Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Yang Zhixin was held back and could not move an inch.

He bent down and kicked Erbao.

"Let go, let go of me!"

Erbao wouldn't let go underwater, and had already swallowed several mouthfuls of seawater.

On the shore, Youbao finally climbed onto the beach.

A cold wind blew, and he shivered all over, his little face turning pale.

"Help! There are bad guys! My brother has been captured by bad guys!" Youbao, naked from the waist down, ran wildly along the embankment, screaming desperately.

At the end of the typhoon shelter, Liu Yidao, who was pushing his bicycle over, looked up when he heard the noise.

He saw a naked child running in the wind.

Take a closer look.

Isn't that Youbao from Song Xianglan's family?

"What happened?" Liu Yidao threw down his bicycle and ran over.

"Grandpa Liu!" Youbao buried his face in Liu Yidao's lap, pointing towards the shrimp pond and crying, "There are bad guys stealing shrimp in the shrimp pond! Erbao is holding them down in the water, hurry and save my brother!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yidao's head buzzed.

He took off and rushed towards the shrimp pond.

The water near the shrimp pond has calmed down.

Only a few wooden crates were still bobbing up and down.

"Erbao!" Liu Yidao roared.

Several bubbles rose to the surface of the water.

Yang Zhixin's head popped out of the water, and he was panting heavily.

There was a human figure under his feet.

Liu Yidao recognized Yang Zhixin at a glance.

"Yang Zhixin, you beast."

Liu Yidao's eyes turned red, and he jumped directly from the pier into the water.

He was an excellent swimmer and swam to Yang Zhixin in no time.

When Yang Zhixin saw Liu Yidao arrive, he was terrified.

He released Erbao in one go.

He turned around and was about to climb onto the wooden boardwalk.

Liu Yidao grabbed Yang Zhixin by the collar and punched him squarely in the cheekbone. "You dare touch my things, Liu Yidao's things."

Yang Zhixin was beaten until his face was covered in blood and he was completely unable to fight back.

Liu Yidao ignored him, plunged into the water, and pulled Erbao, who had sunk, out of the water.

Erbao had already fainted, his face ashen.

"Erbao." Liu Yidao carried Erbao as he climbed onto the pier.

He laid Erbao flat on the wooden board and pressed down hard on Erbao's chest with both hands.

"Erbao, wake up! If you die, Youbao is doomed too. Your Grandma Song will definitely beat him to death."

"puff……"

Erbao spat out a mouthful of seawater, opened his eyes, and began to cough violently.

Liu Yidao let out a long sigh of relief.

Youbao led a group of villagers over as well.

Ignoring his own cold, he pressed his little face against Erbao's.

"Brother, don't die!"

Song Xianglan and Shen Huijun rushed over when they heard about it.

"Youbao." Shen Huijun took off her coat and wrapped it tightly around Youbao, who was shivering from the cold.

When Song Xianglan saw Erbao lying on the pier, her legs went weak and she almost knelt down.

"Erbao. My God, what's going on?"

Erbao weakly opened his eyes, saw Song Xianglan, and his eyes reddened.

"Grandma, has Youbao been kidnapped by bad guys?"

"They didn't take him away, they didn't take him away, he's fine." Song Xianglan touched Erbao's cold face, and tears streamed down her face.

Yang Zhixin was pulled ashore by several villagers who rushed over.

He lay sprawled on the beach like a rotten piece of meat, constantly spitting out water.

Liu Yidao walked over and stomped on Yang Zhixin's chest. "You've really gotten bold. Stealing from me and then killing two children."

He was heartbroken because his friend died young.

He had been of great help to Yang Zhixin's family, but unexpectedly, he raised an enemy.

Yang Zhixin looked at the angry villagers who had gathered around him.

I panicked completely.

"Uncle Liu, I was wrong. I was just short of money at the end of the year and wanted to borrow some. I didn't mean to kill anyone."

"Borrow money?"

Liu Yidao sneered, "You opened the net cages to catch my tiger prawns, and you call that borrowing money? If it weren't for these two kids, you would have taken all my prawns."

Liu Yidao turned to look at the villagers beside him.

"Go report this to the police station. This kind of heartless scoundrel deserves to spend a few years in jail."

