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Liu Haizhong was sweating profusely with desperation. Driven by his survival instinct, he disregarded all decorum and instinctively raised his leg to thrust hard into Yi Zhonghai's groin.

With a muffled thud, Yi Zhonghai's body stiffened abruptly, his legs clamped together instantly, and the color drained from his face. His fierce expression froze, replaced by extreme pain. He let out a shrill scream and curled up into a ball.

Just then, Shazhu, who had been hiding in his room listening to the commotion the whole time, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Upon hearing Yi Zhonghai's heart-wrenching screams, he immediately perked up, excitedly pushed open the door and ran out, a gloating smile on his face.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai curled up on the ground, clutching his lower body and looking pale, Sha Zhu happily ran over and pulled Liu Haizhong, who was still lying on the ground, to his feet.

In his heart, although he felt that Liu Haizhong was a bit of a fool, he felt great satisfaction as long as that old beast Yi Zhonghai was dealt with. After all, that old man had conspired with Xu Damao and the others to scheme against him before, and he had not forgotten that debt.

"Pah! Serves you right!" Sha Zhu spat at Yi Zhonghai, his tone full of satisfaction.

As he brushed the dust off Liu Haizhong, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and handed it to him, lighting it for him himself. He smiled and praised, "Uncle Liu, you're quite something! It's been over half a year, and your skills have improved! That groin kick was my signature move back in the day; that bastard Xu Damao was most susceptible to it!"

Upon hearing this, the people in the courtyard could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter, their eyes filled with mockery and ridicule as they looked at Yi Zhonghai.

Someone deliberately raised their voice to tease, "So this is Sha Zhu's unique skill! Old Liu has really mastered the essence!"

Some people gathered together and started bringing up Yi Zhonghai's old grievances: "When he was a big shot, he was so powerful and his word was law. Didn't he side with Sha Zhu when he beat up Xu Damao? Now look at him, he's getting beaten so badly by Lao Liu that he can barely stand, and Sha Zhu is cheering him on from the sidelines. So you see, you can't have a dirty mind, or you'll end up being abandoned by everyone!"

The whispers of the crowd pierced Yi Zhonghai's heart like knives. He had long lost the support of the people and was no longer the respected and awe-inspiring old man who once held sway in the courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai was in excruciating pain in his groin, but the pain in his heart was even greater.

He glared fiercely at the onlookers, his eyes filled with resentment. His legs were still tightly clamped together as he struggled to stand up, but he couldn't muster any strength.

He hated Liu Haizhong's ruthlessness, hated Sha Zhu's opportunistic behavior, and hated their gloating faces even more. At this moment, he wished he could tear them all apart.

Liu Haizhong took a few puffs of his cigarette. The nicotine slightly relieved his fatigue, but when he thought about how he had won by using such a low-down method as kicking the groin, he felt ashamed and a trace of unease crossed his face.

He glanced at Yi Zhonghai, who was glaring at everyone with resentment, sighed softly, and turned to go back to Zhang Cuilan's room. The child's matter was the most important thing right now, and there was no need to waste time with Yi Zhonghai here.

But no one expected that Yi Zhonghai was already driven to the brink by hatred and pain. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was like a wild beast out of control. Only one crazy obsession remained in his mind: Kill him! Kill them all! Liu Haizhong must be killed!

He endured the excruciating pain in his groin, twisting his body with difficulty on the ground, his eyes frantically scanning around, as if searching for a weapon to vent his anger.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Following his gaze, he saw an old, rusty hand axe resting quietly on the woodpile next to Yan Fugui's house outside the moon gate. It was the tool Yan Fugui used for chopping wood.

At that moment, a fierce, scarlet glint flashed in Yi Zhonghai's eyes. He threw all reason and consequences to the back of his mind, staggered towards the woodpile, and grabbed the hand axe in his hand.

This sudden action startled Yan Fugui, who was standing to the side. His eyes widened, and a thought instantly flashed through his mind: Oh no! Old Yi is holding my family's axe! If he really uses this axe to chop Liu Haizhong, wouldn't my family have to pay compensation? The thought of paying compensation made Yan Fugui very scared. He didn't care about being afraid anymore and subconsciously rushed forward to try to snatch the axe from Yi Zhonghai's hand.

Yan Fugui was a thrifty man who had been a shrewd and hardworking man all his life. He was not as strong as Yi Zhonghai, who had worked as a fitter for many years.

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Moreover, Yi Zhonghai was enraged at this moment, and his brute strength was even more astonishing. With a backhand kick, he slammed his leg into Yan Fugui's stomach. With a muffled thud, Yan Fugui fell flat on his face and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up, groaning in pain.

Having overcome Yan Fugui's obstruction, Yi Zhonghai, carrying a heavy hand axe, fixed his gaze on Liu Haizhong, who had just stepped into the house. His steps faltered, but with a deadly resolve, he charged towards the door. This frenzied act instantly silenced the noise in the courtyard. Everyone was stunned, then erupted in screams: "Murder! Stop him!"

The onlookers were terrified and retreated hastily. Some were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they clung tightly to the arms of the people next to them, their eyes filled with terror.

Seeing this, the three women stamped their feet in panic and shouted at Yan Fugui, who was lying on the ground, "Husband! Are you alright? Forget about the axe, saving your life is the most important thing!"

Yan Fugui clutched his stomach and got up, his face pale. He didn't care about the loss of the axe or the possible compensation. He just stood far away and didn't dare to breathe.

Sha Zhu's gloating expression froze instantly. He was so startled that he dropped his cigarette butt and burned his foot without even noticing. He instinctively took a step forward, but then stopped in his tracks, terrified by Yi Zhonghai's crazed appearance. He muttered, "He's gone mad, this old man has really gone mad!"

Liu Haizhong had just stepped half a step into the house when he heard screams and chaotic footsteps behind him. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously turned around to look.

When he saw Yi Zhonghai charging towards him with a blood-soaked hand axe (all from his own nosebleed) and red eyes, he froze instantly. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the fatigue and guilt he felt earlier were instantly replaced by the fear of death.

Zhang Cuilan, holding the child, was about to speak when she caught a glimpse of this horrifying scene. Her heart stopped, and she cried out, "Old Liu! Get out of the way!"

But at that moment, Yi Zhonghai was already right in front of him; everything happened in the blink of an eye.

At this critical moment, a lithe figure suddenly rushed out from the moon gate, like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for Yi Zhonghai who was holding an axe.

"Yi Zhonghai, you son of a bitch! I'm happy you beat up Liu Haizhong! But if you want to chop him up, I'll kick you to death first, you believe me?"

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