Er Gou, life in the countryside is so carefree!

Li Dazhuang's shout was rough and hoarse, like a broken gong, making the window paper vibrate.

He was a big guy, and when he stood in the doorway, he blocked half of the light, and the room immediately became dark.

Li Dazhuang glared at Widow Wang with his bull-like eyes, first giving her a fierce look.

Then he stared intently at Chen Ergou by the kang (a heated brick bed), his eyes looking as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Widow Wang, Li Cuihua, turned pale with fright and frantically tried to get up from the kang (a heated brick bed).

But with Chen Ergou holding half of her body down, and the massage she had just received leaving her weak, she lost her balance and slumped down again, hurriedly trying to explain:

"Big...Big Zhuang, what nonsense are you talking about! Er Gou is...he's here to massage my back, I hurt my back..."

"A back massage? Do you need to lock the door for a back massage? Why are you blushing while getting a back massage?"

Li Dazhuang spat and stepped into the house.

"Chen Ergou, you penniless orphan, how dare you have designs on my woman? You're asking for trouble!"

Li Dazhuang was a local bully in the village. Relying on his father being the village party secretary, he usually acted arrogantly and no one dared to mess with him.

He had long regarded Widow Wang as the meat in his bowl, how could he allow anyone else to touch her?

Now that he'd caught him red-handed, he was furious. He swung his thick arm and grabbed at Chen Ergou, intending to drag him off the bed and beat him up.

If this had happened half a month ago, Chen Ergou would have been so frightened by Li Dazhuang's demeanor that his legs would have cramped and he would have turned and run away.

But for some reason today, although Chen Ergou's heart skipped a beat, he felt a surge of anger rising within him.

Especially when he saw Li Dazhuang's confident look, and then looked at the trembling Widow Wang beside him.

It was as if the book "Dragon King's Secret" in his mind had turned a few pages on its own, and a warm current rose from his lower abdomen, instantly spreading throughout his body.

In the blink of an eye, Li Dazhuang's hand was about to grab Chen Ergou's collar.

Widow Wang screamed in fright and closed her eyes.

Chen Ergou suddenly moved.

He didn't make any fancy moves; he simply raised his right hand and lightly blocked forward, meeting Li Dazhuang's outstretched wrist.

A muffled thud.

Li Dazhuang felt as if his hand had hit a red-hot iron rod, so hot and hard that it made his entire arm go numb.

He let out a strange cry of "Ouch!" and abruptly withdrew his hand, staring at Chen Ergou in disbelief.

"What...what kind of weird trick are you using, kid?"

Chen Ergou himself was a little stunned.

He had subconsciously activated that heat flow, but he didn't expect it to have such a powerful effect.

He jumped down from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), blocking Widow Wang's path, and tilted his head to look at Li Dazhuang:

"Brother Dazhuang, Sister Cuihua doesn't want to. What kind of skill is it to force her?"

"I'm willing, so what? Who are you to talk nonsense?"

Li Dazhuang was furious and embarrassed, feeling that he had lost face in front of women. He couldn't swallow this insult.

He cursed, then swung his other fist and smashed it with all his might towards Chen Ergou's face.

If that punch landed, it would definitely break Chen Ergou's nose.

Widow Wang had just opened her eyes when she saw this scene, and she shouted anxiously, "Er Gou, get out of the way!"

Chen Ergou was now more confident. He didn't dodge or flinch. Just as the fist was about to hit him, he suddenly ducked down, moving as fast as an eel in the water, and slipped into Li Dazhuang's arms.

At the same time, his shoulder, propelled by the force of the impact, slammed firmly into Li Dazhuang's chest.

This time, Chen Ergou used the trick he had just figured out, and the heat surged up as well.

"Well!"

Li Dazhuang felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a sledgehammer, and he couldn't catch his breath, staggering back several steps.

With a loud thud, he slammed into the door frame and fell to the ground with a thud. His mouth was wide open like a fish out of water, only able to exhale but not inhale, his face turning red.

Chen Ergou straightened up, clapped his hands, walked over to Li Dazhuang, squatted down, and looked at him: "Brother Dazhuang, are we still going to fight?"

Li Dazhuang finally caught his breath, and looking at the cold glint in Chen Ergou's eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine.

This kid is weird! Absolutely weird! How did Chen Ergou, who used to be so quiet you couldn't even fart after three blows, become so powerful today?

He struggled to get up, but his body felt limp and he couldn't muster any strength.

"You...you just wait..."

Li Dazhuang, blustering but cowardly, uttered a harsh threat, then scrambled out of the house and ran out of the courtyard gate in a disheveled state, not daring to look back.