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

Liu Guangtian's words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, hitting everyone in the courtyard hard. They all gasped in shock, their faces filled with astonishment.

No one expected that this matter would be revealed by Liu Guangtian in public, especially in such a chaotic scene of father and son fighting and the younger brother being injured and bleeding.

For a moment, the courtyard was quiet, then a chorus of whispers rose and fell. People hushed their voices and whispered among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Liu Haizhong, Xu Damao and his wife, and Liu Guangtian, filled with a mixture of amusement and wistful curiosity.

"My God, he actually dared to say that! Guangtian has really broken ties with his father!"

"Old Liu is really pitiful. He just got out of prison and his son exposed his shortcomings. His wife is with Xu Damao, and now this mess has happened in his family."

The murmurs weren't loud, but every word pierced Liu Haizhong's ears. He stood there, stiff as a board, his face drained of color, a blank stare fixed on his son, as if he hadn't understood what Liu Guangtian had said.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his lips trembling, his voice filled with confusion and disbelief, stammering, "What...what...what do you mean?"

He still didn't fully understand what it meant for his wife to be with Xu Damao.

Liu Guangtian's face was contorted with rage, as if he were about to unleash all the resentment and anger he had accumulated over the years. He roared, each word dripping with fury, "Your wife, Song Dahua, ran off with someone! She ran off with that good-for-nothing Xu Damao! And you still have the nerve to put on airs here? You're a complete waste! A total loser! Your wife would rather marry a kid twenty years younger than you than stay with you. Just think how pathetic you are! You're trash!"

These words struck Liu Haizhong like a thunderbolt, instantly pulling him back to reality from his dazed state.

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, staring intently at Liu Guangtian, and asked in a trembling voice, "You... what did you say? Da Hua... she's with Xu Damao?"

Liu Guangtian was clearly desperate at this point. He looked at his father with a mocking expression and said loudly again, "You're not deaf, what I'm saying is true. This is your retribution, hahaha."

Liu Haizhong suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Liu Guangtian by the collar, his eyes filled with disbelief, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "You...you're lying to me! This can't be! How could Da Hua be with Xu Damao? You're lying to me, aren't you! Tell me you're lying to me, aren't you?"

He clung tightly to Liu Guangtian, as if grasping at the last straw, refusing to accept this cruel reality.

Liu Guangtian felt a sharp pain from being pulled so hard, and the hatred in his eyes intensified. He abruptly shook off the man's hand, glared at him, and roared through gritted teeth, "Why would I lie to a piece of trash like you? Everyone in the compound knows about this. How could it be fake? Director Wang personally issued the marriage certificate!"

He paused, then deliberately used the most cutting tone to stab Liu Haizhong in the sore spot, "Your wife and Xu Damao were fooling around in the house in broad daylight, and Director Wang caught them red-handed. They had no choice but to get a marriage certificate! Now you know, right? You're just trash, a good-for-nothing who can't even keep his wife in check and nobody wants you! If I were you, I would have killed myself long ago, instead of embarrassing myself here!"

These words were like daggers to the heart. Liu Haizhong staggered back two steps, his face ashen, muttering to himself as if he had lost his soul.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence in the courtyard: "Guangtian, if you don't want your brother to die, take him to the hospital immediately. Otherwise, Liu Haizhong might not have a chance to worry about his wife's situation, and he might end up with a gun for murder."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Zhou Weiguo who was speaking.

He remained leaning against the wall, his expression indifferent, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight.

Liu Guangtian was jolted, turning sharply to look at Liu Guangfu, who was lying on the ground, clutching his head and wailing, his face half-stained with blood. Panicked, he slapped himself, his voice filled with guilt and urgency: "Thank you for reminding me, Uncle Weiguo! I'll take my brother to the hospital right now!"

After saying that, he didn't care about arguing with Liu Haizhong anymore. He rushed to Liu Guangfu's side, bent down, and tried to carry his younger brother on his back.

Seeing this, Liu Haizhong tried to pull Liu Guangtian forward to ask him more about Song Dahua, mumbling "Dahua...wait a minute."

Annoyed by his harassment, Liu Guangtian didn't hold back and kicked Liu Haizhong in the stomach with a swift and decisive motion.

With a muffled "thud," Liu Haizhong, already weak and exhausted, was now on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to Song Dahua and Xu Damao's marriage registration spree. The kick sent him flying backward, landing hard on his backside. He lay there for a long time, unable to get up, letting out a painful groan.

Seeing this, Yan Fugui quickly turned to Yan Jiecheng beside him and said, "Jiecheng, hurry, you help follow Guangtian and take Guangfu to the hospital. It'll be good to have someone to look after him on the way."

He then shouted loudly at Liu Guangtian's retreating figure, "Guangtian! Did you bring any money?"

Liu Guangtian, carrying Liu Guangfu on his back, kept walking and shouted without turning his head, "Thanks, Uncle! I brought the money!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two figures rushed out of the courtyard gate and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Zhou Weiguo watched the two figures leave nervously, nodded slightly without making a sound, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes. This kid does have some affection for his younger brother.

Actually, he had deliberately scared them. With his keen senses, he had already seen that Liu Guangfu had only suffered a scalp laceration. The wound looked scary, but it hadn't damaged any bones or vital organs. He would be fine after a few stitches and treatment at the hospital.

Once the footsteps of Liu Guangtian and his brother had completely faded away, the courtyard fell silent once more.

All eyes, like spotlights, once again focused on Liu Haizhong, their gazes a mixture of sympathy, mockery, disdain, and a hint of anticipation for a good show.

After all, with his wife running off with someone else, his son kicking him to the ground, and his youngest son injured and hospitalized, Liu Haizhong's first day out of prison was an extremely miserable one.

Liu Haizhong was enveloped by the diverse gazes of the crowd. Those sympathetic, mocking, and disdainful looks were like countless needles, piercing his heart and completely crushing his last line of psychological defense.

He let out a sudden roar, completely collapsing. In his unfocused gaze, he caught sight of a blue brick stained with Liu Guangfu's blood. He bent down and grabbed it, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes surging with an almost insane killing intent.

"Xu Damao! You shameless little beast!"

He roared, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, "I'll smash you two to death today! I'll take you both down with me!"