Chapter 69: Mad Dog Fist

The aroma of Yang Qing's food here, plus the commotion of the scuffle, attracted a crowd that gathered around.

Seeing Sha Zhu's state, they widened their eyes: the Siheyuan's war god had been beaten?

Sha Zhu, seeing more and more people, became even more ashamed and angry.

Faced with the deaf old lady's scolding, he stayed unmoved and stopped.

He simply stood up, head down, silent.

Yang Qing saw this, knowing he was unwilling to accept it; that wouldn't do—today he must seize the chance to subdue him.

Otherwise, wouldn't my effort this time—losing control from years of repression, going berserk, then later regaining sanity and seizing the chance to act, crying hysterically—be wasted?

"Sha Zhu, you hit my wife and still won't apologize—today I'll fight you to the end."

Shouting, Yang Qing unleashed a barrage of Wang Ba Fist.

Sha Zhu was also holding his breath; after being hit a few times by Yang Qing, he began to fight back with one hand.

"Get out of my way, you useless thing."

Chen Hong had originally been standing between Yang Qing and the deaf old lady.

So her reaction was a bit slow.

By the time she turned around, the two were already fighting.

Yang Qing, once again feigning a frenzy, after being punched twice by Sha Zhu and hearing him call him a waste, completely let loose.

He entered the pinnacle of street fighting—the Mad Dog Fist, the king of no‑holds‑barred combat.

"Aooo…"

A throat strike.

Sha Zhu quickly raised one hand to guard his throat.

"Aooo…"

But Yang Qing changed his move midway, turning it into an eye gouge.

Sha Zhu's hand was still on his throat, leaving no time to react; Yang Qing poked him in the brow ridge (you can't really poke the eye—one poke would ruin it).

Sha Zhu, frightened, tightly closed his eyes and covered his face with one hand.

"Aooo…"

Yang Qing took the opportunity to kick him in the crotch.

This time, Sha Zhu finally felt the pain that Xu Damao had once endured.

"Aoo…"

Sha Zhu clenched his crotch, bent his legs, and lowered his waist.

"Aooo…"

Yang Qing seized the chance again, grabbed Sha Zhu's head and delivered a series of knee strikes.

He didn't strike the head, but the chest and abdomen.

Thus, Yang Qing held back a lot, yet Sha Zhu was still beaten down, shrinking to the ground and constantly wailing.

The deaf old lady, seeing this, jumped in fright, rushed to Sha Zhu's side to block Yang Qing's further attacks, and said heartbrokenly:

"Zhuzi, Zhuzi…"

Yang Qing's maneuver not only left Chen Hong dumbfounded, but also stunned everyone in the courtyard.

Too brutal, too vicious—every move was lethal.

Yi Zhonghai originally thought Sha Zhu would beat Yang Qing, a sure thing.

Who knew that in a flash, the situation would reverse.

Yang Qing, who had been bullied for over a decade, unleashed a barrage and beat Sha Zhu into a dog.

He hastily shouted coldly.

"Stop, Yang Qing, what are you doing? Do you want to kill someone?"

Whether justified or not, they first slap a charge on you—same old trick.

Chen Hong, hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, snapped out of her surprise.

Frowning, she said to Yi Zhonghai:

"What, Elder, Sha Zhu has bullied my man for over a decade; he resists a little and suddenly it's a heinous crime?"

"Everyone here knows Sha Zhu deserves it; you don't reprimand him, but instead pin charges on the victim."

Yi Zhonghai, rebuked by Chen Hong, realized his usual tricks were useless.

He could only look for another direction.

"Even if he's wrong, you can't kick the crotch—that's a sensitive spot; if something goes wrong, can Yang Qing bear the responsibility?"

Xu Damao, hearing this, felt his anger rush to his head, and he spoke indignantly.

"As it turns out, even the Elder knows you can't kick the groin—so how many times has Sha Zhu kicked me, and what did you say?"

"I'm at fault, Sha Zhu is at fault—let's leave it at that."

"Young people scuffling—quite normal."

"Why does he kick others but not you?"

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"These are all what you said, right?"

The Elder, having his past brought up, instantly flushed with embarrassment and forced an explanation.

"Isn't it because you keep provoking him?"

Xu Damao still isn't letting him go; today he intends to expose Yi Zhonghai's false facade.

He looked toward the San Da Ye family behind the crowd.

"What about Jiecheng?"

"Sha Zhu spoke without restraint, insulted San Da Ye, Jiecheng stood up for his father, and Sha Zhu also kicked his crotch—what's going on?"

Yi Zhonghai forced himself to stay calm.

"All right, Xu Damao, that's all in the past; now we're talking about the present."

He saw Long Laotaitai's expression, also sensed something was off, so the situation shifted.

"If He Yuzhu does something wrong, I will show no leniency."

Yan Jie Cheng was about to step forward to testify, but Yi Zhonghai interrupted him, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

San Da Ye pulled him a bit, and Yan Jie Cheng consequently stopped his steps.

The situation was unclear; San Da Ye didn't want to step out to support Xu Damao and offend the eldest elder.

Seeing Yan Jie Cheng retreat, Xu Damao muttered a curse of "useless".

No one was fanning the flames, so he could only halt the turmoil.

But unexpectedly, at that moment, Chen Hong spoke.

"Ah, I understand now—I was wondering why Sha Zhu is so barbaric, lacking martial virtue, bullying the weak, aggressive and combative; it turns out the eldest elder has been indulging him."

Chen Hong's gaze toward the eldest elder was full of contempt.

It was also Chen Hong's remark that caused a commotion among the people in the compound.

Because Chen Hong was absolutely right, Sha Zhu's violence is itself a major malignant tumor in the compound, long complained about.

The reasons are also understood by most people, but it's not convenient to expose them.

Now that Chen Hong has pointed it out, the shameful reasons have also been laid bare.

Yi Zhonghai's face flushed red; he hated Chen Hong and Xu Damao to death in his heart.

Jia Dongxu then stood up.

"Everyone knows that He Yuzhu and He Yushui were abandoned by He Daqing."

"Back then they were young, with no adult support, no one to teach them, and they made some mistakes in conduct, which is understandable."

"After all, if he weren't capable, he'd easily be bullied; he was also doing it to protect his sister."

"As for my master, after all he's not a father, there are some things it's better not to talk about."

"We can only look after them out of pity for the two siblings."

"So, Sha Zhu's fondness for fighting stems from his childhood need, as a young man, to protect his family."

"Once he grew up and formed the habit, it had nothing to do with my master."

"My master looked after Sha Zhu also out of goodwill."

"These years, everyone knows full well what my master has done."

"Chen Hong has just arrived and doesn't understand the situation; that's understandable."

"Now I hope Chen Hong will no longer misunderstand my master."

Jia Dongxu's words can be said to be quite well‑spoken.

If it weren't for Yang Qing seeing Qin Huairu whispering in his ear, he would almost have thought this person had been running the household for a few days and become shrewd.

Yi Zhonghai heard Jia Dongxu's words, his eyes full of relief.

He had not doted on this disciple in vain.

With Jia Dongxu's words, the crowd's discussion of Yi Zhonghai ceased, lest they offend the eldest elder too much.

And Yang Qing's aim, through his earlier fierce demeanor, to intimidate the crowd had already been achieved.

He didn't see that everyone's gaze toward him had turned fearful.

Indeed, Yang Qing's methods were too harsh; a single hit would either kill or injure.

Moreover, just now his frantic, mad‑howling appearance was terrifying.

It left them a deep impression.