Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

"I came here specifically on behalf of my sister to apologize."

As he spoke, he handed the gift forward, adopting a very humble posture.

He Yushui, who was brushing her teeth in the yard, and Mu Wanqing, who had just arrived at the courtyard a few minutes earlier, both heard the commotion and looked over.

Zhang Dabiao also came out of the house. He was wearing a tank top, a toothbrush dangling from his mouth, which was full of toothpaste. He squinted at the uninvited guest at the door and began to think to himself.

Yang Yibai's brother?

He looks quite respectable and refined, completely different from that crazy old woman from yesterday.

So polite, even bringing gifts to my door... what are you up to?

Although it is said that one should not hit a smiling face.

But can what happened yesterday be forgotten with just an apology?

Mu Wanqing walked quickly to Zhang Dabiao's side, her face a little pale. She tugged at Zhang Dabiao's sleeve and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Dabiao, his name is Yang Weihong. He's a veteran. I heard he was a formidable figure in the army. He just transferred back this year and was directly assigned to the Security Department of the Municipal Materials Bureau as the deputy section chief."

A veteran? Deputy section chief of the security department?

Zhang Dabiao's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Good heavens, this is no ordinary spoiled brat; he's a real tough guy with status and ability.

Zhang Dabiao spat out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth with water, and then slowly walked to the gate of the courtyard. He glanced at Yang Weihong from head to toe, then looked at the things in his hands, his tone neither warm nor cold.

"Apologize? You don't look like it; you seem more like someone coming to settle scores."

Yang Weihong's smile remained unchanged, but her tone became much more serious: "Comrade Zhang Dabiao, you speak your mind, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

"My younger sister, Yang Yibai, has been spoiled by her family since she was a child. She is arrogant, willful, and ignorant. Yesterday, she ran to your house and tried to steal Comrade Mu Wanqing's lead singing spot. She even said some nasty things. This is 100% her fault. As her older brother, I also bear responsibility for not disciplining her properly."

As he spoke, he actually took a step back and bowed deeply to Zhang Dabiao and Mu Wanqing.

"On her behalf, I sincerely apologize to both of you."

His action stunned everyone watching, both inside and outside the courtyard.

Sha Zhu and the others came over when they heard the commotion. They had originally wanted to join in the cursing, but now they couldn't bring themselves to do it.

Xu Damao crossed his arms and watched with great interest, finding the matter increasingly intriguing.

Mu Wanqing hadn't expected the other party to be so humble, and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

However, after Yang Weihong straightened up, her tone suddenly changed, and her eyes, which had been smiling, instantly became sharp.

"but!"

The moment those two words were uttered, the air in the courtyard seemed to cool down a bit.

"An apology is an apology, but rules are rules." Yang Weihong stared at Zhang Dabiao and said, word by word, "My sister may have made a mistake, and we'll accept your criticism and reprimands. But you insulted her in front of so many people with words like 'a bitch is just being pretentious,' making her faint from anger. As her brother, I can't pretend this never happened!"

coming!

Everyone in the courtyard was on tenterhooks.

This is the real show!

"Our compound has its rules, and your alley has its customs." Yang Weihong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable force. "No amount of reasoning will help in this kind of situation. If someone is hurt, there has to be an explanation."

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Dabiao.

"Let's not involve our parents or call the police. Let's just handle this according to the 'old rules' for men to resolve issues."

"I, Yang Weihong, and you, Zhang Dabiao, will have a one-on-one fight."

"You win. This matter is over. I guarantee that Yang Yibai will avoid you in the future and will never cause Comrade Mu Wanqing any more trouble."

"I won. You don't need to apologize. You just need to admit to my face that you were wrong to say those words about my sister yesterday. Then we can call it even."

"Comrade Zhang Dabiao, do you dare to accept this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire courtyard fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by Yang Weihong's "courtesy first, then force" approach.

This is a completely open conspiracy!

If Zhang Dabiao agreed, regardless of the outcome, would it sound good for him to fight a war hero with impeccable revolutionary credentials who had just been demobilized? If he accidentally injured the man seriously, the trouble would be immense.

But if he didn't agree, what would become of Zhang Dabiao's reputation? How could he ever hold his head up in Beijing again? A coward who only dared to curse women but never dared to lay a hand on a man?

This is a hundred times more vicious than simply coming to someone's door and shouting for violence!

Mu Wanqing gripped Zhang Dabiao's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes filled with worry.

Sha Zhu was so anxious that he scratched his head and wanted to stand up for Zhang Dabiao, but the other party named him by name, so he couldn't get involved at all.

Liu Guangqi and Yan Jiecheng exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes. This matter was beyond their control.

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses, a glint of shrewdness flashing behind the lenses, his mind racing as he calculated how Zhang Dabiao would respond.

All eyes were focused on Zhang Dabiao.

Zhang Dabiao, however, remained expressionless in the face of this probing question.

He remained silent for a full half minute, and just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by the crowd.

"Da Biao, this is clearly a trap, don't fall for it!"

Zhang Dabiao's mind raced. This kid really had something; he was playing the game of open and overt schemes perfectly.

Hitting someone is a trap.

Not fighting is also a trap.

If you scold the younger one, the older one will come. If you beat the older one, will another old one pop up? What if those old revolutionaries and seniors insist on challenging you to a duel? Should you fight back or not?

Not to mention that Yang Weihong is a recently demobilized soldier and the deputy head of the security department; his status speaks for itself.

Why is this getting more and more complicated?

Zhang Dabiao scratched the back of his head. "Is this never going to end?"

He was just about to bite the bullet and agree, since being a coward was never his style.

But before he could even speak, Sha Zhu next to him exploded.

"Hey! I've figured it out, none of you rich kids are any good! So you're going to try politeness first, then resort to force? Bullying us workers' kids? Huh?!"

Sha Zhu took a big step forward, his large, fan-like hand shoving directly at Yang Weihong's shoulder: "If you've got the guts, come and fight me! What kind of hero bullies an artist!"

Yang Weihong frowned slightly, her body swayed slightly, but she remained rooted to the spot, her voice steady: "Comrade, let's talk this out, don't resort to violence."

Seeing that he "didn't dare to fight back," Sha Zhu assumed the other man was scared, and his bravado immediately flared up. He pushed him harder, saying, "So what if I hit you? So what if I hit you? Coming into our yard to cause trouble, do you think we're made of clay?"

Just as Sha Zhu's hand shoved towards her for the third time, a terrifying glint flashed in Yang Weihong's usually amiable eyes!

He made no further concessions, his body suddenly sinking down with the force of Sha Zhu's push. His right hand moved as fast as a shadow, accurately grabbing Sha Zhu's wrist, while his left hand grabbed his armpit. He suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, letting out a low shout!

"rise!"