He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

At dusk.

Lee Hyori suggested going grocery shopping and cooking.

Yang Jiulang had long coveted her culinary skills, so he immediately agreed.

The three of them went downstairs, turned left out of the residential area, walked through an undeveloped grove of trees, and headed towards the vegetable market.

Suddenly, Yang Jiulang saw two scruffy men disappear in a flash not far away.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in my heart.

Upon closer inspection, the person had vanished.

He comforted himself, hoping he was just overthinking it.

Upon arriving at the market, under the direction of Li Xiaoli and Hou Qinqin, they bought some pork ribs, corn, beef, celery, and chili peppers.

It was already dark when I came out.

Hou Qinqin was in a good mood, and she skipped every two steps, her chest trembling, which made Yang Jiulang uneasy.

"Uncle, I'll make you pork rib and corn soup tonight," Hou Qinqin said, linking her arm with Yang Jiulang's and snuggling up to him. "My sister's soup is so delicious, a hundred times better than any restaurant."

Yang Jiulang tried to pull his arm away, but couldn't. The girl was holding him so tightly that he could feel it deforming.

"Let go and walk properly," Yang Jiulang said in a serious tone.

"No way," Hou Qinqin tilted her head back, blinking her poorly made-up eyes, "If Uncle buys me a dress, I have to hug him."

Yang Jiulang looked helplessly at Lee Hyori on the other side.

Lee Hyori pouted: "Don't look at me like that, this girl is just like that, she'll stick to whoever is nice to her, like a dog."

"You're the one who's like a dog, a wagging dog," Hou Qinqin retorted.

Yang Jiulang couldn't help but smirk as he listened to the two girls bickering.

This everyday life, full of warmth and life, is much better than the days he spends eating fast food alone at the construction site and reading novels back in his dormitory.

Just then, Yang Jiulang's ominous premonition resurfaced.

He sensed an extremely unfriendly gaze.

Yang Jiulang looked around alertly and saw two scruffy men standing in the woods ahead, staring at them.

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat.

This time I saw clearly that they were the two who were kicked away by Lee Hyori during the barbecue that night.

"Hurry up," he said in a low, serious voice.

"What's wrong, Uncle?" Hou Qinqin was still confused.

Following Yang Gulang's gaze, Lee Hyori also saw the two people. Her eyes sharpened, and she quietly walked to the outside of Yang Gulang, protecting him inside.

"Don't panic, just walk normally," Yang Jiulang instructed.

The three quickened their pace and hurried home.

We were about to leave the woods.

"Hey, why are you running?"

With a shout, a group of people suddenly surged out from the end of the woods.

Yang Jiulang roughly counted at least fifteen or sixteen.

Their hair was all brightly colored, their clothes were bizarre, and they were all energetic young men.

Some of them were even smoking.

Leading the group were the green-haired and blue-haired guys who had been kicked that night. Between them was a bald man with a burly build. His arms were thicker than Yang Jiulang's calves, and his right arm was covered in a dark patch. It was unclear whether it was a tattoo or a sun protection sleeve, but he looked cool.

"These are the two women?" The bald man glanced at Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin, his gaze lingering on Lee Hyori's long legs for two seconds. "Damn, they're not bad looking."

Green Hair pointed at Lee Hyori: "Guang-hyung, it's this woman. She's really ruthless. She kicked me three meters away."

"Three meters?" The bald man laughed. "Are you fucking bragging? Even if this woman is a good fighter, could she kick you three meters?"

"It really is Brother Guang! She must have trained; she's at least 2.6 or 2.7 meters tall, if not 3 meters."

The bald man took two steps forward and looked Lee Hyori up and down: "Hey girl, which establishment are you from? Give me your name."

Lee Hyori shielded Yang Jiulang and Hou Qinqin behind her and said coldly, "No class, just a decent person."

"Damn, a decent guy like you dares to be this arrogant?" the bald man laughed. "You dare to hit someone I, Baldy, am protecting?"

"He's being a jerk, he deserves to be hit," Lee Hyori retorted without backing down.

Yang Jiulang stood behind anxiously, thinking to himself, "Li Xiaoli, take it easy. Why are you being so hard, you're a woman?"

Sure enough, the bald man patted his head hard, tilted his head back and chuckled, then looked back at his underlings: "Did you hear that? This girl said we brothers are jerks, we deserve a beating."

