Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Having received the clan elder's order, the few burly men from the Meng family who had surrounded them all lost their last trace of hesitation.

They looked at Lin Wanrou and her daughter like a pack of wolves looking at two fat sheep cornered in a desperate situation.

"Second brother, you go first! Hold down the big one!" Meng Jianjun roared on the ground, clutching his broken leg, his face twisted with glee. "Once we strip her clothes off, let's see how arrogant she can be then!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jingui's courage grew considerably. He threw away the broken half of the carrying pole in his hand, rubbed his hands together, and his small eyes were full of filth.

"Lin Wanrou, you asked for this!"

He roared and, mustering his courage, was the first to pounce, his large, fan-like hands reaching straight for Lin Wanrou's collar.

Lin Wanrou took a step back in fright, clutching her chest tightly. Sun Shouzhen, holding a fire poker, tried to step forward, but was grabbed around the waist by another burly man and unable to move.

The villagers in the courtyard all shrank back, and no one dared to make a sound.

Just as Meng Jingui's fingers were about to touch the fabric of Lin Wanrou's new cotton-padded jacket, Meng Yaya took a small step forward, sidestepped Meng Jingui, raised her right foot, and kicked Meng Jingui's other intact calf knee.

"Snap!"

Another crisp cracking sound of bone breaking.

It was louder and more thorough than Meng Jianjun's shout just now.

Meng Jingui's body, weighing over 180 pounds, seemed to have all its bones removed, and he knelt on the ground in a twisted posture.

His scream was barely in his throat before it was choked back by excruciating pain, leaving him only able to gasp for breath with his mouth open.

The entire room fell silent.

If the first time was a coincidence, a sneak attack, then this time it was a blatant and utter crushing defeat.

"Next."

Meng Yaya withdrew her foot and patted off non-existent dust from her cloth shoes.

The voice was soft and gentle, yet it sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

The remaining two burly men turned pale. They looked at the Meng brothers rolling on the ground clutching their legs, then at the little girl standing there, and their legs began to tremble.

"Useless! Two pieces of useless trash!"

The third master was so angry that he stood up from his armchair, pointing his dragon-headed cane at the two burly men.

"You two grown men, are you afraid of a little baby? Get him! If you don't tie this little beast up today, you're both getting out of the Meng family ancestral hall!"

A generous reward will surely attract brave men, and so will a severe punishment.

Forced by the Third Grandfather, the two burly men exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and flanked Meng Yaya from the left and right.

This time they were smarter; they stopped targeting Lin Wanrou and went straight for Meng Yaya. One grabbed her arm, while the other picked up a bench from the ground, intending to smash it over her.

Meng Yaya did not dodge.

As the person on the left reached out, her small hand shot up with lightning speed and accurately gripped the other person's wrist.

The burly man felt as if his wrist was being gripped by a red-hot iron clamp, an irresistible force pulling at him. He tried to pull his hand back, only to find his arm completely locked.

Meng Yaya gripped his wrist and pulled him forward.

The burly man, weighing over 160 pounds, was thrown forward involuntarily, only to be met by a long bench that came crashing down from the other side.

"Bang!"

The bench slammed solidly into his companion's back.

"Ouch!"

The two men rolled around in a heap; one was knocked unconscious by the impact, and the other had his wrist dislocated and was lying on the ground howling in pain.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

"Who else?"

Meng Yaya let go and walked to the center of the courtyard. Her small figure stood there, surrounded by four burly men lying around her; the scene was both bizarre and terrifying.

Wang Guifen has completely lost her mind.

"They've rebelled! They've all rebelled! Heavens above, open your eyes and take this monster away!"

She got up from the ground, her hair disheveled, looking like a vengeful ghost. She bypassed Meng Yaya and rushed straight towards Lin Wanrou, who was cowering in the corner.

"If I can't beat the little one to death, I'll still beat the big one to death!"

She had lost her mind and only wanted to vent all her resentment on her daughter-in-law, whom she had bullied for many years.

Lin Wanrou was so frightened that she couldn't move.

Meng Yaya turned around.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and like a cannonball, she instantly covered a distance of several meters.

Just as Wang Guifen's fingernails were about to scratch Lin Wanrou's face, Meng Yaya's small hand reached out from behind and grabbed Wang Guifen's gray hair.

Then, pull it back forcefully.

"ah--!"

Wang Guifen let out a piercing scream, her body flipping backward as she was forcibly dragged back.

Meng Yaya didn't let go. She dragged Wang Guifen by her hair through the dusty courtyard to the group of men groaning.

She raised her little hand.

Wang Guifen was thrown out like a tattered sack, landing squarely on Meng Jingui.

"Thump."

Meng Jingui screamed again as he was crushed, and then fainted.

In the courtyard, it was so quiet you could hear everyone's heartbeat.

The villagers stared wide-eyed, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable. Wang Guifen, who had been a tyrant in the village for decades, the "patriarch" of the Meng family, had been dealt with by a three-year-old child.

The third great-grandfather stood there, his body trembling like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

The dragon-headed cane in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't move an inch.

Meng Yaya did not go to see him.

She walked step by step to Lin Wanrou's side and reached out to straighten her collar, which had been disheveled.

"Mom, it's alright now."

Lin Wanrou looked at the Meng family members rolling on the ground, then at her unharmed daughter, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Meng Yaya took her mother's hand and walked to the octagonal table in the yard.

On the table, the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were already prepared. These were originally intended by the Third Grandfather to write disciplinary documents.

Meng Yaya stretched out her little hand and picked up the heavy bluestone inkstone.

She didn't say anything, but turned around and walked towards the Meng family elder who was already terrified.

The third master stared at the inkstone in her hand, his Adam's apple bobbing. He had no doubt that if that thing had hit him on the head, he would have to start a feast right there and then.

"I...I'll write..."

The third grandfather's voice trembled uncontrollably, "I'll write it! I'll write the letter severing ties right away!"

He scrambled to the table, grabbed the brush, and his hand trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease, unable to get the ink into the brush no matter how hard he tried.

Just then, a loud and clear voice came from the courtyard gate.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Village chief Zhao Dezhu, accompanied by two militiamen, pushed through the crowd and strode in. His face twitched as he looked at the horrific scene in the courtyard.

He first glanced at the third great-grandfather who was slumped on the ground, then turned his gaze to the three-year-old girl who was holding an inkstone and had a calm expression.

Zhao Dezhu took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Third Grandfather, you don't need to concern yourself with this matter." He walked to the table, picked up the brush that was still dripping ink, and said, "This severance document involves the family of a martyr. According to regulations, village officials must be present to witness it."

He paused, his voice carrying throughout the entire courtyard.

"I will be the witness!"