Chapter 366

He took the opportunity to knee Jia Dong in the abdomen. Jia Dong let out a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground, curled up like a shrimp.

Wan Ping'an looked at Jia Dong, who was groaning in pain on the ground, and said coldly:

"You little brat, try moving again, and I'll make sure you can't even crawl away today."

The surrounding neighbors saw the two fighting and immediately ran over to mediate.

However, when they realized that Wan Ping'an's strength was even greater than before, they couldn't help but pull back their hands, looking at Wan Ping'an with worry.

Jia Dong lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Wan Ping'an walked over to Jia Dong, reached out, grabbed his neck, and said coldly: "You little brat, don't blame me for not warning you. If you dare to jump around in front of me again, next time I'll throw you into a cesspit and see if you can jump out of that."

"Your mother stole my money, and I haven't even settled that account yet, and you come here looking for trouble?" Wan Ping'an glared at Jia Dong.

Jia Dong gritted his teeth and said: "Bullshit! My mother didn't take any money at all! My father told me before he died that those five yuan were for me to get a wife, where would the money come from to buy things? Wan Ping'an, you're not a man! If you have the guts, let's have a fair battle of wits and courage!"

After hearing this, Wan Ping'an sneered in disdain, then slapped Jia Dong across the face and cursed: "A fair battle of wits and courage? Wouldn't fighting wits and courage with a moron like you lower my status?"

After saying this, Wan Ping'an threw Jia Dong aside and turned to go home.

"Wait... Wan Ping'an, we can talk!" Jia Dong suddenly shouted.

Hearing Jia Dong say he wanted to talk, Wan Ping'an couldn't help but mock: "Hehe, do you think you're worthy?"

"No matter what, we are brothers, why can't we sit down and discuss things slowly?" Jia Dong pleaded again.

"Hahahaha—!" Wan Ping'an laughed up at the sky, looking at Jia Dong with a sarcastic smile:

"You overestimate yourself too much. Do you think I would talk to a moron like you?"

Hearing Wan Ping'an insult him like this, Jia Dong's eyes turned red as he glared at him: "Wan Ping'an, don't push people too far!"

"Bully you? You're not even worth it!"

Jia Zhang went up to protect her son, Jia Dong, fearing that Wan Ping'an would hurt him again.

Seeing his mother blocking the way, Jia Dong ignored Wan Ping'an and turned to walk toward the house.

"Jia Dong! We must have a resolution to today's matter!" Wan Ping'an suddenly shouted.

"A resolution? I'm telling you, there's nothing to talk about. Give me the fifteen yuan you stole from me. If you agree, we'll reconcile immediately; if you don't, hehe, don't blame me for being impolite!" Wan Ping'an threatened with a cold laugh.

Wan Ping'an's intention was very simple: to make the charge of theft against Jia Zhang stick.

"On what grounds? Isn't this extortion?" Jia Zhang retorted indignantly.

"Shut up! I'm telling you, don't play tricks with me. I won't believe your words. Unless you produce evidence, don't even think about leaving the courtyard today." Wan Ping'an said coldly.

"You scoundrel!"

Jia Zhang was so angry that she trembled all over, her beautiful eyes glaring at Wan Ping'an with hatred.

"I'm a scoundrel? I'm telling you, this matter must be resolved today. If you don't agree, this won't be over!" Wan Ping'an said with a firm attitude.

"I won't agree! I just won't agree!" Jia Zhang said stubbornly.

"You won't agree? Hehe, alright, since you won't agree, I'll deal with your son first today!"

"No! No! You can't hit my son!" Seeing her son being beaten, Jia Zhang hurriedly hugged Jia Dong.

"Get lost!" Wan Ping'an impatiently shoved Jia Zhang aside and then slapped Jia Dong across the head several times.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!"

The crisp and loud sound of slaps spread all around, making the surrounding neighbors feel a sense of dread.

"Mom, Mom! Get away quickly!" Jia Dong covered his head, enduring the intense pain, and shouted loudly.

"Wuwu... son, son, why is my life so bitter?" Jia Zhang, with tears streaming down her face, hugged Jia Dong and wept.

Seeing this, Wan Ping'an spat fiercely and pointed at Jia Dong, cursing:

"Pah! You dog-raised bastard! You don't even show filial piety to your parents, you're worse than an animal!" After saying this, he kicked Jia Dong in the stomach again.

Jia Dong was curled up in a ball in Jia Zhang's arms from Wan Ping'an's beating.

"Jia Zhang, are you going to compensate for the fifteen yuan you stole from me, playing tricks and slandering people?" Wan Ping'an stared coldly at Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang shook her head and said: "I didn't steal your money!"

"Hmph! Didn't steal the money? Alright then, if you didn't steal the money, why is there ten yuan in your son's pocket?" Wan Ping'an roared ferociously.

"That's right, your son clearly had money on him but hid it in his pocket on purpose. You must have stolen the First Master's money and given it to your son, Dong!" A middle-aged woman who had been standing behind Wan Ping'an suddenly chimed in and shouted.

"That's right, Jia Zhang, we know the First Master's character very well in this courtyard. If you really took the First Master's money, just give it back to him. You've been playing tricks for the past two days, making the whole Sihe Academy restless."

Another middle-aged aunt also chimed in.

"Exactly, exactly, Jia Zhang, just confess, otherwise don't think about sleeping tonight!" The crowd said all at once.

Seeing everyone pressuring her, Jia Zhang had to nod and admit: "Fine... I admit it... I did take money from his house."