Courtyard House: The Entire Clan's Extraordinary Marriage to Triplets, a Celestial Beauty

Li Dabiao slowly walked out from behind the crowd, dusted himself off, and glanced at Yi Zhonghai and the others in the courtyard before finally settling on Sha Zhu. His tone was deliberately provocative: "It was him, and that fat woman hiding at the back, plus this pretentious old man—all three of them attacked me just now!"

These words were like a thunderclap. Jia Zhangshi, who was hiding behind Qin Huairu with her neck shrunken, trembled all over. Her fat belly swayed for a long time, and she was instantly filled with panic and swearing.

She carefully recalled that she had only cursed twice, but she hadn't scratched the kid at all. He was just framing her! She didn't dare to argue and turned to try to crawl into her room.

But Li Erniu was much faster than her. He pounced on her with a kick, grabbed Jia Zhangshi's hair, and pulled her backward with such force that she stumbled.

"Trying to run away? You think you can just bully my Uncle Biao and slip away? Not so easy!"

Jia Zhangshi felt her scalp tingle from being pulled so hard that she sat down on the ground with a thud and immediately started throwing a tantrum, wailing at the top of her lungs: "Oh my god! They're hitting people! They're hitting people! They're bullying ordinary people! Is there no one going to do anything about this?!" Her voice was so shrill that it almost shattered everyone's eardrums.

Li Erniu hated this kind of thing the most, and he was too lazy to waste words with her. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

With a sharp "snap," Jia Zhangshi's crying stopped abruptly. Half of her face swelled up instantly, and a little blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Once she had recovered, Jia Zhangshi cried even harder, kicking her arms and legs wildly: "Oh my god! They're going to kill us! Help! These robbers are going to kill us!"

Li Erniu was annoyed by her crying and felt that he was losing face. This fat woman dared to ignore his warning, so he immediately raised his hand and slapped her three more times, each time with more force.

These slaps made Jia Zhangshi see stars and her head buzz; all her previous arrogance vanished.

She stared blankly at Li Erniu with her innocent eyes, blinking stupidly, unable to utter a single sound of commotion. She had even forgotten how to cry; she was completely stunned.

The courtyard fell silent instantly. Qin Huairu was so frightened that she clutched her stomach tightly, shrank back, and didn't dare to breathe. Her heart was pounding: These people are too ruthless!

At this moment, Erdan, who was standing to the side, completely ignored the deathly silence in the courtyard. His eyes darkened and he rushed forward, grabbing Shazhu by the collar and pressing the mirror box at his waist against Shazhu's chest, forcibly pulling him forward until he stumbled.

Sha Zhu was already terrified by what had just happened. When he was pulled and shoved like that, his whole body went limp, and he fell heavily to his knees with a "thud." His knees hit the stone ground, and he gasped in pain.

Da Shan followed closely behind, raising his hand and pressing the Mauser pistol against Sha Zhu's head. The icy touch of the muzzle went straight to his scalp, as if he were about to shoot him on the spot.

Sha Zhu was completely stunned, his eyes were unfocused, his mind was blank, and he even had the illusion that he was dreaming. One second he was thinking of being a bully in the school, and the next second someone was pointing a gun at his head. This change was too sudden.

Qin Huairu, watching from the side, was utterly terrified. Her face turned as white as paper, and her previously feigned composure completely crumbled. She covered her mouth and let out a shrill soprano scream: "Ahhh!"

That shout was incredibly powerful, instantly pulling Sha Zhu back to reality from his daze.

He stiffly turned to look at Qin Huairu, and saw that she was trembling with fear and tears were welling up in her eyes. A pang of heartache flashed in his eyes, and a stubborn streak of defiance also rose up.

He gritted his teeth, stubbornly retorting, "Damn it! If you've got the guts, kill me! Otherwise, I'm not finished with you! What are you trying to prove with that piece of junk? I'm a man of Beijing, why would I be afraid of your firewood? If you didn't have this gun, I could take you all on by myself!"

Upon hearing this, Li Dashan raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile appearing on his face: "Oh, you little bastard! Not only did you bully my Uncle Da Biao, but now you dare to play dumb with me?"

As he spoke, he tossed the mirrored box in his hand to his buddy behind him, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular arms, and raised his hand at Sha Zhu, "Come on, I don't have my 'fire poker' with me right now, you come and hit me and let me see! You call yourself a man of Beijing? Bah! You dare to bully my Uncle Da Biao? I'll give you a good beating!"

When Sha Zhu saw that Da Shan had thrown away his gun, and then looked at the other man's physique, which was about the same size as his own, he was immediately filled with confidence. Just kidding, he had never lost a fight in the factory or the yard. He swung his fists wildly and powerfully. No matter what tricks the other man played, he would beat him up first!

He immediately got up from the ground, patted the dirt off his knees, stiffened his neck and struck an awkward pose, with his hands in front of his chest and his feet shifting back and forth, staring at the mountain with feigned ferocity.

The two stood on either side of the courtyard in the middle, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Yi Zhonghai was so anxious he stamped his feet, wanting to step forward to stop them but not daring to, so he could only wring his hands and say, "Don't hit them! Don't hit them! Let's talk this out!"

Qin Huairu turned pale with fright, clutching her clothes tightly, and muttered softly, "Zhuzi, stop hitting him..."

Jia Zhangshi was still lying on the ground, dazed, staring blankly at the two of them, forgetting even to curse.

Da Shan, however, remained completely calm, slowly adopting a composed stance with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands bent at his knees to protect his waist, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and his entire aura transformed.

Li Dabiao's eyes lit up as he watched from the side. He was very familiar with this posture; it was Tang Fist, a family martial art passed down in his family!

He couldn't help but recall the boast his grandfather had made in his memory, saying that the Li family of Lijia Village were descendants of the Li family of the Tang Dynasty, and that Tangquan was a martial art passed down from the imperial court.

Not to mention him, the transmigrator, even the original owner in his memories didn't believe it at all, thinking it was just the old man talking nonsense because he was old.

However, he learned from the original owner's memories that the village militia and the elderly with a solid foundation in martial arts had indeed practiced Tang boxing.

However, Tang boxing is quite unorthodox. It has no fixed moves. Apart from the basic stances for beginners, everyone develops their own unique style. The original owner always thought it was just for show, all looks and no substance.

Seeing Da Shan adopt a Tang boxing stance, Li Da Biao was extremely curious: was Sha Zhu's wild punch more powerful, or was Da Shan's so-called family-inherited Tang boxing more powerful?

"You little bastard, what are you standing there for? Weren't you going to hit me?"

Da Shan beckoned with his hand, his tone full of sarcasm.

Enraged, Sha Zhu charged forward with a roar, his fists clenched and pounding into Da Shan's chest. It was a chaotic, unorthodox attack, relying entirely on brute force to push forward.