"Brother, thank you so much for today."

Shen Honggang said, "Guizhi, don't be afraid. If any bastard dares to come again, I'll beat him to a pulp!"

"Brother, you don't know, I've moved three times in three years, and he's found me every time. He causes trouble whenever he's drunk. I really didn't know..."

Zhang Guizhi choked up before she could finish speaking.

Shen Honggang recalled the pain of being harassed by Chen Feng every now and then, and he empathized with Zhang Guizhi's experience.

"This coward is a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. If he does it again, I'll give him a good beating and see if he dares to come back!"

Zhang Guizhi sighed repeatedly, "Ma Fugui is a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong, and he deserves to be beaten, but his mother is not someone to be trifled with! Taking advantage of her age, she acts like a senior citizen and starts cursing people. What can anyone do about her?"

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Now Shen Honggang was in a dilemma.

It was nothing for him to hit Ma Fugui, but if the old shrew really came knocking on his door, he couldn't lay a hand on an old woman.

He couldn't help but sigh, "How can there be so many utterly despicable scoundrels in the world!"

However, his determination to protect Zhang Guizhi will not waver.

He said a few more words of comfort, and Zhang Guizhi finally felt a little better and stopped crying.

"Open the door! You bitch, I saw it through the crack in the door! You let that man into your room? You're fucking shameless!"

Ma Fugui hadn't left yet, and he was kicking the door so hard it was making a loud noise.

Shen Jingyan walked to the front door and opened it a crack. Ma Fugui tried to squeeze through the crack.

"Damn it, I'm going in right now to catch them in the act!"

Shen Jingyan stopped him and warned him sternly, "Uncle, you'd better leave quickly. My uncle is angry and he's sharpening a knife!"

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Upon hearing the word "sharpening knives," Ma Fugui's heart tightened, and he dared not go any further.

But he retorted defiantly, "Sharpening a knife? Do you think I'm afraid of a country bumpkin like him? Does he really think he can chop me up?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud sound of sharpening knives echoed from the courtyard.