My sister-in-law from Qingdao

Sun Wenbin probably didn't expect me to fight back. After I punched him, he stood there dumbfounded, clutching his cheek.

But he instantly snapped back to reality, let out a howl, jumped up, grabbed my neck with both hands, and slammed me to the ground with a thud.

Although I am from a rural area, I went to school from a young age. I didn't do much farm work, and at school, I mostly just studied and played video games, hardly participating in any physical exercise.

In comparison, Sun Wenbin is tall and strong.

Moreover, he has several helpers.

I felt fists and shoes raining down on me.

When I came to my senses, they were already gone.

My whole body was swollen and painful, and my head was also broken, with blood flowing down my face and body.

I staggered out of the teahouse.

The people coming and going all looked at me with unfamiliar eyes.

Zhang Wenbin and his friends have long since disappeared, leaving only a distraught and heartbroken me.

When I got downstairs, I tried to stretch my muscles and then took a deep breath.

I discovered that apart from the head injury, the other injuries were not particularly serious; several places were just soft tissue injuries.

Instead of going to the hospital, I went to a small clinic.

The doctor at the clinic asked me what happened, and I said I accidentally tripped and fell while walking.

He cleaned my wound, bandaged it, and then injected me with two bottles of saline solution.

When it was all over, it was already dark when I came out of the small clinic.

The wind in the island city was a bit chilly, making my eyes sting and my face feel itchy.

I reached out and touched it; it was a tear.

Why?

Why don't you pay back the money you owe?

Why would someone who owes money resort to violence?

I thought of calling the police.

They arrived at a nearby police station.

When the police saw my condition, they quickly helped me sit down and poured me a cup of hot water.

I explained the situation, and the police said that to get the money back, I needed evidence, preferably an IOU from my cousin with his signature or fingerprint on it.

I took out my cousin's suicide note.

The police said this couldn't be used as evidence, but they could find Sun Wenbin and handle the matter of him assaulting me.

I refused.

He broke my head, which was a minor injury; at most, he'd be fined a little money.

If that's the case, it will be even harder for my cousin to get his 260,000 yuan.

When I came out of the police station, it was already completely dark.

I was walking alone on the street, feeling very confused.

What should I do next? With my small frame, not only will I not be able to get the money back, but I also won't be able to protect my sister-in-law.

I've decided to start exercising tomorrow.

How I wish I could gain superpowers like the male protagonists in today's online novels.

If I had a ring, a jade pendant, or a book that could make me incredibly powerful, allowing me to travel between heaven and earth, how wonderful that would be.

But I know.

That's just the imagination of online writers; the possibility of such a phenomenon existing in reality is almost zero.

I wandered aimlessly through the streets until I was starving, and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten all day.

I happened to see a barbecue stall on the corner, so I went over and sat down by myself in the corner.

A chubby little girl, holding a small notebook, walked up to me with a smile and asked, "Brother, what would you like to eat?"

"Half a pound of mutton, two grilled squid, five skewers of beef tendon, two skewers of grilled chives, and if you have oysters, give me two."

"Want some draft beer?"

"It's too cold. I can't drink anything too cold because of my head injury. Give me two bottles at room temperature."

The barbecue arrived shortly after, and after two beers, my brain started to get active.

Qingdao is a civilized city.

But in those corners, there are also many uncivilized behaviors.

Sun Wenbin is a prime example of the bedbugs in this city.

This kind of person must be punished.

Law alone is not enough.

So I need to change, I need to change myself, I need to become strong, capable of protecting my cousin's wife, and capable of getting my cousin's money back.

But becoming stronger doesn't seem to be that simple.

While drowning his sorrows in alcohol and lost in thought, he saw someone running towards him from that direction.

This person is bleeding from their head and arms.

The blood he sheds is different from the blood I shed.

I could clearly see that someone had slashed his arm, about ten centimeters long, and the blood had stained one side of his body and his pants red.

The man staggered over, and everyone eating looked up at him.

A few timid people stood up and were about to leave.

When the man ran up to me, he stumbled and fell.

Although his face was covered in blood, I could still see clearly that it was Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was a gangster; he wasn't exactly a good person, nor was he a bad one, but I have to admit, he helped me.

Last time at Shuiyunjian, I was beaten up. If it weren't for his appearance, I might have been beaten to death that day.

His cousin owed him five million, and the man was able to postpone the payment for a year without interest, which shows he's a real man.

I quickly helped him up.

"Brother Zhao, how are you?"

"Help me, help me!"

Zhao Yun looked at me with sorrowful eyes, his mouth moving slightly, his voice low and weak.

"I...I'll take you to the hospital."

I had just helped him sit down in a chair when four people ran over from that direction.

All four men were wearing black vests with dragons and tigers painted on their arms. One of them was holding a sharp machete, while the other three each held an iron rod.

There were still bloodstains on the cleaver, so it's estimated that Zhao Yun was injured by this cleaver.

"If you don't want to die, let him go."

The man with the machete pointed at me and said menacingly.

I don't know if it was because I was feeling too repressed and needed to release it, or because of the two bottles of beer.

I grabbed the two beer bottles and slammed them against the edge of the table. The two bottles instantly broke into two pieces, turning into two sharp daggers.

I pointed at the four people with one of my fingers and said.

"Come on, it's either you die, I die, or we die together."