My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

Several residents immediately took out their mobile phones.

Shen Ze stood still, not moving. "Who sent you?"

The bald man sneered, "You're not qualified to ask."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Shen Ze across the face.

The slap was swift and brutal, clearly intended to stun the person first.

But before his hand could touch Shen Ze, Shen Ze simply shifted his body to the side.

*Slap!* The bald man's hand missed its target.

The next second, Shen Ze grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

With a snap, the bald man screamed and knelt down.

The expressions of the thugs around him changed.

"Damn it! You dare to fight back!"

"Get him!"

Seven or eight people rushed up at the same time.

Shen Ze did not back down.

God-level fighting doesn't rely on brute force, but rather on the simplest, most direct, and most effective judgment.

He could tell at a glance who threw the first punch, who had weak footwork, who was hiding a baton, and who was trying to get behind him.

The first man who rushed in front of him had just raised his fist when Shen Ze delivered a low sweeping kick to the outside of his knee.

The man screamed and fell to the ground.

The second person swung a baton and hit Shen Ze on the shoulder.

Shen Ze ducked to dodge, then elbowed the opponent in the ribs, followed by a palm strike to his chin.

The man's vision went black, and he crashed backward, knocking down his two companions.

The three behind them tried to pounce on them together.

Shen Ze shifted his feet, pressed his body close to one of them, grabbed his arm with his back, and used his body to block the fists of the other two.

With two loud thuds, the two thugs' fists landed squarely on their own men.

The person who was grabbed cried out in pain, "Don't hit me! You've hit the wrong person!"

The onlookers were stunned.

The mechanic stared wide-eyed: "This...this is Xiaoze?"

An older woman upstairs was holding up her phone, her mouth agape: "Thirteen people against one, and they still got beaten down?"

The young man next to him gasped, "These skills... are they from a movie?"

The bald man was still kneeling on the ground, gritting his teeth and trying to get up, but as soon as he looked up, he saw his brothers falling one after another.

Someone clutched their stomach and curled up like a shrimp.

Someone was rolling on the ground, clutching their legs.

Someone tried to run away, but Shen Ze kicked him in the butt, sending him tumbling into the trash can.

From the moment the first slap missed its mark to the moment the last person was pinned against the wall by Shen Ze, less than ten minutes had passed.

Thirteen people, all lying down.

Shen Ze loosened the collar of the last person and turned to walk up to the bald man.

The ferocity on the bald man's face had vanished, replaced only by fear.

"Brother, let's talk this out..."

Shen Ze looked at him: "You just said you'd break one of my arms?"

The bald man swallowed hard. "It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

Shen Ze raised his hand and slapped him twice across the face.

With two sharp slaps, half of the bald man's face immediately swelled up, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Ze grabbed the hand that he had just used to slap someone and pressed it back.

The bald man screamed in agony, "Ah! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Shen Ze didn't let go; he just twisted the arm until the man couldn't exert any more force before throwing him to the ground.

Soon, the sound of sirens rang out.

When the police arrived at the scene, they looked at the thirteen people rolling on the ground, and then at Shen Ze, who was standing next to them with his clothes still intact. Their expressions were complicated.

Review surveillance footage, question witnesses, and take notes.

The matter is very clear.

Thirteen people surrounded him first, the bald man made the first move, and the others followed up with a group beating. Shen Ze defended and fought back throughout.

The mechanic patted his chest and testified, "Officer, I saw it clearly; they blocked Xiaoze first!"

An older woman upstairs shouted, "I was filming with my phone! That bald guy slapped someone first!"

After watching the video, the police officer said in a serious tone, "Shen Ze, right? What you did was legitimate self-defense. However, if you encounter this situation in the future, call the police immediately and don't put yourself in danger."

Another police officer glanced at the bald man on the ground and added, "Be careful what you do."

Shen Ze nodded: "Understood."

After verifying the evidence, the police officers gave Shen Ze a brief reprimand and then let him leave.

When the bald man was lifted onto the stretcher, he was already in so much pain that he was half-conscious, and he was still cursing intermittently.

"Young Master Cong...five million..."

"Break his arm..."

"Money...the money can't be less..."

Shen Ze stopped in his tracks.

Shen Cong, five million for one of his arms.

He looked at the bald man on the stretcher, his expression gradually turning cold.

Shen Jianjun wanted to blacklist him, Sun Mei wanted to force him to submit, and Shen Cong directly found someone to cripple him.

This family never showed the slightest remorse; they only became more vicious and despicable with each passing day.

Shen Ze turned and walked into Anping Lane, the murderous intent in his chest truly becoming uncontrollable for the first time.

The old house remains the same as before: a small table, an old sofa, and yellowed sticky notes.

Shen Ze didn't pack much; he only took the most important things.

The photos contain portraits of my mother, Xu Ying, my maternal grandparents, several old photo albums, and identification documents.

He carefully wrapped the three portraits in a clean cloth and placed them on top of the suitcase.

Before leaving, Shen Ze stood at the door and took one last look at the home he had lived in for fifteen years.

This place is dilapidated and old, yet it holds the most difficult days for him and his mother.

He whispered, "Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, let's move to another place."

Security at Huateng Villa District was stricter than Shen Ze had imagined. As soon as the vehicle arrived at the gate, the security guard had already completed the verification of the owner's information.

Upon entering the park, you are greeted by neatly trimmed greenery and an artificial lake on both sides, and the roads are so clean that you can't see a single piece of debris.

The closer you get to the center, the quieter the environment becomes.

The central building that the system gifted was right next to the artificial lake.

The house is a three-story detached building with front and back gardens, an underground garage, and a floor-to-ceiling window facing the water.

Shen Ze carried the three portraits into the living room and temporarily placed them on the cleanest long table.

The next morning.

When Shen Ze woke up in the master bedroom of Huateng Villa, it was already bright outside the window.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is an artificial lake, its surface bathed in the morning light. In the distance, the green belts are neatly trimmed, and even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves is very soft.

This is completely different from Anpingli.

There was no musty smell in the stairwell, no harsh noise from upstairs dragging chairs, and no rumbling of garbage trucks rolling across the road in the early morning.

It's too quiet.

It was so quiet that Shen Ze felt a little uneasy the moment he opened his eyes.

He got up and went downstairs, first to the living room.

On the long table, Xu Ying and her maternal grandparents' portraits had already been placed.

It was too late last night, so he didn't do much. He just cleared out the cleanest spot in the living room, wiped it down briefly, and put the three photos there.

Standing in front of the photo, looking at his mother's familiar smile, Shen Ze's initial sense of unfamiliarity slowly subsided.

"Mom, did you sleep well last night?"

He chuckled to himself after he finished speaking.

Back in Anpingli, every morning when he woke up, the first thing he saw was a mottled ceiling and an old cabinet.

Now it has been replaced by a detached villa worth 80 million.

But what he most wanted his mother to see was not how big the house was or how expensive the renovation was.

Rather, he no longer had to be trampled on by Shen Jianjun's family, nor did he have to bow his head for survival.