Upon hearing that the police were going to be called, Yang Zhixin scrambled over and grabbed Liu Yidao's leg. "Uncle Liu, please have mercy! I even considered you my godfather before, you can't be so heartless!"

"Bullshit."

Liu Yidao kicked him away, saying, "I, Liu Yidao, don't have a godson like you who's utterly despicable."

Several villagers stepped forward and pinned Yang Zhixin firmly to the beach.

Shen Huijun held Youbao tightly in her arms, then turned to look at Yang Zhixin on the ground with an extremely cold gaze.

"Call the police." Shen Huijun's voice wasn't loud, but every word was chilling. "Intentional theft, plus attempted murder. I won't let you leave the station unscathed."

Song Xianglan wouldn't just let him go to the police station like that.

He stepped forward and slapped Yang Zhixin across the face again and again, saying, "You're not human, you insist on being a beast. A whole family of lazy animals. These days, if you were even a little bit diligent, you wouldn't be broke by the end of the year."

She unleashed a chaotic flurry of punches.

Yang Zhixin was beaten until he screamed in pain.

The villagers stopped Yang Zhixin and watched as Song Xianglan beat him until his face was bruised and swollen.

"Take me to the police station."

He was terrified of being beaten.

Liu Yidao kicked him several times, each kick harder than the last.

Song Xianglan stopped hitting him when she was tired.

Yang Zhixin's head was swollen like a pig's head, and Youbao went up to him and peed on his face.

Song Xianglan wrapped Erbao in her coat and carried him on her back with a pained expression. "Hurry home to change your clothes and make ginger soup. It's so cold; what if he catches a cold?"

Erbao leaned against Song Xianglan's chest and turned to look at Youbao.

Youbao peeked out from under Shen Huijun's coat, grinned at Erbao, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Bro, you were amazing today. Even better than the top scorer in Shenzhen."

We just arrived at the embankment.

"Grandma, put Erbao down and put his clothes on." Dabao ran over breathlessly, throwing the sweater and long underwear he was carrying on the ground.

Song Xianglan was also tired from carrying it.

Put Erbao down.

Da Bao squatted down and hurriedly put the clothes on Er Bao, his movements rough.

Shen Huijun also dressed Youbao.

Song Xianglan was furious.

Thinking about it gives me the strength to punch someone again.

She rushed up and unleashed another barrage of kicks on Yang Zhixin's face.

"You heartless bastard! I'll teach you a lesson for harming my grandson, today I'll beat you to death, you beast!"

For every curse Song Xianglan uttered, she would kick her hard.

"Ouch!"

Yang Zhixin rolled around on the beach, covering his face with sand and mud, yelling, "Stop hitting me! Help!"

"Mom, kick me as hard as you can, as long as I don't kill me."

Shen Huijun held Youbao in her arms, her eyes bloodshot. "Don't hold back, hit them a few more times. These bastards almost drowned them."

Liu Yidao stood to the side, his face long since drained of color.

He looked at the two children, soaking wet and shivering from the cold, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

If something really happens, even his life wouldn't be enough to compensate.

Liu Yidao's calves were still cramping.

He turned and pointed to several young men from the village who had rushed over.

"Tie him up and take him to the police station."

Several people grabbed Yang Zhixin and tied his hands behind his back with hemp rope.

Someone casually picked up Yang Zhixin's broken bicycle that he had left on the shore.

With a loud "bang".

A plastic bag and several other items fell out of the bicycle basket.

"Uncle, there's something here." A young man opened the bag, his voice cracking as he looked inside. "It's rat poison. And a large pair of metal shears."

Liu Yidao's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yang Zhixin.

Liu Yidao rushed over and kicked him again.

"You're not only trying to steal my shrimp, you're also trying to poison my shrimp tank?"

Yang Zhixin, bruised and battered from Song Xianglan's kicks, stubbornly retorted, "Bullshit! Can't I poison rats? You're in charge of everything, including what kind of poison I bring!"

"Keep those words to the police." Liu Yidao waved his hand. "Take him away."

Several people pushed and shoved Yang Zhixin toward the main road.

Yang Zhixin cursed and swore all the way, turning his head and shouting, "Liu Yidao, you're destined to have no descendants! You'll get your retribution sooner or later."