Chapter 63

Yi Zhonghai smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Every time he faced the Deaf Old Lady, he felt a sense of repulsion in his heart.

The Deaf Old Lady was too shrewd; she was practically an old fox. His thoughts and his intentions were completely undefended in front of her.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to defend himself; it was that he couldn’t!

“Is this just a few extra cups to you?”

“Useless thing, does a little setback make you this decadent?”

The Deaf Old Lady lectured Yi Zhonghai.

“Old Lady, you are right.”

“It’s just that I truly cannot swallow this insult.”

“That little beast Wan Ping'an has harmed me miserably. The prestige I accumulated over many years has basically been exhausted because of his little stunt.”

Yi Zhonghai sighed and lamented.

He made no effort to hide his hatred for Wan Ping'an.

“That little rabbit Wan Ping'an is indeed outrageous.”

“He doesn’t respect the old, he doesn’t honor the old, he eats alone, and he doesn’t know the first thing about unity. He is a degenerate.”

Yi Zhonghai brought up Wan Ping'an.

The Old Lady also gnashed her teeth.

Recently, every mealtime had become a moment of suffering for her.

Smelling the aroma of Wan Ping'an’s meat, she truly couldn’t eat her cornmeal buns. She felt that in the last little while, she had lost at least ten pounds!

“Old Lady, let’s put the matter of Wan Ping'an aside for now; we certainly won’t let him off.”

“Look, what should I do about my position as First Uncle?”

“I am not reconciled; I want to take it back!”

Yi Zhonghai felt anxious, staring at the Deaf Old Lady.

“I understand your intention.”

“Rest assured, you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope. If you aren’t the First Uncle, I suffer a heavy loss as well.”

“I will find a way to get you back into the position of First Uncle.”

“During this time, try your best not to provoke Wan Ping'an. In the courtyard and at the factory, try to behave well so I can plead your case.”

The Deaf Old Lady nodded.

Only when Yi Zhonghai was the First Uncle could she live comfortably.

Thinking of this, she hated Wan Ping'an even more.

Letting Yi Zhonghai return to the position of First Uncle would certainly require paying out many favors.

Not to mention the money.

And there was no guarantee of one hundred percent success!

At the same moment.

The three members of the Jia family were taken to the detention center.

Detention is not prison; there is no need to be sent to a penitentiary. It is usually a short-term confinement.

“Jia Zhang, Detention Cell Number Three.”

The person escorting Jia Zhang ordered her to walk through an iron door.

The door locked.

Jia Zhang faced a group of women.

“Haha, they are all skinny; not one is as sturdy as me!”

Jia Zhang glanced at the detention cell; there were over a dozen people locked inside.

Looking closely, her anxious heart settled!

At first, she had been very worried: if she were locked up, would she be bullied by the people inside?

Now that she saw, she was the sturdiest; who would dare to bully her?

“You, get up! This bed belongs to me now!”

Jia Zhang wanted to be near the window.

On the bed by the window, there was a thin, frail woman lying with her back to her, seemingly asleep.

Jia Zhang went straight over and pushed her hard twice.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you looking for death?”

The woman flipped over and glared at Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang was so scared she took two steps back, almost landing on her bottom.

The woman she had woken up had an average appearance, but there was a terrifying scar on her face.

It ran from the left side of her forehead, across the bridge of her nose, to her right cheek.

The upper left end of the scar went deep into her hairline, and the lower right end reached the edge of her cheek, splitting her entire face in two.

Where had Jia Zhang ever seen such a terrifying scar?

“Scar Sister, the new fatty wants to take your bed.”

Someone snitched.

“You want my bed?”

The Scarred Woman glared at Jia Zhang.

“I, I...”

Jia Zhang trembled, frightened by the scar on the woman’s face.

“Go, loosen her muscles and bones for her!”

The Scarred Woman waved her hand.

The women in the detention cell, except for the Scarred Woman, swarmed forward, pinned Jia Zhang to the ground, and gave her a sound beating.

“Come on, call me Grandma and let me hear it.”

The beating finished.

Jia Zhang was pinned to the ground.

The Scarred Woman, barefoot, stepped on her chest and looked down at her from above.

“Grandma!”

Tears streamed from Jia Zhang’s eyes.

“Good girl!”

“What are you crying for?”

“Come, I haven’t washed my feet for several days, and they are a bit dirty. You help me lick them clean. If you don’t lick them clean, I’ll cut your tongue out.”

“Don’t spit. If you dare to spit, I’ll cut your tongue out too.”

The Scarred Woman stepped on Jia Zhang’s mouth.

Jia Zhang wept.

She licked the feet.

“Damn it, I swear, I will never eat pig’s trotters again!”

She licked once.

Jia Zhang was about to go crazy.

The Scarred Woman’s feet, unwashed for days—one sniff of that pungent odor almost blew the top of her skull off.

Yet, she had absolutely no ability to resist.

Jia Gen and Jia Dongxu, both being male and having entered together, were sent to the men’s detention cell.

“Yo, we’ve got newcomers!”

As soon as the Jia father and son entered the cell, they were surrounded.

“Bring those two over here!”

Someone spoke up.

Surrounded by the crowd.

The Jia father and son tremblingly arrived in front of the best bed in the cell, where a smiling, bald, burly man sat. ===== CHAPTER 134 =====