Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Before Fan Laibao could even stand up straight, Chang Kun had already made his move.

He specifically targets the softest parts of the body, such as the inner thighs, the armpits, and the thin layer of flesh near the ribs.

The blows were heavy, but they avoided bones and joints, making Fan Laibao howl in pain and gasp for breath, but without causing any serious injury.

He slapped her twice, cursing as he did so.

"You don't care that your father is lame, and you don't care that your mother is going blind!"

"All three members of your family are as thin as sticks, and you're the only one eating out?"

"You cheated your wife out of her money, and you swindled your parents out of their food. How dare you?"

"Even if your aunt is here, she'll still beat you up."

Fan Laibao covered his head, took two steps back, and suddenly pulled something out of his waistband and slapped it directly at Chang Kun's face.

Chang Kun dodged to the side, then grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

Fan Laibao bent over in pain. The thing fell to the ground; it was a small, rusty folding knife, the blade shorter than Chang Kun's finger.

Chang Kun kicked the knife aside and punched Fan Laibao a few more times, specifically targeting the softer areas he had just hit, making Fan Laibao's face strewn with tears and snot from the pain.

He was panting heavily, lying on the ground, his face bruised and bloody, but none of his bones were broken and he could still stand up and walk.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glared fiercely at Chang Kun, his eyes filled with hatred.

"You're finished! Just you wait!"

"I have many brothers in Tangshan. If you hit one of me, I'll call ten!"

"I can't beat you, but my brothers can! Do you dare let me go call for backup?"

Chang Kun looked at him and smiled.

"Okay, go call them. I'll wait at home."

Fan Laibao got up from the ground, staggered a couple of times, turned around and glared at Chang Kun, uttering a harsh remark.

"You wait, I'll bleed you dry today!"

He limped a few steps, then looked back again, afraid that Chang Kun would catch up from behind.

Chang Kun watched his retreating figure and shook his head.

How could such a bizarre thing exist?

If you can't beat them, just admit defeat; there's no shame in it.

He still dares to be arrogant and call me "brother"?

If we weren't relatives, I would have loved to stab him in the leg with that knife.

Thinking that he was his aunt's younger brother, and that the old lady only had one son, he knew that it would be heartbreaking for the elderly couple if he hurt him, so he stopped, at least holding back some of his strength.

What a good-for-nothing.

Chang Kun walked back, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Tao Hong carrying a box coming out of the side room.

The old lady followed behind, one hand holding onto the door frame, the other pulling the peach-colored suitcase, muttering to herself.

"Taohong, don't go. Father said he'll teach him a lesson later, and he'll definitely change..."

Tao Hong didn't let go, pulling the box closer to her chest. She turned around to look at the old lady, her voice harsh.

"Mother, in all these years since I married into this family, have I been lazy and idle? Have I handed over my salary? Have I fulfilled my filial duties?"

"What about him? He cheated me out of my money, he cheated you out of your money, he cheated both of you, and then he wouldn't admit it. What kind of relationship did I have with him?"

The old lady opened her mouth, tears welled up again, and her hand was still on the box, unwilling to let go.

Seeing the old lady's expression, Tao Hong softened her tone.

"Mother, you two are good people. I'm just unlucky to have ended up with such a man."

"I've misunderstood you all along. It was Laibao who was behind this. I apologize to you."

He bowed to the old lady and called out into the house, "Father, I'm sorry."

Fan Degui remained inside the house, only a long sigh could be heard.

The old lady held onto Tao Hong's hand tightly, refusing to let go, and then tugged at Chang Kun's sleeve.

"Xiao Kun, please try to persuade them. Couples fight and then make up quickly. Why do they get divorced so easily? Please say something for your mother..."

Chang Kun looked at Tao Hong, then at the old lady, and shook his head.

There's no way he can persuade you about this.

The old lady was stunned for a moment.

"She should go back and think it over carefully, and Lai Bao should also think it over carefully before making a decision."

"If we force them to stay now, it will definitely cause a huge uproar, and you two elders will suffer as a result."

He thought to himself, "What a load of rubbish!"

Should Tao Hong be advised to stay in this fiery pit?

Fan Laibao is such a scoundrel. He cheated his wife out of money, swindled his parents out of their food, and even made his parents lie when his wife wanted a divorce. Is this the kind of thing a human being would do?

If Tao Hong were his own sister, he would have let her run away long ago!

The old woman opened her mouth, took a step back, tears still on her face, her lips trembling several times, and finally only managed to say one sentence.

"Taohong, then...you go back and stay for a few days. When Laibao is awake, let him come and pick you up."

Tao Hong didn't respond to that, and walked out with her suitcase.

He paused at the gate, glanced back at the old lady, but said nothing more before turning and leaving the yard.

When the old lady asked about her son again, Chang Kun only said, "I chased him away."

The old lady's expression changed, and she rubbed her hands together repeatedly on her clothes. Her voice suddenly became tense.

"Xiao Kun, you'd better leave quickly. I know my son; he'll definitely send his cronies to get revenge."

"You can't fight so many of them by yourself, hurry up and go."

Fan Degui also came out of the house, stood still with his arms around the door frame, looking worried, and sighed.

"Xiao Kun, you should avoid this for now, lest you suffer a loss."

"I know what kind of people that kid knows; none of them are good. You don't need to go against them."

Chang Kun shook his head, smiled, and didn't move.

A few thugs?

He's taken down wild boars and black bears, and he's arrested countless murderers and enemy agents. Why would he be afraid of those few bastards?

He wanted to see what kind of people Fan Laibao could summon.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Fan Degui sighed, went back into the house, and sat down blankly at the octagonal table.

After sitting for a while, he suddenly clutched his head with both hands: "How did I end up with this thing...?"

He stopped mid-sentence.

It's all because his mother spoiled him; now he can't be changed.

He looked up and glanced at the old woman at the door.

The old lady's eyes narrowed to slits. When Fan Degui looked into those eyes, the words of reproach stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

How did my wife's eyesight deteriorate? She embroidered day and night to save money for our son's wedding; it wore her out.

How can he possibly blame her now?

He turned his head away, averted his gaze, and lowered his voice.

"Xiao Kun, when you go back to the capital, don't tell Er Ni about this. She's heavily pregnant, don't let her worry. Just say everything's fine at home, everything's alright..."

Chang Kun glanced at the old man and nodded.

Separated by distance, they only share good news and not bad; truly, the hearts of parents are full of love and concern.

After a while, Fan Degui raised his head again, looked at Chang Kun, and pleaded with his face.

"Take this advice, Xiao Kun. Stay away for now and come back after that bastard leaves."

Chang Kun shook his head again.

Even if Xiao Shui weren't here, he couldn't just leave like that.

Fan Laibao hasn't been beaten into submission yet!

If we don't teach him a lesson and make him submit, who knows what other trouble he might cause later.