The male supporting character was actually myself.

A thief breaking into your home is absolutely unacceptable!

"Woof woof woof!" It crawled out from under the door of the east wing and barked at the three thieves.

He Yongqiang burst out laughing when he saw it. "Hey! Double happiness today! Dad, keep smashing this half-grown dog so Mom and I can take care of it!"

Chapter Fourteen: The Battle Between Man and Dog

"It doesn't look like it has much meat on it."

Qian Shuandi turned her head and looked at the yellow dog barking at them. Its dirty, matted fur clung to its body, revealing its bones. She curled her lip and shook her head in disdain, laughing, "Oh, this little thing, it thinks it can help guard the door?"

He Yongqiang chuckled, "This is too skinny, not even enough for me to eat myself."

As he spoke, he spat out the willow whistle he had been holding in his mouth, pulled up his pants, and prepared to kick it!

"Take this kick!" With a toying and sadistic mindset, He Yongqiang jumped up and aimed a flying kick at the yellow dog's shriveled back.

The Horcrux had already provided the host with a first-person perspective the moment the family of three jumped into the yard.

Jiang Chen walked along a country road, remotely controlling the dog to assist it in launching an attack.

So when He Yongqiang jumped up, the Horcrux tripped him up, causing him to leap high into the air and kneel heavily on the ground.

"Oh my goodness!"

He Yongqiang didn't know how his deadly combo kicks, which he had practiced for many years, had slipped. The moment he fell to the ground, he screamed in pain, "Mom! Mom! It hurts so much! Waaah... Please kill that beast!"

"You idiot, you can't do anything right and you're always hungry." Seeing her son so useless, Qian Shuandi turned around and went to the kitchen to find a fire poker.

The yellow dog wasn't going to just sit there and wait to be beaten. It dodged He Yongqiang's attack and ran straight to He Gousheng, who was still smashing the door lock, and bit his exposed calf where he had rolled up his trousers!

"Damn, how can this thing be so sturdy?" He Gousheng thought he could open the lock by hitting it with a whetstone a couple of times, but it was unusually firm. He was pounding it down hard when he suddenly felt a pain in his right leg and yelled, "Damn it! Get out of here!"

Blood flowed down his calf, and he jumped up in pain, instinctively raising the long whetstone in his hand.

The little guy clearly had a strong sense of crisis and survival skills from being a long-time wanderer; after landing a hit, he didn't linger and turned to run away.

"You son of a bitch, you dare to bite me?!" He Gousheng thought fiercely, aiming at the dog's head and smashing it hard.

"Whoosh! Snap!"

The original owner picked up a rather heavy whetstone, about ten centimeters long, from the riverbank and flew out, heading straight for the back of He Yongqiang's head under the "guidance" of the soul weapon.

"Ouch!" He Yongqiang, who was kneeling on the ground crying out in pain, immediately screamed, clutching the back of his head and rolling on the ground, "Mom! My dad hit me, it hurts so much, please hit him!"

Qian Shuandi, who had pulled out a fire poker to hit the dog, turned around and saw her husband throw a whetstone that had knocked their precious son to the ground. An inexplicable anger welled up inside her.

At the same time, the thin but fast-moving yellow dog also leaped up.

After biting He Gousheng, it ran away and pounced on Qian Shuandi, opening its mouth wide to reveal its sharp fangs as it tried to bite her leg.

Qian Shuandi instinctively raised the fire poker and swung it, but missed. Then she felt a sharp pain in her left leg. She gritted her teeth and swung the fire poker again, trying to beat the yellow dog half to death with it.

Biting Qian Shuandi's leg, the yellow dog shook its head and gave it a hard tug before letting go and squeezing through the gap between her legs. It circled the cramped kitchen once and rushed out to continue attacking He Gousheng, who was clutching his calf and groaning.

Qian Shuandi swung the stick with all her might, but missed. Instead, she tripped and lost her balance, falling backward.

"Ouch!" Her legs went weak and she fell hard to the ground without any cushioning. A piece of firewood that had rolled onto the ground at some unknown time pressed against her lower back, making her gasp in pain.

The father and son were bitten on the left and right by the yellow dog in the yard, howling and screaming.

They couldn't run away, and they couldn't fight back. After only a few rounds, the family of three was covered in dirt and humiliation, rolling around in a mess. Their shouts attracted many neighbors to watch.

