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

The screams outside the courtyard were shrill and desperate, clear enough to send chills down one's spine even through the courtyard wall, and many people couldn't help but shiver when they heard them.

The two police officers turned deathly pale instantly. They exchanged a glance and saw undisguised terror in each other's eyes.

"Oh no!" The two shouted almost simultaneously, no longer caring about what was happening inside the courtyard, and rushed out of the courtyard, clearly afraid that someone might actually die.

The people in the courtyard were also terrified by the scream, all looking out with alarmed expressions, their whispers filled with unease. "My God, that sound... could it be that Liu Haizhong has been hacked to pieces by Jia Zhangshi?"

"This is terrible! If someone dies, our institute's reputation will be completely ruined!"

Just as everyone was filled with fear and unease, Yan Fugui ran out of the house. He probably hadn't heard the chilling scream clearly from inside. With a hint of eagerness to please on his face, he held a pen and paper in his hand and quickly walked up to Zhou Weiguo, carefully laying the paper on the stone table next to him.

After taking a deep breath, he quickly wrote a document with a flick of his wrist.

Zhou Weiguo stepped forward, took the document from Yan Fugui, and quickly scanned it.

He nodded in satisfaction after confirming that the document was concise and clear, with a clear division of responsibilities and no loopholes. He then picked up a pen, signed his name, and pressed his fingerprint next to it.

Just after I finished signing, footsteps could be heard again outside the courtyard gate.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jia Zhangshi walking into the courtyard alone with a cold face and a sinister look in her eyes. She walked straight toward Zhou Weiguo, and there was a fierce aura about her.

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

Upon seeing her appearance, everyone instinctively took two steps back, fearing that this madwoman would chop them up.

Zhou Weiguo, however, didn't care at all. He looked at Jia Zhangshi who was approaching and said with a half-smile, "Alright, the document was written by Yan Laokou. Take a look, and if there are no problems, sign it."

Jia Zhangshi remained silent, staring intently at Zhou Weiguo with her triangular eyes, a venomous light surging within them. She had thought that by chasing Liu Haizhong with a kitchen knife and returning with that same ferocity, she could frighten Zhou Weiguo, make him afraid of her, and thus force him to pay more money.

To her utter disappointment, Zhou Weiguo showed no fear whatsoever; instead, his eyes were full of mockery, as if he had seen through her tricks long ago.

Little did Jia Zhangshi know that Zhou Weiguo had clearly sensed everything she had seen outside, from frightening Liu Haizhong to even striking him on the shoulder with the back of a kitchen knife.

In Zhou Weiguo's eyes, her pretentious tactics were laughably naive.

"Alright, sign it if you want, otherwise I'm done with this."

Seeing her frozen in place, Zhou Weiguo scoffed, his tone laced with undisguised mockery, "I'm not stupid. If you really had killed someone, would those two policemen have let you come back unharmed? Stop putting on airs. Who are you trying to impress?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Jia Zhangshi's wishful thinking.

She sighed helplessly, secretly resenting Zhou Weiguo for being so stubborn, but seeing his indifferent expression, she knew that her tricks wouldn't fool him.

After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her head and stared intently at the document, her face full of hesitation and doubt.

Zhou Weiguo saw through her little scheme, a half-smile playing on his lips. Too lazy to waste words with her, he pulled out a stack of brand-new black 10-yuan notes from his pocket, counted out thirty, and slammed them onto the stone table.

The sound of banknotes scattering instantly drew Jia Zhangshi's full attention.

"What? Don't want to sign? Reluctant to sign?"

Zhou Weiguo spoke slowly, his tone laced with threat, "If you really don't want Jia Dongxu to stand up again, don't want him to receive treatment, and want him to be bedridden for the rest of his life, then keep dragging it out. Anyway, I have plenty of time to waste. We'll see who outlasts whom. In any case, I'm not the one lying on the ground right now."

These words instantly struck at Jia Zhangshi's Achilles' heel.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes fixed on the large black stone on the stone table like a hungry wolf, her hesitation and indecision instantly replaced by greed.

She glanced quickly at Jia Dongxu, who was lying on the ground behind her, groaning.

If her son's treatment is delayed and he becomes paralyzed for life, then she won't have anyone to rely on for her old age! Who will earn money to support her in the future? Who will serve her tea and water?

Thinking of this, Jia Zhangshi no longer cared about any scheming and grabbed the pen from Yan Fugui's hand.

She clumsily signed her name on the document, her handwriting crooked and extremely ugly. After signing, she hurriedly pressed her fingerprint next to her name.

As soon as she pressed her handprint, she impatiently stretched out her dark hand and reached for the large black object on the stone table.

"Slap!" Zhou Weiguo's hand moved with lightning speed, slapping her hand across the back.

"Ouch!"

Jia Zhangshi winced in pain, gasped for breath, and was about to curse when Zhou Weiguo raised his hand to interrupt her.

"What's the rush?"

Zhou Weiguo said coldly, "Your signature and fingerprint alone are not enough. For this document to be valid, it also needs Jia Dongxu's signature and fingerprint. After all, he was the one who was injured, and this compensation is nominally for him. He needs to confirm it in person. Your signature alone is not enough."

Speechless after being confronted by Zhou Weiguo, Jia Zhangshi gritted her teeth, her triangular eyes fixed on him with resentment and venom, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

But when her gaze swept over the stack of brand-new black bills on the stone table, her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and most of her fierceness instantly dissipated.

The money is right in front of us; we can't let this last step ruin everything.

She suppressed her anger, grabbed the documents and pen, and strode over to Jia Dongxu, who was still groaning on the ground.

"Dongxu! Dongxu! Wake up! Sign it now!"

Madam Jia squatted down, her voice filled with urgency. She reached out and patted Jia Dongxu's face. "Once you sign the papers, Mother will take you to the hospital and give you a proper checkup. I promise I'll cure you!"

At this moment, Jia Dongxu was tormented by the excruciating pain in his lower back, making his mind somewhat hazy and his consciousness sluggish. Hearing Jia Zhangshi's voice, he opened his eyes in a daze, unable to focus his gaze.

He didn't hear what Jia Zhangshi said at all, nor could he see the contents of the document. He just instinctively drew a name crookedly where Jia Zhangshi pointed.

As soon as he finished signing, Jia Zhangshi grabbed his hand and pressed his fingerprint firmly next to his name.

Once the signatures and seals were confirmed, Jia Zhangshi didn't dare to delay for a moment. She quickly stood up, took the documents, and ran to Zhou Weiguo to hand them over.

Zhou Weiguo took the document, glanced at it casually, and seeing that Jia Dongxu's signature and fingerprint were complete, he confirmed that there was no problem before slowly nodding.