Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

With a livid face, Yi Zhonghai strode to the center of the courtyard.

He glanced at Jia Zhangshi, who was splashing and rolling around in the mud.

Then he turned to look at Zhang Huaimin, who was standing under the eaves as if nothing had happened.

"Huaimin! What's going on?"

Yi Zhonghai put on a stern face and adopted the imposing demeanor of an old man.

"Aunt Jia was trying to help you, how could you push an elder into the trough?"

"At such a young age, he's already learned to hit people? This is outrageous!"

Yi Zhonghai's voice was loud, carrying a clear bias and reprimand.

The neighbors held their breath, waiting to see how this orphan would end up.

Sha Zhu chimed in, "That's right, Huaimin, this is your fault. Quickly apologize to Aunt Jia."

Zhang Huaimin remained calm in the face of Yi Zhonghai's pressure.

He gently placed the plaque he was holding on the ground.

Then she raised her head, her clear eyes meeting Yi Zhonghai's gaze without any hesitation.

"Sir, are your eyesight bad?"

Zhang Huaimin spoke in a childish voice, his clear and crisp tone reaching everyone's ears.

"I'm only five years old, and my legs aren't even as thick as Aunt Jia's."

"How could I possibly push her that far?"

"It was clearly Aunt Jia herself who flew out like a big ball in a flash."

At this point, Zhang Huaimin stretched out his two short arms and exaggeratedly made a flying motion.

"The old lady flew so high, I thought she was going to fly to the sky."

"Pfft—"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

These words were like a resounding slap in the face to Jia Zhangshi and Yi Zhonghai.

Yes, everyone's not blind.

How could a five-year-old child possibly push a 150-pound old woman away?

This is completely illogical.

Yi Zhonghai was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time, his old face turning bright red.

He couldn't very well tell the whole hospital that this five-year-old child knew qigong, could he?

Jia Zhangshi, furious in the sink, slapped her thigh repeatedly: "You're talking nonsense! It was you, you little brat, who pushed me!"

Zhang Huaimin ignored her completely, only pouting in grievance.

"Auntie, you're stealing my father's pension and trying to take over my house."

"If you can't get it, you fall down and blame me."

"Director Wang said that bullying the orphans of martyrs will result in being sent to a labor camp."

"I'll go find Director Zhou later and have him see how you fly."

Upon hearing "reform through labor" and "Director Zhou," Jia Zhangshi's wailing abruptly ceased.

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed inwardly at how sharp-tongued this kid was.

Just as the court was in complete chaos and everyone's attention was drawn to Jia Zhangshi.

Nobody noticed.

A small, thin figure was sneaking along the covered walkway towards the backyard.

It was none other than the Jia family's precious darling—Bang Geng.

Banggeng is eight years old this year, which is the age when he is not studying well and is not clean.

He felt a pang of disappointment when he saw that his grandmother hadn't managed to grab any money.

However, his thieving eyes darted around, and a plan immediately came to mind.

Xu Damao went to the countryside to show a movie today.

There are two plump old hens in the chicken coop in his backyard!

A laying hen and a large red rooster used specifically for breeding.

Banggeng has been craving meat for a long time.

With everyone in the hospital watching Grandma throw a tantrum in the middle courtyard, it's the perfect opportunity to steal a chicken!

Banggeng tiptoed to the backyard.

Xu Damao's chicken coop was right at the base of the wall, haphazardly nailed together with a few broken wooden strips.

Banggeng swallowed hard, as if he could already smell the aroma of roast chicken.

He squatted down, stretched out his dirty little hands, and skillfully fiddled with the latch of the chicken coop.

At this time.

Zhang Huaimin felt he had watched enough of the show at the Central Courtyard, so he made an excuse to go to the toilet and strolled over to the backyard.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw Banggeng sticking out his butt, ready to steal a chicken.

Zhang Huaimin stopped in his tracks, a playful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

The white-eyed wolf is a pun.

The little beast in the original story who robbed the courtyard house and caused chaos.

Since we've run into him today, let's teach him a lesson he'll never forget.

Zhang Huaimin made no announcement, but quietly approached the chicken coop.

He reached out his little hand and gently touched the dozing red rooster through the wooden fence.

"System, initiate fusion!"

Zhang Huaimin silently recited it in his heart.

[Ding! Target creature detected: Ordinary rooster.]

[Host intent detected. Special item redeemed from the system shop: Angry Battle Gene (Berserk Version)!]

[Merging...Merging successful!]

A barely perceptible red light instantly entered the rooster's body.

The rooster, which had been drooping its head, suddenly opened its eyes.

Those tiny, beady chicken eyes actually gleamed with a human-like, ferocious red light!

