Chapter 10

"Dong, are you okay?"

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Yi Zhonghai showed concern for Jia Dong immediately.

Wan Ping'an frowned slightly; Jia Gen wasn't even dead yet, and Yi Zhonghai was already setting his sights on Jia Dong?

"Could Jia Gen's death be Yi Zhonghai's doing?"

"He has his eye on Jia Dong and wants Jia Dong to support him in his old age, so Jia Gen was a stumbling block that had to be removed."

"With Yi Zhonghai's skills as a machinist, tampering with a machine tool to make Jia Gen's death look like an accident wouldn't be a difficult task."

Wan Ping'an thought of a possibility.

The stronger it was, the greater the possibility!

"Wan Ping'an, you are too out of line."

"We all live in the same courtyard, how could you lay such a heavy hand?"

Confirming that Jia Dong was fine.

Yi Zhonghai criticized Wan Ping'an sternly.

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"Apologize to Dong, and compensate him ten yuan, and you are never allowed to do this again."

Yi Zhonghai started to take sides.

"Yi Zhonghai, is Jia Dong your son?"

"Why are you so biased toward him?"

"What did you say when I was the one being beaten before?"

"We all live in the same courtyard, it's inevitable that there will be some small friction, they're all just superficial wounds, it's no big deal, don't be so petty."

"Are those your words?"

"When I was beaten, I couldn't be petty, but when Jia Dong is beaten, it's an apology plus compensation; I think he should be called Yi Dong."

Wan Ping'an mocked him with cold sarcasm.

Yi Zhonghai's face turned red; what Wan Ping'an said was the truth.

He couldn't deny it.

Many people in the courtyard had seen it and heard it, how could he deny it?

Everyone nodded one after another.

In the year fifty, Yi Zhonghai had just started trying to control the Sihe Academy, his prestige wasn't high, and he couldn't rule by himself, nor could he stop anyone's mouth.

"Dong, Dong, what happened to you?"

"You little beast, you dare to hit my son, I'll fight you to the death."

Jia Zhang arrived at the battlefield.

Seeing Jia Dong lying on the ground with a large footprint on his stomach, she exploded on the spot, jumped up, and used her Nine Yin Bone-Clawing Technique on Wan Ping'an.

She didn't practice hygiene.

Her ten fingernails were pitch black.

If she scratched him and broke the skin, the wound would likely get infected.

Slap!

Jia Zhang received a slap on her left cheek, spun around three times on the spot, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ow!

Jia Dong let out a miserable scream.

Jia Zhang fell down and landed on him.

"Wan Ping'an, you are being presumptuous."

"Jia Zhang is so old, she is your elder, how dare you hit her?"

Yi Zhonghai accused Wan Ping'an.

"Old thing, you always take sides and bully me because I'm an orphan; do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Wan Ping'an rushed up and gave Yi Zhonghai a loud slap.

His predecessor hated Yi Zhonghai.

The people in the courtyard isolating his predecessor was all Yi Zhonghai's doing.

His predecessor knew it clearly in his heart but was powerless to take revenge.

Wan Ping'an had transmigrated, so of course, he wouldn't indulge Yi Zhonghai.

He slapped him hard!

Yi Zhonghai was stunned; he had been hit by Wan Ping'an?

"Wan Ping'an, you, you..."

"Sha Zhu, Wan Ping'an is too out of line, he doesn't know how to unite the neighbors or respect the old and love the young at all; you can't just watch him make mistakes."

Yi Zhonghai saw Sha Zhu coming to watch the excitement, his eyes lit up, and he had an idea.

"The First Uncle is right."

"Wan Ping'an, apologize to the First Uncle and apologize to Jia Zhang, otherwise, I'll teach you a lesson for your deceased parents."

He Great Qing had abandoned them.

Sha Zhu had become very close to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai had spoken, and Sha Zhu didn't hesitate at all; he rolled up his sleeves and walked in front of Wan Ping'an.

Whoosh!

Wan Ping'an didn't speak, he took a step forward, using the Baji Fist technique, Iron Mountain Lean!

The two collided.

Sha Zhu flew out on the spot.

He knocked over Yi Zhonghai and then knocked over Jia Gen, who had just rushed over.

Wan Ping'an walked over and picked up Sha Zhu.

Slap!

He gave Sha Zhu a loud slap.

"Teach me a lesson for my parents?"

"Who do you think you are?"

Wan Ping'an said, slapping him several more times.

"You listen to Yi Zhonghai so much, I think you should change your surname just like Jia Dong; from now on, you'll be called Yi Yuzhu, and your surname will no longer be He."

Wan Ping'an kicked Sha Zhu flying again.

The whole time.

Sha Zhu had no ability to resist.

Sha Zhu dominated the Sihe Academy by relying on his physical strength and a few scattered moves he had stolen.

Wan Ping'an had used a genetic potion and was also a Baji Fist master.

The two were not on the same level.

Sha Zhu could only take the beating.

"Wan Ping'an really dares to say anything, changing the surnames of both Jia Dong and Sha Zhu."

"Actually, what he said makes some sense; Jia Dong and Sha Zhu are too close to Yi Zhonghai, and both of them listen to Yi Zhonghai too much."

"Do you think if He Great Qing finds out, he'll beat Yi Zhonghai up?"

"I guess he will, He Great Qing has a violent temper."

"He might even beat Wan Ping'an!"

Everyone discussed it one after another.

At the nearby home of the Deaf Old Lady, she was hiding behind the glass window, watching the farce in the courtyard, with no intention of coming out at all.

"Jia Dong, from now on I'll call you a stinking beggar; why aren't you rolling away yet?"

"Still want to get beaten?"

Wan Ping'an gave Jia Dong another kick.

"You, you just wait."

Jia Dong crawled away.

He didn't run at first because he was afraid of losing face.

Now, Sha Zhu had been beaten, Jia Zhang had been beaten, Yi Zhonghai had been beaten, and many people had been beaten, so it wouldn't be shameful for him to run away now.

"Jia Zhang, your son is so filial, he left you behind."

"Why aren't you rolling away yet?"

Wan Ping'an gave Jia Zhang another kick.

"You little brat, you just wait!"

Jia Zhang fled in a sorry state.

Yi Zhonghai dragged Sha Zhu away too.

The farce was over.

The people in the courtyard had one more exciting topic of conversation for after their meals.

Sha Zhu had just returned home.

A middle-aged man with a paralyzed face, who looked to be in his forties, came home carrying two lunch boxes in a net bag.

"What's wrong with your face?"

"Who hit you?"

He Great Qing noticed it at a glance; Sha Zhu's face was swollen like a steamed bun, and it couldn't be hidden at all.

"I, I..."

Sha Zhu was a bit afraid to say.