointed at the teenagers who were throwing stones at each other on the street and cursed:
"Where did this little brat come from? He actually dared to throw stones at someone's house. Is he looking for death?"
After saying that, the black-faced man took a step forward and rushed towards the two teenagers.
The two young men were He Wu and He Liu from the Qin Mansion. Their mission today was to lure away these two guards.
Seeing one of them rushing towards them, the two of them ducked sideways. He Wu pointed at the black-faced man and said:
"The nigger ran out of nowhere and scared me! Is it any of your business that we two brothers are having a fight?"
When the black-faced man heard the name nigger, he instantly became furious. He hated it when others laughed at him for being black, not to mention that the two of them had just broken his head with stones.
He said to his companion standing at the door:
"Sanlang, help me block these two boys. Don't let them escape. Today, a certain family must beat up these two boys, even if they don't even know their mother."
The yellow-faced man at the door glanced at the two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, crossed his arms, relaxed his muscles and sneered:
"They're just two boys with no hair at all, just wrap them up on me."
He Wu and He Liu looked at each other, yelled to run, and then they ran away. When they passed by the yellow-faced man, they even deliberately spat on him.
The yellow-faced man obviously underestimated the speed of the two men. Before he could react, the two men had already passed through him.
Not only did he fail to stop the two teenagers, but he also had two mouthfuls of thick phlegm on his body. He was immediately filled with shame and anger, pointed at the two men and cursed loudly.
"Chase, a certain family must kill these two little bastards today."
After saying that, the two of them chased after He Wu and He Liu.
If He Wu and He Liu showed their true skills, they would have disappeared long ago. In order to lure the two away and buy time for their companions, they deliberately slowed down their pace and turned around to taunt them while running.
...
After a few people left
Not long after, three more men came to the door of the house.
One of the short men with thick arms was Wu Dalang who had returned from Peach Blossom Lane.
Wu Dalang walked to his door angrily and was about to reach out and push the door open.
He Ergang hurriedly stepped forward, took Wu Dalang's hand, and whispered:
"Dalang, let's go in quietly, don't let that kid escape!"
Wu Dalang gritted his teeth. He nodded to He Er, and then gently opened the courtyard door.
Because it was the first courtyard they entered, the three of them quickly arrived outside Wu Dalang and Madam Pan's bedroom.
The window paper in the bedroom was somewhat damaged, so the sound insulation was not very good. They were still a few feet away, and several people heard the clanging noise in the room.
It was accompanied by some unpleasant words.
"Ah... don't... the slave... ah... it's impossible..."
"Hey. Hey. Hey... little lady... uh... tell me... am I much more powerful than your damn husband... uh...?"
"Ah...no...don't..."
"Are you going to say...uh...are you going to say it?"
.....
The veins on Wu Dalang's hands and face popped out, he roared, and rushed into the room without any explanation. Then, the sound of women's cries and men's roars came out of the room, followed by fists entering the flesh. the sound of.
He Er and He San looked at each other, paused for a moment at the door, and then entered the room.
In the room, Wu Dalang was currently riding on a naked man, his casserole-sized fists waving at the man as if he was free of charge.
Shouting over and over again
"Beast, I'm going to kill you, kill you."
A slim woman with fair and rosy skin sat slumped on the bed wrapped in a quilt and kept shouting.
"Da Lang, don't do it. If you kill him, you will die. It's all the slave's fault. Stop it!"
He Er had already prepared a plan for this situation in the Master's letter, so he glanced at He San, who nodded knowingly.
So the two of them walked quickly to Wu Dalang, held his arms and persuaded:
"Dalang, please calm down and don't be impulsive."
Wu Dalang's eyes were red and he stared at the bloody beast under him.
"Erlang, Sanlang, let go, I will kill him today."
He Er advised:
"Dalang, if you kill him, you will die yourself. How will your sister-in-law live alone if she is left alone?"
Wu Dalang stopped struggling when he heard this. He raised his head stiffly, and unknowingly his face was covered with tears.
"Lian'er, I am worthless and unworthy of you. I don't blame you! In the next life..."
As if she was struck by lightning, Mrs. Pan no longer bothered to cover her body. She jumped out of bed and threw herself on Wu Dalang, crying:
"No, Da Lang, the slave family is wrong. Don't do stupid things. The slave family swears to live a good life with you in the future, okay?"
.......
