Chapter 112

When Xiao Tang, supporting her pregnant belly, followed Auntie Wang and hurried to the corner of Happiness Street, a crowd of onlookers had already gathered there.

"Please make way!"

Xiao Tang anxiously pushed through the crowd and looked inside; under the streetlight, she saw her husband curled up on the cold concrete floor like a trampled rag.

One of his eyes was swollen into a purple-black walnut, with the eyelid flipped back, exposing half of the lid. His right hand was twisted in a strange posture, and his rib area was sunken in, clearly broken; with every breath he took, bubbles mixed with blood foam surged from the wound, and dark red blood pooled into a small puddle on his chest.

"Dahai!"

Just one look, and Xiao Tang felt as if her heart had been pierced by ten thousand arrows.

"What happened to you?! What on earth happened to you?!"

Xiao Tang lifted her foot, about to rush toward her husband, but suddenly, three or four burly men appeared from nowhere, their thick arms blocking her path.

"Who are you people? Why did you beat my husband?!"

A raging fire burned in Xiao Tang's eyes.

"Heh, why? Your husband spread rumors and posted defamatory big-character posters; he was caught red-handed, what else is there to say?"

At this moment, a silver-haired, green-eyed man with an extremely cold temperament slowly walked out from the crowd, a wicked smile curling his lips as he said coldly.

"Slander and rumors?!"

Only then did Xiao Tang notice that the ground was covered with dense big-character posters. She bent down and picked one up to look at it under the streetlight, only to see the bright red words "Murderer Shen Xingyao, get out of Happiness Street" written on it.

"This... this poster was made by Dahai? How is that possible!"

Xiao Tang's eyes widened instantly; she couldn't believe her husband would do such a thing.

Dahai had always been a loyal, honest, and down-to-earth husband and son. Although his security job didn't pay much, she had never complained about his low earnings; at least every cent he earned was clean. How could an honest man like Dahai do such a thing!

"Heh, don't believe it? You can ask him yourself." The man sneered.

"Dahai, is... is this really what you did?!"

The man on the ground, beaten until he was covered in blood, struggled to lift his chin; a "gurgling" wheezing sound came from his throat, like a broken bellows leaking air.

"I... I just posted... posted... the posters... it wasn't... me who made them..."

"So, the last time the posters slandering Xiaoman Medical Clinic were posted, it was also you?!" Xiao Tang's chest heaved violently; she glared and questioned her husband: "Why would you do such a thing?!"

"Heh, I... I just... just wanted us... our family... to move out of the basement... and live in... live in a big house... so you and the child... could have... have a good life."

Xiao Tang roared in extreme heartbreak:

"Dahai, I told you, I don't need to live in any big house! I just want to live a down-to-earth life and earn money cleanly! Do you know that Dr. Shen of Xiaoman Medical Clinic, she... she is a good person and a kind doctor! How could you do... do such a thing..."

Xiao Tang was so angry that her face turned deathly pale, and her body began to sway slightly.

At this time, several neighbors watching the scene hurried over to support Xiao Tang's swaying body.

"Xiao Tang, don't get upset, you're still pregnant! Besides, maybe the thing about Xiaoman Medical Clinic isn't a rumor, maybe it's true! Even taking a step back, even if Dahai spread rumors, he was just being used by someone else. Hurry up and call the police and an ambulance!"

"Heh, call the police? This is libel; it starts at three years in prison, but... you have to see if you have the life left to eat prison food!"

The man suddenly looked fierce and stomped his foot hard onto Chen Dahai's chest.

"I'll ask you one more time, who exactly gave you the posters?!"

As dark red blood spilled from the corner of Chen Dahai's mouth, he spoke with difficulty:

"I... cough, cough... I really don't know... a man... wearing a black mask... I don't even know... what he... looks like... cough, cough, cough..."

"Heh, don't know? Keep beating him!"

At the silver-haired man's command, the several burly men behind him picked up the clubs from the ground and raised them high above the person on the ground.

"No!"

Xiao Tang's eyes were about to split, and she screamed in despair.

However, the ruthless underworld thugs were not about to stop easily. The hard wooden clubs, carrying immense force, struck Chen Dahai's body and legs fiercely. Chen Dahai curled up on the ground, his body twitching violently, letting out painful wails.

"Stop hitting him! You'll kill him if you keep going!"

"You bunch of thugs, how dare you commit such atrocities in broad daylight? Is there no law left?!"

"Call the police, hurry and call the police!"

The men, women, and children watching were cursing and pointing fingers in anger, but facing this bloody scene, not a single person dared to step forward to stop it.

Watching her husband being beaten by the group of underworld thugs until he was covered in blood and unrecognizable.

Xiao Tang fell to her knees with a "thump," crying and begging heart-wrenchingly:

"Stop hitting him! I beg you, stop hitting him!"

"Spare his life, my child cannot be without a father!"

"Stop, stop what you're doing!"

The neighbors nearby saw Xiao Tang, who was six months pregnant, kneeling on the ground and crying her eyes out, and hurried forward to support her body.

"Xiao Tang, don't get agitated, you're still carrying a child! Besides, we've already called the police, and they'll be here soon."

Xiao Tang saw that the people standing outside were all from the community, so she turned her head and clasped her hands together, begging:

"Uncles and aunts, grandpas and grandmas, I beg you, please help Dahai!"

"He's going to be beaten to death!"

Although the onlookers were filled with righteous indignation, they were facing fierce underworld thugs, and they were just unarmed commoners; how could any of them dare to step forward!

"Xiao Tang, get up now!"

"That's right, the police will be here soon, get up first, your health is what matters."

Seeing the scene before her, a deep sense of powerlessness and despair rose in Xiao Tang's heart. The next moment, she felt a sharp twist in her lower abdomen, and a warm flow slowly trickled down her legs.

"Xiao Tang, you're bleeding!"

Auntie Zou exclaimed.

Everyone looked and saw that Xiao Tang's face was deathly pale, her eyes tightly shut, her face full of pain, and fresh blood was dripping from between her legs.

"Call 120 quickly!"

"We already called, they'll be here soon!"

"One ambulance isn't enough! We need two! Xiao Tang's baby is not going to make it!"

People scrambled to help Xiao Tang onto a nearby chair, everyone's face filled with panic and confusion.

"Xiao Tang, hold on!"

"That's right, think about your child, don't get agitated!"

"Yes, the ambulance is almost here... you can't have anything happen to you!"

Xiao Tang's consciousness was fading from the pain, and her gaze became blurred, yet she still looked at the people before her as if begging, speaking in a low voice:

"Please... save Dahai... my child... cannot be without... a father..."

"Xiao Tang, hold on!"

The panicked crowd, who had been around Chen Dahai, now swarmed around Xiao Tang, anxiously calling her name.

Just then, a cold and angry female voice came from not far down the street:

"Chu Yehan, stop right there!"