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

Before anyone in the courtyard could react, they saw a scene that made their eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

Sha Zhu, who weighs 170 or 180 pounds and is as strong as an ox, was now being carried by Yang Weihong like a tattered sack, drawing an extremely awkward arc in the air!

"Bang—"

With a dull thud, Sha Zhu was cleanly and decisively thrown over the shoulder, slamming him solidly into the center of the yard, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and all he could see were flying stars. He lay on the ground groaning and couldn't get up for a long time.

I've got a stitch!

"hiss--"

Xu Damao gasped, "We're done for! We've met our match! This is a real grappling expert from the military!"

"That idiot Zhu has really bitten off more than he can chew today!"

"elder brother?!"

He Yushui screamed and rushed over, her face pale, to help Sha Zhu up.

Xu Damao, Liu Guangqi, Yan Jiecheng and several other young men also instantly turned red-eyed and roared as they charged upwards.

The little wolfhound Erhei also rushed out, barking wildly at Yang Weihong, but Zhang Dabiao pushed him back with his toe. "What are you doing here, little guy?"

"Stop it, all of you!"

Zhang Dabiao shouted, his voice not loud, and stretched out one hand, firmly blocking everyone's way.

Just as tensions were rising, the three old men, Yan Bugui, Liu Haizhong, and Yi Zhonghai, finally arrived after hearing the news.

Liu Haizhong, with his insatiable thirst for power, took the lead, his prominent belly protruding, and pointed at Yang Weihong, shouting, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Coming into our courtyard to beat people up, is there no law anymore?!"

When Yi Zhonghai saw that Sha Zhu had been beaten like this, he also shouted that he wanted to call the police.

Yan Bugui was also frightened. The fearless Sha Zhu was actually killed in an instant?

Just as everyone was about to step forward to help Sha Zhu get justice, Zhang Dabiao stopped them.

If they take action again, regardless of winning or losing, this matter will escalate significantly.

They won, and then spread the word that Zhang Dabiao's gang had outnumbered the others, which made Zhang Dabiao lose face.

Losing would be even more embarrassing.

Zhang Dabiao frowned and questioned Yang Weihong, "Dude, what do you mean by coming into our yard and throwing someone to the ground?"

Yang Weihong spread her hands, her expression utterly innocent: "He attacked first. I warned him twice, but he wouldn't listen. According to the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, this constitutes legitimate self-defense."

"justifiable defense?"

Zhang Dabiao was amused by the word. How could it sound so fresh coming from someone else's mouth?

He glanced at Sha Zhu, who had been helped up by He Yushui and looked utterly aggrieved, and then swept his gaze over the indignant neighbors around him. He knew exactly what was going on.

In terms of reason, they lost the moment Sha Zhu made the move. If this matter really escalates to the police station, they will definitely be the ones who suffer.

Zhang Dabiao nodded, then turned to Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and the others, saying, "Alright, everyone, don't be impulsive. What they said is right, it was indeed Sha Zhu who started it. If this gets to the police station, we'll be the ones who suffer."

As soon as he said this, the courtyard fell silent, and everyone looked at Zhang Dabiao with disbelief.

Just when everyone thought Zhang Dabiao was going to find a way to back down and settle things peacefully, he unexpectedly took a step forward, looked directly at Yang Weihong, and spoke in a low but clear voice that reached everyone's ears.

"Dude, did you come to my yard to give me a hard time?"

"Alright, I accept your 'challenge'!"

--boom--

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar throughout the entire courtyard!

"Big Brother Biao!"

"Da Biao!"

Mu Wanqing and Qin Jingru's faces turned pale instantly, and they grabbed his arms tightly.

Zhang Dabiao didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand gently behind him to reassure them.

A meaningful smile played on his lips as he stared at Yang Weihong and continued slowly, "However, since we're talking about 'getting things settled,' let's make things clear."

"We can't just beat up the young one and then the old one comes along; beat up the old one and then an even older one comes along. This has to come to an end."

Yang Weihong looked at him with an interested expression.

Zhang Dabiao pointed a finger in the air: "You win. I, Zhang Dabiao, will personally come to your sister's door, serve her tea and water, and apologize to her in person."

He paused, then raised his second finger, his eyes suddenly sharpening like two newly honed knives.

"But what if I win..."

Yang Weihong's confidence was as unyielding as his crisp uniform. Without thinking, he blurted out, "You can't win."

"There's always a chance of something going wrong," Zhang Dabiao laughed, a laugh that held something indescribable. "If I happen to win, your sister, Yang Yibai, has to say to my fiancée, Mu Wanqing, in front of her entire class and the department's teachers—'I'm sorry, I was wrong!'"

"Can you make the decision about this?"

Yang Weihong's pupils contracted slightly.

He never expected that this seemingly lazy "artist" would dare to increase the stakes at such a time!

Is he genuinely confident, or is he deliberately trying to deceive himself?

But can someone who spends all day wielding a pen really cause any trouble? To deal with this kind of person, you have to beat him into submission once and for all!

Before Yang Weihong came, she asked around among the young men in the compound and learned that Zhang Dabiao was in no way inferior to 17 people in a 1v1 fight.

But he's a soldier, and the students' fights are nothing special. Besides, he heard that Zhang Dabiao had vomited blood and was critically ill, and had to recuperate for a month. If he still can't take down Zhang Dabiao, he might as well take off his security guard uniform.

lose?

That is absolutely impossible.

Thinking of this, Yang Weihong replied loudly, "Okay! It's a deal! I'll agree on behalf of my sister!"

"Great!" Zhang Dabiao nodded. "However, words are not enough; we need witnesses for this."

Upon hearing this, Yang Weihong let out a soft laugh, a laugh that carried a hint of the undisguised arrogance unique to children of high-ranking families.

"Witnesses? Sure, go ahead and find some."

He changed the subject, his whole demeanor exuding a sense of efficiency.

"But Comrade Zhang Dabiao, we're all men, a promise is a promise. If you go back on your word, you can forget about living in Beijing."

After Yang Weihong finished speaking, she turned around neatly and walked towards the outer courtyard.

"Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, under the bridge outside the south gate of the art academy, see you there."

He left behind a sentence and then disappeared at the entrance of the alley, leaving the people in the courtyard looking at each other, their minds still blank.

The newcomer forced Zhang Dabiao to accept the challenge, then beat up Sha Zhu, and finally left openly and legitimately.

Did Sha Zhu get beaten up for nothing?

What kind of nonsense is this?

The air in the courtyard was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The three old men shook their heads. Zhang Dabiao usually seemed lazy and shrewd, so why was he acting so recklessly today? Fighting a veteran who had just come down from the army and was now the deputy head of the security department—wasn't that like throwing an egg against a rock?

Those people are truly skilled! They've seen blood!

This is... I'm afraid something big is about to happen.