Its comb instantly became engorged with blood, turning a vibrant red, and each feather stood up like a steel needle.

A violent fighting aura suddenly erupted from this ordinary rooster.

Meanwhile, the stick-shaped stylist was completely unaware of this.

He finally managed to pry open the latch on the chicken coop.

Excitedly, he reached into the chicken coop and grabbed at the big red rooster.

"Fat chicken, come with me obediently, we'll have a whole roasted chicken today!"

Banggeng thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.

however.

His hand hadn't even touched the rooster's feathers yet.

The "fighting rooster," which had completely mutated, let out a sharp crow that pierced the sky!

"Giggle giggle—!!!"

The sound was terrifyingly loud, almost like the engine noise of a fighter jet taking off.

Followed by.

The rooster leaped out of the coop like an arrow.

Its sharp claws landed with pinpoint accuracy on the stalk's face.

"Ouch!"

Banggeng screamed in pain as he was kicked so hard by the enormous force that he landed on his buttocks.

But it's not over yet.

The fighting rooster makes a magnificent turn in mid-air.

It landed steadily in front of the stick.

It spread its wings, like an angry eagle.

With its head bowed, it used its sharp, cone-like beak.

He launched a fierce attack on the crotch and buttocks of the man!

"Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh!"

The pecking was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

The force was astonishing; each fall was accompanied by the sound of fabric being torn.

"Ah—! Help! The chicken is killing us!"

The pig-like screams of the pheasant being slaughtered instantly echoed throughout the entire Hongxing Courtyard.

The sound was extremely shrill, ten times more tragic than Jia Zhangshi's wail just now.

Banggeng covered his buttocks and rolled around wildly on the ground in the backyard.

Trying to avoid the attack of this terrifying monstrous chicken.

But the fighting rooster clearly wasn't going to let him go.

It clings to the stem like a persistent, intractable disease.

Wherever the pheasant rolls, it follows.

They specifically target the fleshy parts of the buttocks.

That was incredibly fast, accurate, and ruthless.

"Ah! My butt! Grandma, help me! Mom, help me!"

Bang Geng was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. He clutched his buttocks tightly with both hands and scrambled to escape towards the central courtyard.

The rooster chased after him relentlessly, flapping its wings and displaying extreme arrogance.

The neighbors in the front and middle yards were all stunned when they heard the heart-wrenching screams.

Even Jia Zhangshi, who was still splashing around in the water trough, shut her mouth.

Everyone rushed to the backyard.

Just past the moon gate.

Then I witnessed this astonishing scene.

Eight-year-old Banggeng was chased all over the yard by a big red rooster, running away with his head in his hands.

His pants were ripped to shreds, revealing his white, fleshy skin underneath.

The rooster, as if injected with adrenaline, chased after him and attacked him relentlessly.

Qin Huairu was so heartbroken by this scene that she almost fainted.

"My darling! You're so wonderful!"

She screamed and rushed forward desperately, trying to protect her son.

Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu quickly stepped forward to help drive away the mad rooster.

But that rooster was very clever.

It dodged and weaved through the crowd, and didn't forget to take the opportunity to give the pheasant's butt a couple more hard whacks.

Until Qin Huairu clung tightly to the stick, Yi Zhonghai frantically waved the broom.

The fighting rooster then shook its feathers in satisfaction.

With a proud and arrogant gait, he strolled back to Xu Damao's chicken coop.

Just before going in, it arrogantly let out a loud crowing.

At this point, Banggeng was in so much pain that he was about to collapse.

He lay in Qin Huairu's arms, trembling all over, his voice hoarse from crying.

"Bang Geng, where does it hurt? Let Mom take a look!"

Qin Huairu was extremely anxious, crying as she tried to pull at the tattered pants of the stick.

With a "sizzle" sound.

His pants were pulled down.

Everyone in the hospital gasped in shock.

All that could be seen was the chubby, white buttocks of the stick.

At this moment, the ground was covered with blood spots and bright red blisters caused by chicken beaks!

In some places, even a piece of skin had been torn off, which was a shocking sight.

This isn't a butt; it looks like a rotten tomato that's been stung by a hornet's nest.

Seeing her son's horrific injuries, Qin Huairu was heartbroken and tears streamed down her face. She turned and shouted at Yi Zhonghai:

"Grandpa! Xu Damao's chickens have gone mad! Look what they've done to the stalks!"

Everyone in the hospital looked at each other in bewilderment.

Who has ever heard of a domesticated rooster pecking a person like that?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Zhang Huaimin, who had been standing by watching the show, suddenly started clapping his hands.

His clear, childlike voice rang out particularly loudly in the silence of the courtyard:

Wow! The rooster is dancing!