A group of thugs burst into laughter.

"Brother Guang, this girl has such long legs, her kicks will definitely be powerful."

"I'd be willing to let her kick me."

"Get lost, if you're going to kick someone, kick me."

"Kick me, kick me, preferably kick me on the shoulder, hehe..."

The more he said those words, the more outrageous they became, and Yang Jiulang got angry.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his fear, and took a step forward.

"Dude," he tried to keep his voice steady, "that night was a misunderstanding. How about this, I'll treat the brothers to a big drink, and we'll call it even, okay?"

The bald man looked at the frail, fair-skinned young man in front of him as if he were a chick.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am……"

"He's our uncle," Hou Qinqin poked her head out from behind Lee Hyori, "Don't bully him, come at me if you dare."

Yang Jiulang frowned.

The bald man chuckled: "Oh, so there's a naive girl here. Girl, you've got a great figure, pretty hot. You look like you're really into men. Can this weakling satisfy you? Why don't you come with me? I promise I'll make you feel good."

Hou Qinqin's face turned bright red with anger: "Get lost! Who wants to go with you, you ugly monster!"

The bald man's smile froze.

"Who the hell are you talking about?"

"You may be bald, but you're clearly not smart," Hou Qinqin said, hiding behind Yang Jiulang, her courage growing. "Who are you talking about? Look at your face, all fleshy and like a pig's head, do you think you're Chen Haonan? Chen Xiaochun is a hundred times more handsome than you."

Yang Jiulang felt a chill run down his spine.

Ancestors, are you trying to die even faster than you think?

Sure enough, the bald man's face turned ashen: "You son of a bitch, beat him to death! Keep those two women alive, cripple the man!"

"No, calm down, calm down, brothers!" Yang Jiulang shouted.

The first one to rush up was that green-haired guy; he was different from the others.

He had been beaten before, so he picked up a stick from the ground.

He hurled the object at Yang Jiulang.

"court death."

Lee Hyori pulled Yang Gulang aside, stepped forward, and delivered a side kick to the waving stick. With a "crack," the stick broke in two. Green Hair was stunned for a moment, but the second kick came right at his chest.

Green Hair flew away with a whoosh.

The bald man was taken aback, estimated the distance the green-haired guy had flown, and exclaimed, "Damn, that's really three meters! Let's all go together!"

A group of people rushed towards Lee Hyori in an instant.

Lee Hyori used both fists and feet, fighting and retreating, until she was gradually forced to a mound of earth.

"Run! You two, run!" Lee Hyori shouted as she fought.

Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth, carrying the vegetables in one hand and holding Hou Qinqin's hand with the other, protecting him.

Looking at Lee Hyori being surrounded.

"We can't run," Yang Jiulang said coldly.

Hou Qinqin, trembling, said, "Yes, we can't run away."

They really can't escape.

Besides the eight or nine people surrounding Lee Hyori, another five or six people, including the bald man, had also surrounded the two of them.

Damn, he knows exactly who's easy to bully.

"Why are you running? Weren't you just yelling a bit?" The bald man approached them and suddenly grabbed Hou Qinqin's hair.

Hou Qinqin was in pain, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she clung tightly to Yang Jiulang's arm and refused to let go.

Yang Jiulang threw away the vegetable basket and forcefully pried open the bald man's hand.

He didn't know where he got the courage, but he shoved the bald man back two steps and shouted, "Don't touch her! Come at me!"

"Hey, not bad, huh?" the bald man laughed. "Alright, I'll grant your wish. Brothers, give them a beating."

Three or four people surrounded him and rained down punches and kicks.

Yang Jiulang received a good education from a young age and had never been in a fight. He didn't even know how to dodge, let alone fight back.

In just one round, the food was spilled and the glasses flew off.

Trembling, he saw that Hou Qinqin had been pushed to the ground, and two thugs were about to attack her with ill intent.

Yang Jiulang roared and rushed over, bending over and pinning Hou Qinqin down.

Immediately afterwards, he was hit all over his body—his back, waist, and legs—with kicks, punches, and knee strikes.

He winced in pain, trying his best not to cry out, and held onto Hou Qinqin's body tightly, refusing to loosen his grip.

Hou Qinqin huddled in Yang Jiulang's arms, feeling the impact of each thrust from the man on her back, listening to his screams, tears streaming down her face...