Wu Xueyan’s expression shifted, and she stumbled in a panic, falling against Zhao Dachuan. Her clothes caught on a nearby chair.
*Rip!*
The poorly patched fabric gave way, tearing open and revealing a large portion of the brassiere she was wearing underneath. The two of them were in an incredibly compromising position; anyone seeing them would be prone to wild imaginations.
*Bang!*
Before Zhao Dachuan could help her up, the door was kicked open. Zhang Hu strode in. When he saw the pair in each other’s arms, he flew into a rage and shouted:
"Well, well! Wu Xueyan! You act all pure and innocent in front of me, making me burn with desire, all while you’re fooling around with your cousin behind my back!"
"Can a fool like him even satisfy you? Look at how scrawny he is—let me satisfy you instead!"
As he spoke, Zhang Hu’s lecherous eyes darted hungrily over her body. The exposed skin where her clothes had torn was a fatal temptation to him. Drooling, he couldn't help but lunge toward Wu Xueyan, reaching out to drag her into his arms to grope her at will.
But just then, Zhao Dachuan shielded Wu Xueyan behind him and threw a fierce punch directly at Zhang Hu.
The fist moved with the speed of a gust of wind. Zhang Hu had no time to dodge, and the blow landed squarely on his left eye.
"Agh!" Zhang Hu let out a miserable shriek. His left eye immediately swelled into a black eye.
Clutching his eye, Zhang Hu hopped around in pain. He glared at Zhao Dachuan with extreme malice and roared:
"You idiot Dachuan! You bastard! You dare ambush me? I’ll beat you to death!"
Oblivious to the change in Zhao Dachuan, Zhang Hu relied on his larger, sturdier frame and expected to counterattack. However, when he swung his fist again, Zhao Dachuan caught it with ease. Zhao Dachuan then followed up with another swift, brutal punch to Zhang Hu’s right eye.
A second success!
With that, Zhao Dachuan had given Zhang Hu a matching pair of black eyes. Zhang Hu was knocked to the floor, sprawling like a turtle. He looked truly pathetic.
"How can this be!?" Zhang Hu was stunned. He was clearly the larger one—why were Zhao Dachuan’s punches so vicious? Moreover, Zhao Dachuan’s presence was terrifying. There wasn't a trace of his former simple-mindedness left.
"Zhao Dachuan! You… you aren't a fool anymore!" Zhang Hu gasped.
"Hmph! What, Zhang Hu? Did you think you could bully my sister-in-law just because I was a fool? Keep dreaming! If I don't beat you until you're calling me grandpa today, then my name isn't Zhao Dachuan!"
Having learned from Wang Wei how Zhang Hu had been tormenting Wu Xueyan, Zhao Dachuan was already boiling with rage. Seeing Zhang Hu deliver himself to his doorstep, he wanted nothing more than to beat the man until his own parents wouldn't recognize him.
As Zhao Dachuan stepped toward him, the murderous aura radiating from him forced Zhang Hu to instinctively retreat two or three steps, panicked and stammering:
"Zhao Dachuan! What are you trying to do?! Don't you mess around! I have your family's property deed in my hand. Do you plan on being kicked out to live on the streets?"
The property deed? Zhao Dachuan looked at the document in Zhang Hu's hand with confusion. It was true—that was indeed their family’s deed. To Wu Xueyan, their home was a treasure; she wouldn't have handed it over even if her life depended on it! Zhao Dachuan was deeply puzzled.
Seeing Zhang Hu flaunting the deed so arrogantly, the grievances pent up in Wu Xueyan finally exploded. She screamed at him:
"Zhang Hu! You thug! You heartless wretch! You threatened Dachuan’s life to steal that deed from me, and now you’re using it to blackmail us! You are shameless!"
"Hahaha..."
With the deed in hand, Zhang Hu grew smug again, convinced he had Wu Xueyan and Zhao Dachuan cornered. He sneered, "So what if I'm shameless? I have the deed! You have to do as I say, or I'll kick you out... Wait! Zhao Dachuan! What... what are you doing!?"
Halfway through his sentence, Zhang Hu felt something was wrong. A chilling aura bore down on him. Zhao Dachuan was walking toward him, face full of murderous intent.
"What am I doing? You'll find out in a second!"
No sooner had the words left his lips than Zhao Dachuan unleashed a fierce punch into Zhang Hu’s stomach. The blow was so hard it nearly knocked the bile out of him. Zhang Hu collapsed, curling into a fetal position, shivering all over.
Yet, Zhao Dachuan didn't stop. Thinking of how his sister-in-law had even prepared rat poison to end her own life because of this man, he unleashed a barrage of kicks and punches. Zhang Hu wailed as he scurried to protect his head.
After the brutal beating, the former village bully looked like a swollen, bruised pig. He knelt before Zhao Dachuan like a coward, begging for mercy. Panting, with blood dripping from his teeth, he slurred:
"Stop... stop hitting me! Zhao Dachuan! I can't take it! Please, stop!"
Zhao Dachuan knew exactly how much force to use. Once he saw Zhang Hu was half-dead, he stopped, satisfied, and snatched the property deed back. Seeing the terms written on it—a forced extortion signed by Wu Xueyan under duress—he immediately crossed them out and drew up a new transfer agreement.
"Sign it and press your thumbprint!"
Zhao Dachuan placed the new agreement and a fabricated IOU in front of Zhang Hu.
"I, Zhang Hu, am willing to gift the property deed to Wu Xueyan for free, and I am also borrowing one thousand yuan to Wu Xueyan for her turnover!"
"What?! When did I owe you a thousand yuan? Zhao Dachuan! This is robbery!" Zhang Hu couldn't help but object.
But before he could finish, Zhao Dachuan stepped hard on his head, pinning it to the ground. With a wild and arrogant air, he said, "If I, Zhao Dachuan, say you owe money, you owe money! What, do you want another serving of my fists?"
"Ah... no!"
Terrified, Zhang Hu turned pale with fear. Seeing Zhao Dachuan’s other foot crush the very floorboards beneath them, Zhang Hu felt a shiver run down his spine. He immediately smiled fawningly and admitted his mistake. "Zhao Dachuan! I don't want any more fists! I'll sign! I’ll sign and press my thumbprint right now!"
"That’s more like a businessman! Sign it properly!"
Satisfied with Zhang Hu’s performance, Zhao Dachuan placed the papers before him. Zhang Hu didn't dare hesitate and immediately signed and pressed his thumbprint.
"I... I’ve done everything! Can I go now?" Zhang Hu acted submissive to Zhao Dachuan’s face, while inwardly plotting his revenge against him and Wu Xueyan.
Zhao Dachuan snorted coldly and kicked Zhang Hu out the door. The kick was calculated, striking a specific meridian point that would render Zhang Hu impotent for life. Zhang Hu, however, had no idea how miserable his future would be. He scrambled away, muttering curses and vows of revenge.
Zhao Dachuan didn't care at all for trash like Zhang Hu. He took the deed and the IOU to Wu Xueyan. But as he turned, he realized the fabric of Wu Xueyan’s clothes was of such poor quality that the remaining threads had snapped. Her perfect body, clad only in a bodice, was now fully displayed before him.
What a feast for the eyes! Zhao Dachuan stood frozen in place...