They stood outside the tightly locked iron gate, pointing and whispering inside, with occasional laughter of amusement drifting over.

"The gate is locked. What are Gou Sheng and his family doing in his nephew's yard?"

"Tsk tsk, this dog is pretty clever. It bit three people and can still run around the yard without getting a beating."

"Hey! See that ladder? He jumped in while my nephew wasn't home and got bitten by someone's guard dog. Serves him right!"

"Is this run-down yard even worth keeping a dog to guard it?"

"No matter how dilapidated it is, it's still a home. If you lock the door and then jump over the wall to break in, you're a thief!"

"To be honest, there's not much for a thief to steal in He Jiangchen's yard, is there? What's this family up to now?"

"How could there be nothing to steal? This dog still has some meat on it; if you really want to loot it, surely there's something to be found?"

"Three men can't beat a dog, hahaha, that's hilarious..."

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He Gousheng's family didn't have a good reputation in Qilizhuang, but since everyone was minding their own business, no one stood up for He Jiangchen. Now that the idle and shameless family had been humiliated, the villagers were all gloating and couldn't wait to see the show.

More and more people gathered in front of the door, and some families who ate early even squatted under the big tree with their bowls in hand, watching the commotion while eating.

Jiang Chen "saw" this scene through the Soul Artifact, and couldn't help but smile.

"Silly boy, you're so happy to be getting married, aren't you?" The matchmaker stood at the village entrance, carrying a bunch of things, and jokingly reminded him, "Don't be silly and give it away! We have to keep it a secret until you bring your new bride home and start the wedding banquet. Got it? Don't let your uncle and aunt find out!"

After giving her repeated instructions, the matchmaker hummed a little tune, picked up the gifts, and turned onto a side road to head home.

Jiang Chen, while "watching the battle," headed back home via another road.

"Hey, isn't this He Jiangchen? Dressed up like a proper gentleman, where are you going?" He hadn't gone far when he ran into four shady-looking peers.

The leader, a skinny guy, probably had slightly yellow hair due to some negative influence. He was all skin and bones, wearing an ill-fitting, extremely loose, half-worn blue-gray shirt that looked rather sloppy, with some dust stuck to it.

The other three weren't much better; each one was lean and had a childish and silly arrogance that made them seem like they were the best in the world.

"Not bad clothes, how much did you pay for them?" The blond-haired leader stuck out his leg to block his way, and whistled in a lewd tone, "I've got my eye on them, take them off!"

"Hurry up and take it off! Our boss has his eye on you. If you don't want to get beaten up, hand it over!"

"You know what, he actually looks pretty good in this outfit, all dressed up like a human."

"Stop bastarding and get on with it!"

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Four men, with straws in their mouths, surrounded Jiang Chen and yelled at him to take off his clothes.

"How can a young man in his early twenties have such a fetish?" Jiang Chen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look at them with surprise.

In the original owner's memories, these idle hooligans were so hateful that they made one's teeth itch with hatred.

They weren't that bad, but they bullied the weak and feared the strong, always liking to tease the honest and dull original owner, making him avoid these guys whenever he saw them.

"Hurry up and take your dick off!" Yellow Hair punched him when he saw him dawdling.

Jiang Chen didn't even try to dodge. With one hand, he blocked the other hand and grabbed the other's wrist like an iron clamp, pulling him backward. The other's light lower body immediately swayed.

One is a lean yet muscular physique due to years of hard work, coupled with a wealth of fighting skills;

Another reason is the lack of systematic training, relying on sheer numbers to win, coupled with malnutrition and a lack of physical exertion.

The difference in skill was immediately apparent when the two met. Jiang Chen took down all four men without any effort, leaving each of them lying on the dusty ground with two large footprints on their bodies, groaning in pain.

"Brother! Stop hitting me, brother! I give up, please don't hit me anymore!" Huang Mao hurriedly begged for mercy as he saw that Huang Mao was about to kick him again.

Chapter Fifteen: Calling for Reinforcements

Jiang Chen kicked the blond-haired man's arm and said coldly, "Get up. This afternoon at three o'clock, bring your underlings to my field to report. Anyone who dares not to come will be beaten every time I see them."

"Okay, okay! Let's go!" The blond-haired guy, who was already quite thin, grimaced in pain after being hit a few times.

