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

After hearing Zhou Weiguo's words, the two policemen instantly broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat on their foreheads, and even their breathing became lighter.

They heard the cracking sound of bone breaking clearly; it was obviously aimed at the lumbar spine, not some flimsy "self-defense."

But when they thought of the director's repeated instructions and Zhou Weiguo's little red notebook that could make the director's face change, the two could only nod reluctantly, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The older police officer secretly glanced at Jia Dongxu on the ground out of the corner of his eye. The kid was curled up, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

He shook his head inwardly with a sigh: This kid's lumbar spine is probably ruined; he'll likely spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. He's really asking for trouble. But aloud, he didn't dare hesitate for a moment and quickly echoed, "That makes sense! Absolutely right! Chief Engineer Zhou, we were overthinking it. You were frightened!"

Meanwhile, Jia Dongxu, who was lying on the ground, was letting out a heart-wrenching scream. The sound was desperate and piercing, making people's scalps tingle.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles in his face were contorted in extreme pain. Sweat, tears, and snot were all over his face.

Just then, Jia Zhangshi, who had just knocked unconscious by hitting her head on the door frame, was also startled by the horrifying scream. She shuddered and suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused as she scanned the courtyard.

When she saw Jia Dongxu lying on the ground, trembling like a leaf, she was struck dumb, as if by lightning.

Her mouth hung open, and she didn't react for a long time until Jia Dongxu cried out in pain again. Only then did she snap back to reality and, disregarding everything else, scrambled towards Jia Dongxu, crying, "Dongxu! My son! What's wrong? Don't scare your mother! What's wrong? Mother's here!"

Jia Dongxu felt a numbness spreading rapidly down his spine from his lower body to his toes.

He tried desperately to move his toes and lift his legs, but he couldn't feel anything in his lower body.

An unprecedented panic overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, and cold sweat poured down his forehead and cheeks.

Jia Dongxu was truly terrified. He was afraid that he would become a cripple, that he would spend the rest of his life in bed, and that he would be pointed at and laughed at for the rest of his life.

He had only been out of prison for a short time and thought he could go back to the prison and continue living the good life he used to have, relying on his mother's tantrums, having his master Yi Zhonghai's help, and having that sucker Sha Zhu obediently support him, and bullying the neighbors when he had nothing to do.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he made a stupid blunder and said something rude, which not only offended someone to death but also hurt him so badly.

Endless regret welled up in her heart first; she hated herself for being impulsive and for provoking Zhou Weiguo, that scoundrel.

But his regret was quickly replaced by overwhelming resentment. He endured the sharp pain in his lower back, raised his head, and stared at Zhou Weiguo with a venomous look on his face. He wished he could devour Zhou Weiguo alive and grind his bones to dust.

But who is Zhou Weiguo? He has innate perception and is extremely sensitive to such malicious gazes.

The moment Jia Dongxu's eyes met his, he instantly noticed.

Zhou Weiguo slowly turned his head, a half-smile on his face, and spoke again, his tone calm but chilling: "If you don't want those two eyeballs anymore, you can just say so, and I'll gouge them out for you so your bastard can use them as cannon fodder."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something and added, "Oh, wait, Banggeng probably can't be stepped on anymore. Your Jia family is really something else. Even when you're crippled, you have to team up. What's even more amazing is that it's a father and son teaming up. From now on, you and Banggeng, two good-for-nothings, will be lying on the kang (heated brick bed) with two old women serving you. That'll be just right, so you won't have anything to do and cause trouble everywhere."

"hiss........."

The neighbors in the courtyard gasped in shock after hearing this.

They looked at Zhou Weiguo with fear on their faces, instinctively shrinking back. Those words were too harsh!

Yi Zhonghai, standing in the crowd, had long lost his previous excitement and anticipation, leaving only deep regret and uncontrollable fear. His back was soaked with cold sweat.

He was secretly annoyed: he had already resolved his grudge against Zhou Weiguo, so why did he have to act rashly and provoke Zhou Weiguo?

If Zhou Weiguo dared to cripple Jia Dongxu right in front of the police, what else wouldn't he dare to do? If he were to be held grudge by Zhou Weiguo, given his methods, not only would he not be able to support himself in his old age, but his son might not even be able to grow up properly. Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but shudder and subconsciously shrank back into the crowd.

Seeing her son's unbearable pain and hearing Zhou Weiguo's words, Jia Zhangshi's eyes turned red.

Her eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed. She suddenly turned around and rushed into her house like a madwoman, cursing as she went: "Zhou Weiguo, you heartless little beast! You bastard who deserves to be shot! You dare to beat my son like this? I'll fight you to the death! I'll skin you alive, pull out your tendons, and drink your blood!"

Rushing to the stove, she grabbed another cleaver from the cutting board, turned, and charged at Zhou Weiguo with a frenzied roar that hurt the ears: "Zhou Weiguo! You bastard, you childless scum! I'm going to kill you! I'll take you down with me!"

As she rushed over, she also picked up the kitchen knife that Jia Dongxu had dropped earlier, grabbed one in each hand, and pounced on Zhou Weiguo like a madwoman.

The neighbors in the courtyard were terrified and scattered in all directions, screaming, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Even the two police officers were so shocked by this sudden turn of events that their faces turned deathly pale.

They instinctively reached for their sidearms at their waists. If Zhou Weiguo were hacked to pieces right under their noses, they'd be finished!

Just when everyone thought someone was about to die and covered their eyes, unexpectedly, Jia Zhangshi suddenly froze on the spot, unable to move an inch.

The hoarse, frantic screams abruptly ceased, replaced by a trembling, soft plea: "No, don't shoot... It was just a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to, I was just too anxious, I was heartbroken for my son... Please, don't shoot!"

Following her horrified gaze, everyone realized that the two guards standing next to Jia Dongxu had moved without them noticing.

The two men each held a pistol, the muzzle pressed firmly against Jia Zhangshi's temple and forehead, respectively.

The dark muzzle of the gun gleamed coldly, exuding a deadly deterrent force.

The guards looked at Jia Zhangshi with cold eyes, as if she were already dead.

Terrified by the deadly pressure, Jia Zhangshi's body went limp, and with two crisp "clangs," the two kitchen knives fell from her hands and landed on the ground.