The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Many neighbors were still shouting, "Jiecheng, put the iron shovel down!"

"Eldest son of the Yan family, put down your weapons and let's talk this out."

Of course, some people wanted to come up and pull the two people away, but seeing that Yan Jiecheng had something in his hand, no one dared to approach.

Yang Dalin's last few words clearly angered Yan Jiecheng.

Even cowards can be ruthless when pushed to the limit.

With so many people watching Yan Jiecheng, he was in a dilemma. If he didn't pretend to fight, he would lose face by slinking away.

Then Yan Jiecheng didn't see his own parents come forward to stop him, so he had no choice but to continue.

"You wild bastard who fled here, I'll teach you to curse..." With that, Yan Jie swung the iron shovel down.

Yang Dalin had been on guard against him, and the other neighbors, including the Qi sisters, were so frightened that they closed their eyes. Qi Yanhua wanted to rush forward, but He Yushui stopped her.

The neighbors were so frightened they cried out, saying it all happened so fast.

Yang Dalin dodged the attack, kicked the iron shovel handle in half, and then kicked Yan Jiecheng away.

It flew to their doorstep, knocking off their door curtain and breaking open their house door.

If it weren't for the curtain, Yang Dalin believed that his kick would have sent Yan Jiecheng crashing into their living room.

Then Yang Dalin got up, picked up the broken iron shovel handle, and walked towards Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng was already in stitches from the kick and was vomiting while clutching his stomach.

Yang Dalin ignored him and began to whip the other man's buttocks, thighs, and back.

You can just slap these spots hard; it won't hurt anyone. But Yang Dalin didn't dare use his full strength, otherwise he felt he could have killed him with that kick.

Although it was a case of self-defense, the law was not so perfect at that time, and the judgment could be decided by just one sentence from the person above.

Besides, Yan Jiecheng doesn't deserve to die. If he were really killed, it would be troublesome.

As Yang Dalin smoked, he shouted, "I'll teach you to kill people, I'll teach you to slap me, I'll teach you to use weapons!"

Although Yan Jiecheng was dressed thickly, it was a solid wood iron shovel handle, and the blows really hurt.

Yan Jiecheng screamed loudly, finally waking Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua: "Dad, Mom, help me..."

Having said all that, it all happened very quickly, in the blink of an eye, and this situation has become what it is today.

Seeing his son being beaten, Yang Ruihua disregarded his own fear of being beaten and quickly went to pull Yang Dalin away.

Some neighbors who lived nearby also mustered up their courage and stepped forward, because they saw that Yang Ruihua and Yan Bugui really couldn't hold Yang Dalin back, and that Yang Dalin didn't lay a hand on Yang Ruihua and Yan Bugui.

A few more people came to pull him away, and Yang Dalin pretended to be out of breath, throwing the broken iron shovel handle on the ground: "Damn it, come on, who else? If you're not happy, come on up and keep going. Damn it, you've all been spoiled rotten."

"They even dared to kill someone with an iron shovel! They've got guts! The Yan family is truly remarkable. This is the kind of child a teacher educates. Tsk tsk..."

Yan Bugui looked at Yang Dalin, who had a bandit-like appearance, and saw him beating his own son and then cursing.

Enraged, he hugged his son, who was groaning in pain, and shouted, "Yang Dalin, how dare you hit someone! You beat my son so badly! I'm going to call the police, have you arrested, imprisoned, and shot! You just wait, you just wait!"

Yan Bugui looked around and spotted his second son hiding to one side. He immediately ordered, "Second son, go call the police, hurry up!"

Yan Jiefang was terrified by Yang Dalin's fierce appearance; he felt as if Yang Dalin was about to kill someone.

He only came to his senses when his father called out to him, and he stumbled and ran outside.

When Yan Jiefang was about to go out to call the police, some neighbors tried to stop him, because Yi Zhonghai had taught everyone that if something happened in the yard, it was best not to call the police, and to resolve the issue in the yard!

