Chapter 130: The Wishful Thinking Failed

After fighting for a while, Zhou Zixu realized that Zhou Changjiang only had brute force but knew no martial arts skills. He stepped forward, grabbed the wrist of Zhou Changjiang holding the knife, and pressed his knee hard into his stomach.

"ah!"

Zhou Changjiang felt as if his wrist was being pinched by a pair of pliers, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a clang. Then his stomach felt as if it was hit by a hammer. He screamed and knelt on the ground, holding his stomach.

“That was a close call!”

“What a beautiful hand.”

"The pretty boy is quite capable."

The villagers around were silent at first, looking at the yard nervously, but when they saw Zhou Zixu, they knelt down and praised his skills.

Don't judge a book by its cover, and you can't judge the depths of the sea by its depths. This pretty boy in front of me has some skills.

"Son, son, are you okay?"

Zhou Changjiang's mother rushed over, hugged Zhou Changjiang and started crying.

"puff."

Zhou Changjiang's stomach churned and he vomited all of a sudden. His mother was caught off guard and was covered in vomit. The sour smell almost made her vomit. She grabbed her son's clothes to wipe her face, and slapped him twice in anger.

"You useless thing. You're drunk and crazy after drinking some cat urine. Just wait and see how I'll deal with you when I get home."

She was trying to give Zhou Changjiang a way out! Her son came to kill her with a knife. Li Sihui, that girl, looked like a tough guy. If she pursued the matter, it wouldn't be solved with twenty eggs.

"Wait a minute, are you leaving now? It's illegal to break into a private residence with a knife. You can't leave if you want to."

Unexpectedly, her wish failed and Zhou Zixu stopped her with a cold face.

His originally smiling peach blossom eyes now turned into a cold and evil star.

"Please, my son was drunk and just acting crazy. Look, you beat him up. Can you please let him go?"

Zhou Changjiang's mother was shocked. This man was so powerful that she hurried over and begged for mercy, nodding and bowing.

"This is against the law. It's useless for you to plead with me. Everyone saw it clearly, right? This kid just held a kitchen knife in his hand and wanted to kill Li Sihui. If I wasn't there, what would have happened?"

Zhou Zixu held his breath and glanced around coldly. As a mysophobe, he really couldn't stand the smell of vomit. If it were in the past, he would definitely cover his nose with a handkerchief and retreat.

But now if he covered his nose with a handkerchief, he would lose that intimidating power in the eyes of others.

But holding his breath like this, he felt like he was suffocating to death.

Li Sihui raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile, turned around, put the noodles into the pot, and stirred them slowly.

"Watch the fire."

After giving her brother an order, she went into the house, found a broken bowl, and took out some seasoning from the space capsule.

When she came to the yard again, she saw Zhou Changjiang's mother kneeling in front of Zhou Zixu.

He squinted his eyes and found that Zhou Changjiang's mother was also a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

"Please, don't send my son to prison. He is the only strong laborer in my family. I am sick and I rely on him to earn work points to support me!"

She was crying with tears streaming down her face. Zhou Zixu pulled her up and kicked Zhou Changjiang. He caused the trouble himself and asked his mother to kneel down. Is he a man?

"Aunt, I'm doing this for his own good. Now that there are no serious consequences, maybe he can be sentenced to one to two years as a lesson. If he really kills someone, he will be shot. Don't you only have one son in your family? You shouldn't spoil him."

"No! If you don't agree, I will keep kneeling here."

After Zhou Changjiang's mother finished speaking, she knelt down, putting Zhou Zixu in a dilemma.