Ye Qingqing put away the silver needles and kicked Zhao Baishan on the ground a few more times. Zhao Baishan was in excruciating pain and fainted several times, but woke up from the pain. This woman was stronger than a man, and her kicks hurt his heart.

The elderly couple in the car were initially angry with their son and wanted to teach Zhao Baishan a lesson themselves, but now that they saw him being beaten beyond recognition by Ye Qingqing, they felt sorry for him. After all, he was their own flesh and blood!

"I...I have to get out and stop that woman!" Grandpa Xiao Jie opened the car door and was about to get out; if the fight continued, his youngest son would be killed.

But Xiao Jie's grandma grabbed him, saying, "What are you going down there for? Stay in the car and everything will be fine with Baishan."

She still vividly remembered Ye Qingqing's fierceness, and this woman's man was even more difficult to deal with. Her youngest son was already in such a state that she couldn't control him, and the old man couldn't afford to get into any more trouble.

The two argued, but not for long, because more people arrived—Xiao Hu's family and the police. After Ye Qingqing left, Xiao Hu's mother first called the police and then called her husband. When Xiao Hu's father heard that Xiao Zhu had been hit by a car and Xiao Jie had been kidnapped by human traffickers, he was so frightened that he forgot about the important clients he was entertaining and rushed back. He then came over with the police.

"Little Pig... Little Jie... Waaah... Are you alright? I couldn't find you anywhere..."

Little Tiger hugged his friend tightly, crying and laughing at the same time. He was terrified. The security guard had said that the pig had been hit by a car, and he was really worried that the pig would turn into mincemeat. He pinched the pig a few times, and the flesh was firm and warm. He felt more relaxed and laughed through his tears, "It didn't turn into mincemeat, that's great... We can play hide-and-seek again."

"I'm fine, the car can't hit me." The little pig looked smug. He was a tough guy raised by his father, and bad guys couldn't do anything to him.

Tiger's mother patted her chest vigorously and kept chanting Buddhist prayers, "Thank goodness, everything is alright. Oh dear... I was so scared just now. Little Pig and Little Jie are so lucky that they were able to turn misfortune into good fortune. The Bodhisattva is protecting them!"

“My father taught me this, not a Bodhisattva.”

The little pig blinked, not understanding what the tiger's mother was saying. It was clearly his father who taught him to practice kung fu, so what did it have to do with the Bodhisattva?

Little Tiger's mother chuckled, gently pinched the little guy's cheek, and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, it's all thanks to your father, and the Bodhisattva also deserves credit."

The older security guard finally couldn't resist coming over and curiously examined the pig. Apart from some minor cuts and bruises, it hadn't lost a single hair. But he clearly saw the pig get hit head-on by a car, so how could it be unharmed?

"I...I didn't see wrong, that's exactly how it crashed into me, I really didn't see wrong, could this kid possibly fly?"

The older security guard muttered to himself, feeling somewhat guilty. It was all his fault for having poor eyesight and giving false information; someone with a heart condition might have been scared to death by him.

"I can't fly, so I crawled under the car." The little pig said as he demonstrated, which shocked even the police. Such a reaction speed would be difficult for even them to escape unless they were special police officers.

Ye Qingqing explained, "My husband practices martial arts, and my son has been practicing martial arts since he could walk. He practices for at least two hours every day, rain or shine. Moreover, my son is very talented, so he is quite skilled. Most adults can't beat him."

"This child is only five or six years old at most. How could he have such great skills?" The onlookers were not very convinced. No matter how talented a child is, he is naturally weak. How could he possibly be a match for an adult?

Ye Qingqing smiled and said, "Why don't you send a representative to spar with my son? Don't worry, my son will be careful."