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Upon hearing Yi Zhonghai's angry banging on the door outside, the expressions of the two people inside changed simultaneously, and the atmosphere that had just eased instantly became tense again.

Liu Haizhong instinctively shrank behind Zhang Cuilan, but as soon as he stood still, he felt something was off. Yes, Yi Zhonghai and Zhang Cuilan were divorced, and the house belonged to Zhang Cuilan now. What was he afraid of?

Thinking of this, he straightened his back slightly, stared warily at the door, and lowered his voice: "Cuilan, why did Yi Zhonghai come here? Didn't you divorce him? How dare he interfere in your affairs?" His tone was tinged with confusion and impatience at being disturbed.

Zhang Cuilan took a deep breath, quickly concealing the panic in her eyes. She reached out and pressed Liu Haizhong's arm, signaling him to calm down. In a calm tone, she addressed the doorway, "I need to talk to Second Uncle about something. Old Yi, don't worry about it. Go back first." She deliberately slowed her speech, trying to calm Yi Zhonghai down. At the same time, she gave Liu Haizhong a look, signaling him to stay calm and be prepared.

Yi Zhonghai, already seething with anger because of Song Dahua's revelations, was even more furious upon hearing that Liu Haizhong had entered Zhang Cuilan's house. His banging intensified, the door rattling loudly as if it were about to be smashed open. "What's the matter? Why can't you say it in front of everyone in the yard? Why do you have to shut the door?! What do you want? Liu Haizhong, you get the hell out here!" Yi Zhonghai's roar, mixed with the banging, echoed through the yard, drawing the neighbors who had been scattered around to gather around the doorway, peering inside.

Liu Haizhong was already seething with anger because of what had happened before. Hearing Yi Zhonghai's insults, his temper flared up instantly. He couldn't hold back any longer and was about to rush out to argue when Zhang Cuilan grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Old Liu, don't be impulsive!"

Zhang Cuilan's voice was urgent and her tone unusually forceful, "Now is not the time to fall out. Once things get out of hand, the child's situation will be exposed, and then it will be troublesome!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Haizhong scratched his head in frustration, his chest heaving violently, but he had to forcefully suppress the anger in his eyes.

He knew Zhang Cuilan was right, but being cornered and verbally abused by Yi Zhonghai in the house was something he couldn't swallow. "But we can't just let him keep yelling at us like this, can we?"

No sooner had Liu Haizhong finished speaking than Yi Zhonghai outside the door became completely enraged. He pounded on the door even harder, his shouts becoming shrill and piercing: "Liu Haizhong! Get out here! What are you doing in my house in broad daylight? Are you out of your mind? Your wife divorced you, what are you doing here causing trouble?"

Yi Zhonghai grew increasingly agitated with his insults, his words becoming more and more offensive: "Your wife doesn't want you anymore, so you come to my house to harass her? Are you out of your mind? Let me tell you, Zhang Cuilan is mine, so stop causing trouble!"

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting Liu Haizhong's suppressed anger, making him so furious that he nearly lost his mind.

The anger he had just forcibly suppressed could no longer be contained. When had he, the God of War of the Liu family, ever suffered such humiliation? All thoughts of the child's secrets and the need for forbearance and restraint were thrown to the winds.

He abruptly bypassed Zhang Cuilan's obstruction, disregarding everything else, turned around and rushed forward to pull open the door latch, then kicked the door panel with all his might.

With a loud "bang," the old door was kicked open and the door frame slammed heavily onto Yi Zhonghai's nose, who was standing right in front of the door hurling insults.

Yi Zhonghai groaned and staggered back two steps. The nosebleed that had just been stopped gushed out again, staining his lips and the front of his clothes red, making him look extremely disheveled.

Liu Haizhong rushed out of the house right after him, his eyes filled with a fierce light. He didn't give Yi Zhonghai a chance to react at all and started throwing a flurry of wild punches at him.

Punches rained down on Yi Zhonghai's face and chest, while he cursed incessantly: "What the hell are you spouting! Cuilan divorced you a long time ago, who do you think you are! You dare to curse me? I'll beat you to death, you old bastard!"

Yi Zhonghai was forced to retreat repeatedly, his nose bleeding more and more, and his vision became blurred, but he was not willing to give in and raised his hand to fight back. The two of them instantly started fighting.

Zhang Cuilan rushed out of the house and, seeing the two wrestling, her face changed drastically. She rushed forward to break up the fight while urgently shouting, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Someone will die if you keep going!"

The crowd gathered at the door erupted in chaos. Some people backed away in fright, some crossed their arms and watched the commotion, and others wanted to break up the fight but were afraid of getting hurt.

Yan Fugui quickly pulled back the three women who were itching to go ahead, whispering, "Don't go! These two are blinded by rage; if you go up there, you'll just get beaten up!"

Zhou Weiguo's figure reappeared slowly at the entrance of the east courtyard, arms crossed, watching coldly with a hint of amusement in his eyes, clearly pleased with the farce.

The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of discussion.

"What's wrong with Lao Yi? Didn't he divorce Zhang Cuilan? What do you mean by 'his wife'?"

"That's right! Old Yi and Cuilan are divorced, so the house should belong to Cuilan. He still comes here banging on the door and causing trouble; he's just bored!"

"I think there's something fishy going on here. Otherwise, why would Lao Liu fight so fiercely with Yi Zhonghai? Maybe it's because they're jealous of Cuilan!"

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were locked in a fierce battle. Yi Zhonghai wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes bloodshot, completely ignoring the excruciating pain in his nose. Every punch he threw was filled with pent-up frustration, slamming hard into Liu Haizhong.

He hated Song Dahua for exposing his secrets and making him lose face, hated Liu Haizhong for coming to his house to see Zhang Cuilan, and hated everyone in the courtyard for laughing at him. All his resentment turned into the force of his fists and feet.

Liu Haizhong was already furious about Song Dahua's affair. After being insulted and provoked by Yi Zhonghai, he completely lost his will to endure it. He threw punches at Yi Zhonghai's face, and his curses never stopped.

After a while, Liu Haizhong's movements gradually slowed down, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly showing signs of fatigue.

After all, he had spent more than half a year in labor reform on the farm, where he was often hungry and cold, and his body was already depleted, far from what it used to be.

If this had happened a year ago, Yi Zhonghai would have had to put in a lot of effort to deal with this 200-pound fat man.

Yi Zhonghai keenly sensed Liu Haizhong's relaxation, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pounced, knocking Liu Haizhong to the ground. He then flipped over and straddled Liu Haizhong, raining punches on his face and body.

Liu Haizhong was pinned down and unable to move. His chest felt tight and his face stung from the punches he had received.