I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

As soon as Zhou Weiguo gave the order, the eyes of the two guards flashed with cold light, their gazes fixed on Jia Dongxu, who was limping and scrambling to escape back home.

They suddenly exerted force with their feet, their figures like arrows released from a bow, ready to catch up!

Upon hearing the words "cripple his legs," Jia Zhangshi's face drained of all color, turning deathly pale, like a sheet of paper pasted on her face.

His arrogant and domineering attitude vanished instantly, leaving only uncontrollable panic, and even his breathing became rapid.

Without a second thought, she spread her arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks and desperately rushed in front of the guards, blocking their path. Her voice trembled as she cried out, "Don't come any closer! You're not allowed to lay a finger on my son!"

But these two guards had no intention of taking a shrewish old woman seriously.

Without even flinching, one of them grabbed Jia Zhangshi by the back of her collar as if she were a garbage bag, and with a flick of his wrist, a burst of brute force sent her staggering backward.

Jia Zhangshi lost her footing and fell heavily to the ground with a "thud." A piercing pain shot through her buttocks, and tears welled up instantly.

The excruciating pain in her buttocks made Jia Zhangshi grimace, but she couldn't even bother to rub it.

Seeing the guards break free and approach her son step by step, her eyes reddened with desperation. She scrambled forward, grabbing two of the guards' legs and screaming at the top of her lungs, "Help! Murder! Is no one going to do anything?! Old Jia, please crawl up from the field and see! Our family, a widow and her son, is being bullied terribly! That little beast Zhou Weiguo is trying to break Dongxu's legs! Please, show yourself and take him away, make him suffer a terrible death!"

The guard was so tightly held that he could barely move. His brows furrowed, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He was just about to exert himself to break free from this clingy burden.

Meanwhile, Jia Dongxu's crotch was already soaked with cold sweat and urine, and the icy touch made him tremble all over.

He staggered to his front door with great difficulty and frantically tried to pull the lock, but the lock cylinder seemed to be rusted and wouldn't budge no matter how hard he pulled.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the guards about to break free from his mother's grasp. Terrified, he gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength, lifted his still trembling leg, and kicked the door hard!

"Click..."

With a sharp crack, the door lock ring was kicked off, and the door shook.

Without thinking twice, Jia Dongxu pushed the door open and rushed inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He pressed his back against the cold door, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Feeling the solid texture of the door panel, his heart finally calmed down a little, but he couldn't stop trembling all over his body.

But this sense of security lasted only a second. He was still uneasy, feeling that simply locking the door wasn't enough to ensure safety.

After thinking for a moment, he stumbled back to the kitchen and grabbed a cleaver from the cutting board.

The cold blade sent a chill through him, but it inexplicably gave him a sense of confidence.

He gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands, the blade pointing towards the doorway, his body trembling uncontrollably. He stood inside, his face a mask of fierce defiance, yelling at the top of his lungs, trying to mask his fear with his voice: "Zhou...Zhou Weiguo! Let me tell you, don't be so arrogant! I...I have a knife! If your men dare to come in, and you piss me off, I'll take you down with me!"

As soon as Jia Dongxu's howl subsided, the guard whose leg was being held instantly turned pale.

Two well-trained elite guards had been entangled with an old woman for so long; it was an utter disgrace if word got out, and they felt utterly humiliated.

His eyes turned cold, and without the slightest hesitation, he kicked Jia Zhangshi hard under the armpit!

"Ouch!"

Jia Zhangshi let out a shrill scream as excruciating pain shot through her armpits. Her arms could no longer support her, and she finally released the guard's thighs, collapsing to the ground and groaning in pain, unable to speak.

The two guards, having shaken off the entanglement, did not waste a moment and walked straight toward the Jia family's door side by side.

But when they actually stood in front of the Jia family's door, the two guards stopped in their tracks, their faces showing hesitation. They exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes. Zhou Weiguo had only ordered Jia Dongxu's legs to be crippled, but had not explicitly stated whether breaking down the door was allowed.

After all, breaking down the door directly would be too noisy, and if it didn't suit the commander's wishes, he might get scolded instead.

As guards, they not only had to carry out orders, but also had to consider the commander's needs carefully.

The two hesitated for a moment, just about to ask Zhou Weiguo for permission before taking action, when Jia Dongxu inside the room seemed to sense their hesitation and instantly gained confidence.

"Hahaha! Got scared, huh? Too scared to come in, huh!"

Hiding behind the door, Jia Dongxu's hand gripping the cleaver trembled as he yelled, "You two lackeys of Zhou Weiguo! Get out of here! Don't get in my way! If I'm in a bad mood, I'll open the door and chop you both up with this knife! I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

After berating the guards, he turned his ire on Zhou Weiguo, unleashing a torrent of venomous abuse: "Zhou Weiguo! That's all the cowardly skill you've got! All you can do is send two useless cowards to scare people! If you've got the guts, come in yourself! See if I dare chop you up! I think you're just a coward who's too scared to show your face! Pointing a gun at me before was just for show; I bet you don't even have the guts to fire. You're a complete coward, all bark and no bite!"

Jia Zhangshi, who had just gotten up from the ground outside, heard her son's mockery and seemed to be ignited with fighting spirit. "Zhou Weiguo, you heartless little beast! You son of a bitch! All you do is bully a widow and her children because you have two lackeys! You think you're so great just because you have a few stinking coins and are a lowly official? Let me tell you, you'll be punished by heaven sooner or later! You'll get hit by a car when you go out, choke to death while eating, and be haunted by ghosts while you sleep! Your women will cuckold you sooner or later, and the sons they have will all be born without an anus!"

She cursed more and more fiercely, spewing out a barrage of vulgarities, even hurling insults at Zhou Weiguo's ancestors for eighteen generations. Every word was vicious and filled with resentment.

The neighbors around couldn't help but gasp, their eyes wide as they stared at Jia Zhangshi, secretly marveling: This Jia Zhangshi has really gone mad! She even dares to curse Zhou Weiguo like that, does she think she has too long a life? Some people quietly backed away, afraid of being implicated in this farce.

Hearing the commotion, especially when Jia Dongxu shouted that he would chop Zhou Weiguo up with a knife and even die with Zhou Weiguo, a hint of wild joy flashed in Yi Zhonghai's eyes, and he was even more excited.

He clenched his fists secretly, praying frantically in his heart: If only Jia Dongxu had the guts to kill Zhou Weiguo with one blow! That would be such a great thing! With Zhou Weiguo dead, all the humiliation I had suffered and all the plans I had made might turn around, and maybe I could even become that respected old man again?