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

He had barely finished speaking when he realized something was off: "Uh... wait a minute! She looks as old as a withered tree bark, how could she be Jia Xiaohua's daughter? Then you're Jia Xiaohua's sister?"

Jia Zhangshi was already furious, and Liu Haizhong's nonsensical words instantly ignited her anger.

She scrambled to her feet, baring her teeth as she lunged at Liu Haizhong: "You heartless Liu Haizhong! Are you blind?! Who's Jia Xiaohua's sister?! Your whole family are sisters! You old bastard, you just got out of jail and you're already spouting nonsense! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

As he spoke, he reached out and scratched Liu Haizhong's face with both hands.

Liu Haizhong was startled. "Holy crap?"

He exclaimed in surprise, only then recognizing the person in front of him, "Jia Zhangshi? You're Jia Zhangshi? What happened to you? You've become so skinny!"

Madam Jia paid no heed to any of that, continuing to hurl insults: "You shameless old beast, how dare you call me a skinny ghost! If I don't scratch your face until it's a rotten persimmon, I'm not a Jia!!"

As she spoke, she lunged at Liu Haizhong again, using both hands and feet, looking exceptionally fierce.

Liu Haizhong was chased by Jia Zhangshi, running in circles around the courtyard, wailing as he ran: "Stop chasing me! Stop chasing me! I admit my mistake, okay?! I was blind, I had a foul mouth, I shouldn't have said those things! You're not Jia Xiaohua's sister, you're Jia Zhangshi, you're young! You're beautiful, isn't that enough?"

But these words didn't stop Jia Zhangshi; instead, they made her even angrier: "You old bastard, you dare to play tricks on me! Today I'll skin you alive!"

Just as Jia Zhangshi was chasing Liu Haizhong around the courtyard and the two were fighting fiercely, an accident suddenly happened. Jia Zhangshi was so focused on lunging forward and grabbing Liu Haizhong that she didn't pay attention to where she was going. With a crisp "crack", she stepped hard on Jia Dongxu's waist, who was lying on the ground.

"Awooo...!"

A scream that was even more piercing, desperate, and heart-wrenching than before suddenly burst from Jia Dongxu's throat.

Jia Dongxu convulsed violently, his already purplish face turned completely bloodless, and he kept making soft whimpering sounds, as if he was about to die.

This kick broke Jia Zhangshi's heart, and she stopped chasing him instantly.

She whirled around, turned her head, and saw her son convulsing in pain, his face deathly pale, unable to speak. Her previously fierce expression instantly crumbled, and she stamped her feet in anguish, her eyes reddening. "Dongxu! My son! What's wrong? Does it hurt? Mother didn't mean it! Mother didn't see you!"

Her voice trembled with anxiety, and she instinctively wanted to lean down to check on Jia Dongxu's condition.

Before she could even bend down, she caught a glimpse of Liu Haizhong shrinking back not far away: "It has nothing to do with me! You stepped on it yourself! Jia Zhangshi, don't you dare do anything reckless! I didn't touch him!"

Already heartbroken for her son, Jia Zhangshi was further provoked by Liu Haizhong's words, which only added fuel to the fire. She felt a surge of anger and nearly collapsed. She steadied herself, turned around, and stared at Liu Haizhong with bloodshot eyes.

The next second, as if she suddenly remembered something, she turned around abruptly and picked up the kitchen knife on the ground!

"Liu Haizhong, you heartless bastard! It's all your fault that my son was killed! If you hadn't been chasing me, would I have stepped on my son? Today, if I don't chop you up, I'm not a Jia!"

As she roared, Jia Zhangshi turned and charged madly at Liu Haizhong.

This completely terrified Liu Haizhong; he was so scared he almost lost his mind.

He'd never seen anything like this before. He could barely dodge the attack when they were chasing him bare-handed, but now they were charging at him with a kitchen knife—they really wanted to kill him!

His legs buckled, and he almost collapsed to his knees, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. "Oh my god!"

He didn't care about putting on any respectable airs or saving face. He turned around and ran towards the courtyard gate, more than twice as fast as when he was being chased. He practically tumbled and crawled.

Jia Zhangshi, wielding a kitchen knife, chased after him relentlessly, her steps quick and hurried, her curses echoing into the distance: "Don't you dare run! Liu Haizhong, you better not run! You stop right there! I'll chop you up today! You can run, but you can't hide! Let's see where you can run now!"

The two rushed out of the yard like a gust of wind, leaving behind a mess, Jia Dongxu groaning on the ground, and a crowd of people who were dumbfounded.

The courtyard was silent for a full three seconds; you could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked at each other, still reeling from the terrifying scene of being chased with a kitchen knife. They stared wide-eyed at the retreating figures of the two people outside the courtyard gate, forgetting even to utter a sound.

Yan Fugui quickly winked at the three old women beside him and gestured with his chin toward the gate.

The three women immediately understood, and without asking any more questions, they turned around and hurriedly chased after her.

Only after the three women disappeared outside the courtyard gate did Zhou Weiguo speak calmly, "Old Yan, hurry up and write the documents."

"Okay! Okay!"

Yan Fugui then seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly responded twice, his tone tinged with a mixture of panic and respect.

Others might not understand, but how could he not guess? Today, Liu Haizhong, Jia Zhangshi, and Jia Dongxu's families have all run into trouble one after another, and it's all such a coincidence. If you say it's just a coincidence, he'd be a complete idiot to believe it.

Thinking of this, Yan Fugui suddenly shivered, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out on his back, trickling down his spine, making him feel cold all over.

He just asked his wife to inform Liu Haizhong about the matter at the hospital. Will Zhou Weiguo take this as meddling in his affairs, or as him opposing him? Will Zhou Weiguo hold a grudge because of this?

Thinking of this, he wished he could kowtow to Zhou Weiguo on the spot to show his loyalty, prove that he had no other intentions and would never dare to oppose him.

But Zhou Weiguo seemed to see right through him, and just glanced at him indifferently, "Stop dawdling, hurry up and prepare paper and pen."

The expressions on the faces of the two police officers in the courtyard grew increasingly strange. They exchanged a glance, both seeing understanding and helplessness in each other's eyes.

They could naturally guess that what was going on in this courtyard was not simple, and that Zhou Weiguo was most likely behind it.

When Jia Zhangshi chased after people with a knife, they actually wanted to step forward to stop her, but when they thought of Zhou Weiguo's identity and the director's repeated instructions, they forcibly suppressed the urge to stop her.

But the situation is different now. After all, if something happened inside the courtyard, Zhou Weiguo could definitely withstand the pressure. But now the two of them have run out. If a murder really happens outside the courtyard, and Zhou Weiguo doesn't show up, then once the higher-ups investigate, if the knife-wielding person commits a crime in front of him and he doesn't stop them, then he'll be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, the older police officer broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. And just as he feared, his very existence was sealed; no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a man's extremely shrill voice suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard.

"ah.............!"

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