At this time, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and others had not yet finished get off work and returned home.

Seeing that several people were trying to stop him, Yang Dalin quickly shouted, "Nobody stop him! Yan Jiecheng was armed and intended to kill someone. I was defending myself. Even if I kill Yan Jiecheng, it's fine. Let him go. Let's see what the police say when they arrive."

Yang Dalin is trying to fool people. Kicking Yan Jiecheng away the first time was fine; that could be considered self-defense. But going up to hit Yan Jiecheng with a stick was not self-defense.

Yang Dalin was betting that Yan Bugui wouldn't dare to gamble. Even if he did call the police, it wouldn't be a big problem. Looking at his own severe injuries, he realized they were all in fleshy areas, and he was still wearing cotton-padded trousers and a cotton-padded jacket, so the injuries weren't serious.

The most brutal kick was probably the one Yang Dalin gave him.

He kicked the man several meters away, making everyone aware that the Qi family had a Yang Dalin, and that they shouldn't mess with him easily. He was making an example of him to deter the other well-behaved people in the yard.

Yan Jiefang had already run to the hanging flower gate. Looking at his father with a questioning look, he wondered, "Should I go or not? I'm so confused."

Yan Bugui now hates himself for not shooting Yan Jie on the wall back then.

Several men in the courtyard cleverly pulled Yan Jiefang back, saying, "Second son of the Yan family, let's settle this in the courtyard. Don't call the police, or we'll lose our 'Outstanding Courtyard' award!"

This was the tone set by the three old men, Yi, Liu, and Yan, who always covered things up, but now they're letting everyone learn from it and put it into practice.

Eventually, one day the arrow struck the Yan family.

Seeing that Yan Jiefang had given up struggling, Yan Bugui angrily continued to shout, "I'm not going to be a big shot anymore. What does being in an excellent compound have to do with me? Jiefang, hurry up! I don't believe the police will ignore him beating people."

If his family refuses to pay compensation, I'm going to sue them. I refuse to believe there's no place where I can get justice.

Upon hearing his father's words, Yan Jiefang struggled fiercely, trying to run away, but three or four people held him back, and he couldn't escape.

Yan Jiefang could only turn around in grief and indignation and call out, "Dad..."

Yan Bugui understood. Now that everyone saw he was out of office, they weren't on his side anymore and were all helping that bastard on the other side.

Yan Bugui looked at his third brother, Yan Jiekuang, and shouted, "You two are in cahoots, aren't you? You won't let us call the police, huh? Let's see if you can stop them. Third brother, you go. I'm going to see if there's any place to reason with them. I'm going to arrest this murderer, Yang Dalin."

When Yan Jiekuang saw that his father had given the order, he used his agility to run outside.

Some people tried to stop him, while others started saying, "Old Yan, have you no shame? You started the fight with your own people, and even though you didn't win, you still called the police. You want to lose our award for outstanding courtyard house? How can you be so selfish?"

"Exactly, can't we wait until Uncle One and Uncle Two come back before we talk about it?"

"Yes, we used to call the police whenever we had a problem, and you all tried your best to stop us. Why should we call the police every time something happens to your family, and why are you going to take away our reward?"

When Yan Bugui saw that public opinion was against him and that Yan Jiekuang had not yet run away, he gave his wife a wink.

Yang Ruihua acknowledged receipt.

Yang Ruihua screamed at the top of her lungs, "Yang Dalin, you beat my son so badly! I'll fight you to the death!"

When Yang Dalin saw this, he thought, "Damn it, Yan Bugui is shameless! He's not going to do it himself, he's letting an old woman do it."

It's not a big deal if he hits Yan Jiecheng, but it might not sound good if he actually hits a woman.

Furthermore, he couldn't bring himself to hit an older woman, but if it were a delicate young wife or his future daughter-in-law, Yu Li, he could reluctantly give her a few slaps to satisfy his urge.

However, since the other party really dared to hit me, and I couldn't tolerate it any longer, I could fight back.