He thought to himself, "No wonder there's a saying that even a rabbit will bite when cornered; honest people can be really ruthless when pushed to the limit!"

"Brother Chen, we were blind and dare not mess with you again. Please be magnanimous and let us go!" The blond-haired man scrambled to his feet and subconsciously took a step back to distance himself from the other party, saying ingratiatingly, "Well... I just passed by Brother Chen's house and saw a lot of people watching the commotion."

He Yongqiang and his family were bitten by a dog while stealing from Brother Chen's house. You should go back and check on them!

Jiang Chen hesitated for two seconds and then beckoned to him with her finger.

The guy who used to be submissive and never dared to argue had changed his nature. He fought fiercely and efficiently. The blond guy was trembling and wanted to run away but didn't dare. He could only step forward with a fawning smile and ask, "Brother Chen, is there anything else you need?"

“Go and call the village secretary to my house. Tell him that thieves have broken into my house, the gate is locked, and I’m worried they might get bitten by dogs and die.”

After thinking about it carefully, Huang Mao realized that the skinny yellow dog was indeed formidable.

Although He Yongqiang's family is annoying, if they were really bitten to death, He Jiangchen would probably have to take responsibility. He wants to establish his authority but doesn't want to cause any deaths.

"Alright! Just you wait and see, Brother Chen, I'm off!"

As Huang Mao ran, he brushed the dirt off his body. On his way to the village secretary's house, he occasionally had the thought of abandoning the matter, but when he thought of He Jiangchen's calm yet terrifyingly oppressive gaze, he didn't dare to disobey.

The main reason is that I'm afraid of getting beaten up!

He Jiangchen has been bullied too much over the years because he has no parents. If he were to go all out, he would be like someone with nothing to lose. I really don't want to go against such a ruthless person who can abandon everything.

It was just helping to call the Party Secretary over to watch the commotion; it wasn't like heinous acts like murder or arson. Consider it a good deed!

The arrogant blond-haired boy ran while making excuses for his cowardice, rushing into the village secretary's house in a cloud of smoke. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he started shouting, "Uncle! Uncle, something's happened, you have to come and see!"

The village party secretary is related to him by blood, and according to seniority, he should be called uncle.

His shouting interrupted the village secretary, who was eating inside. The secretary got up with displeasure and grumbled, "It's that troublesome guy again. What's he doing making a scene in the middle of the day? He can't even let people eat in peace!"

"Uncle..." Huang Mao shouted as he rushed into the house.

The village party secretary, with a long face, snorted coldly, "Call me village party secretary!"

"Oh, okay, Uncle, you should go to He Jiangchen's house and take a look."

Huang Mao, panting, pointed outside and tried to exaggerate the situation, "Let me tell you, Uncle, no one was home at He Jiangchen's house and the gate was locked. He Yongqiang's family climbed over the wall with a ladder, I don't know what they were doing, and they got bitten by He Jiangchen's guard dog!"

The family of three was bitten and bleeding profusely; they still haven't escaped.

You'd better go and take a look and give me some advice, otherwise... if they insist on sticking to their guns, it'll be a huge problem!

"Oh, then you should go and take a look." The village secretary's wife hurriedly got up to help him with his hat. "If all else fails, break the lock on the door. At least get the person out first."

The village secretary took the dark blue cloth hat handed to him by his wife, carefully put it on, and then waved for him to lead the way. "Old He's family isn't many, but they've certainly caused a lot of trouble. Gou Sheng's whole family is really unreliable; they deserved to be bitten for being so greedy..."

After Jiang Chen assigned Huang Mao to fetch the person in charge, he led the three disheveled men slowly home.

He didn't find any fun and got beaten up. The three thugs didn't dare to say anything or ask any questions. They followed him obediently like a few little dogs, bowing their heads and scraping.

Qilizhuang is neither too big nor too small. The village secretary's house is in the north of the village, while He Jiangchen's house is in the south.

When Huang Mao rushed over, the courtyard was already surrounded by layers of villagers watching the spectacle. Many children, unable to squeeze to the front, simply climbed up the big trees to occupy the highest vantage point and watch as the yellow dog in the courtyard bit the three of them, howling in pain.

"What are you three doing here?!" The village secretary glanced at the scene and saw the gate locked and a ladder leaning against the earthen wall; the truth was obvious.