As an outsider, Xiao Weiguo was willing but unable to do anything about this matter!

He stood by anxiously, hoping that someone in the village would step forward and separate the two men who were fighting.

The two women were rolling around on the ground, locked in a fierce struggle, their clothes almost torn to shreds!

This appearance is truly unbearable to look at.

Surprisingly, among all the men present, apart from Wang Changlin, not a single one of them had any intention of offering help.

Instead, they gathered around with great interest, watching the farce with rapt attention, as if it were a play.

And look at those women, they all timidly retreated, adopting an attitude of "I'm just here to watch the show, I won't get involved."

In the midst of the chaos, a woman suddenly emerged from the crowd.

The woman appeared to be around the same age as Masulan.

Everyone thought she rushed out to resolve the dispute and mediate between the two sides, but who would have thought she wasn't there to break up the fight at all!

Without saying a word, she joined the fray, working together with Ma Sulan to hold down Widow Liu.

Then, the two men showed no mercy and began slapping Widow Liu's cheeks repeatedly.

It was already a one-on-one situation, and the physically weak Widow Liu was already struggling to deal with Ma Sulan, who had long been engaged in physical labor, so she had no chance of winning.

Now that another helper has arrived, Widow Liu is truly helpless, with no one to turn to and no one to help her. She is left with no choice but to passively endure the beatings!

As the scene became increasingly chaotic, Wang Changlin was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, constantly slapping his thick thighs.

He kept shouting.

"Oh no! Stop hitting me! My God..."

However, faced with this fierce fight between women, he was powerless to intervene despite his strength and could only stand by anxiously shouting.

He looked around anxiously, hoping someone would step forward to help, but everyone around him looked hesitant, as if no one wanted to get involved in the conflict.

In desperation, Wang Changlin had no choice but to turn to Xiao Weiguo for help.

But Xiao Weiguo looked helpless at this moment, as the situation was indeed quite troublesome.

You know, you can't expect Jiao Bai, a grown man, to forcibly separate these women who are wrestling together, can you?

Regardless of whether it's appropriate to do this, just look at the clothes of these women; they're already almost torn to shreds. If Jiao Bai were to rashly step forward and take action, things would probably only get worse.

Just as everyone in the room was at a loss, they watched helplessly as the three women rolled and wrestled on the ground, fighting each other, accompanied by shrill cries and howls.

The whole scene was absolutely chaotic.

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside. "Damn it! Who dares to bully my mother? Are you all tired of living?"

With that roar, a tall and imposing young man, about twenty years old, rushed in from outside the village office like a gust of wind.

As soon as he entered the house, his gaze quickly locked onto Widow Liu, who was being pressed down and rubbed against the ground by two other women.

In an instant, a surge of anger rushed to his head. Without saying a word, he kicked Ma Sulan hard in the face.

The young man was tall and strong, like a moving iron tower.

He suddenly swung his long, powerful legs, creating a sharp gust of wind.

If that kick had landed squarely on Ma Sulan's face, the consequences would have been unimaginable; she would likely have either died on the spot or been seriously injured.

At this very moment, Ma Sulan was straddling Liu the widow, her hands moving in unison, raining blows on Liu's cheeks, thoroughly enjoying herself!

However, just as she was caught off guard, a figure suddenly rushed over like lightning, and a large foot kicked straight at her face.

Ma Sulan was just an ordinary farm woman, how could she possibly dodge such a swift and powerful attack?

In her panic, she could only instinctively raise her arms to try to defend herself.

With a muffled thud, the young man's foot struck Ma Sulan's arm hard.

The impact was overwhelming, and Ma Sulan couldn't withstand it at all. She let out a shrill scream and rolled off Liu the widow like a kite with a broken string.

Another woman who was helping out saw this and turned pale with fright, and couldn't help but scream.

She scrambled to her feet, trying to run away.

But how could the young man let her escape so easily? He flashed forward and quickly caught up, grabbing the woman's hair tightly from behind with his large hand.

The young man was furious, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at the woman in front of him, while he kept cursing.

"You arrogant and ignorant old woman, how dare you lay a hand on my mother! I'll teach you a lesson today!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his tightly clenched fist, like a ferocious beast that had spotted its prey, and without hesitation, smashed it straight down on the back of the woman's head.

It's important to know that the back of the head is one of the most vulnerable parts of the body; if it is struck hard, the consequences can be unimaginable.

At this moment, the young man's fist was whistling through the air, and it sounded as if bones were cracking. If this punch were to land, the woman would probably be bleeding from her head and unconscious on the spot!

There were other people in the room, but they were all terrified by the young man's fierce appearance and imposing aura. Their faces turned pale, and they involuntarily retreated, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Even Wang Changlin, who wanted to step forward to stop it, was no exception. Although he was anxious, he was too slow and could only watch as the fist was about to hit the woman, but he was too late to stop it.

"Wang Jun, stop right now."

Helpless, he could only let out a roar.

But the young man ignored his words and, without the slightest hesitation, gritted his teeth and threw a punch.

Just then, a not-too-long but thick and powerful arm firmly grasped the young man's wrist, causing his fist to stop abruptly, unable to move forward even an inch.

A deep voice sounded in the young man's ear.

"Is it really necessary to fight with a woman?"