Chapter 4: Continue to abuse the scumbag]
"Guifang, we are here, come out and greet the in-laws and aunt!"
This voice successfully made Qin Yian stop, tighten his stick and turn around.
Is this a matchmaker who only cares about money and has no conscience? That family was found by this person. She knew that the man's first wife was tortured to death by that family, but she took money from both sides and deliberately found such a family for the original owner.
There was another shouting outside the door.
"Is the bride ready? We are here. We will leave soon. The relatives and friends are waiting for us."
Matchmaker Zhang said, and when she pushed the door open, she saw a row of unusual people lying in the yard in front of her. The festive smile on her face disappeared. As soon as she stepped into the yard, she quickly retreated and tilted her head to look at the house number hanging on the wall.
"Sister Zhang, what are you doing? Come in quickly. Don't delay my son's auspicious time. The relatives at home are still waiting for us." The shrill voice was the so-called mean, vicious mother-in-law who likes to torture people, Zhao Xiaohong.
"That's right, hurry in, the beautiful wife I bought for 800 yuan is still waiting, Xiao An'an, wait for your brother to pick you up~" This greasy voice must be the lame widower, the domestic violence man, Liu Bing.
"Why are you shouting, just go in, you're wasting time." The impatient old man was talking, and I knew it was the old lecherous father-in-law, Liu Laogen.
The whole family came together to get married, are they afraid that she will run away? Very good, everyone is here, Qin Yian ran to the door quickly.
Liu Guifang, who was the first to recover in the yard, heard these shouts and seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. She opened her eyes and climbed up, but she was too weak to do anything and could only sit there and cough violently a few times, anxiously and weakly shouting: "Help... Help..."
"What's that sound?"
Liu Bing stepped into the yard, followed by Zhao Xiaohong, Liu Laogen, and Zhang Matchmaker, and the door slammed shut.
Several people turned around in fear and saw Qin Yian behind them, who was already holding a stick and hitting them. None of the four people were spared.
"Ah——"
The people were beaten so hard that they danced disco in the yard, jumping, dodging, and screaming, and none of them could escape.
Qin Yian hit them where it hurt, and soon the four people were lying on the ground screaming.
How did this little bastard suddenly become so powerful?
The four members of the Qin family who were lying on the ground watching nearby finally gave up their worries. They didn't even despise each other, and supported each other to retreat.
"You really can't stand being beaten. I'm just warming up."
Qin Yian pinched her arm and kicked them a few times.
Looking at these people lying on the ground, she immediately thought of the book that seemed to write that after the original owner was tortured to death by this family, this family, for the sake of their own reputation, threw the original owner into the cesspool, rolled around, and picked him up, pretending to the outside world that the original owner fell into the cesspool and drowned.
"Damn scum!" Qin Yian stomped even harder, and angrily picked up the two urine buckets that had vomited the ground and the four members of the Qin family, and poured them on the four people on the ground.
"Ah——"
"You little bitch, you'll be in trouble when you marry into my family!" Zhao Xiaohong and Liu Laogen kept cursing.
"Don't fall into my hands, I'll kill you and make you wish you were dead." Liu Bing stared at Qin Yian with a sinister look and quietly moved towards the stick Qin Yian threw on the ground.
"Then let's see who gets the first punishment."
Qin Yian chuckled, saw through his little thoughts, and let it go, picking up the second bucket and pouring a little on them.
"Comrade Xu, this family is beating the child again. This child is so pitiful. She has been doing the housework since she was a child. She doesn't have enough to eat and is beaten every day. Today she was beaten so badly. I could hear screams and curses from a long distance away. What a sin! This family is too shameless. Listen, it seems that they found someone else to beat her today."
The public security comrade outside the door came at the right time and heard Liu Bing's threatening words when he arrived at the door.
Finally, he came. Qin Yian, who had sharp ears, heard the sound outside and quickly poured the bucket in his hand at several people, and looked at Liu Bing provocatively.
Liu Bing's attention had been focused on the stick on the ground. He was about to get the stick but was overwhelmed by victory. He didn't think much about it when he heard some noisy sounds outside and was immersed in his own world. Then he saw Qin Yian's expression asking for a beating and lost all his rationality. He took the stick and hit Qin Yian.
"You stinky bitch, you dare to hit me, I'll kill you today."
Qin Yian's mouth corners raised, and the next moment he messed up his hair even more, holding the bucket and falling parabola on the clean ground in the direction where Liu Bing's stick was about to fall, and said angrily:
"I will fight with you traffickers today, and all traffickers will die miserably. Ah!"
"Oh my God! Yian kid! Comrades, please save this kid!" The neighbor uncle Wang Dajun exclaimed, and then inhaled a foul smell into his lungs, almost vomiting the breakfast he had just eaten.
Qin Yian did not fall down, and was caught by a public security comrade who ran over.
Liu Bing was also kicked to the ground by another public security comrade, who controlled him.
"Comrade, you caught the wrong person. She beat me. It was her." Liu Bing was stepped on and cried out that he was wronged.
"Shut up. I heard you scolding and beating a little girl when I came in. You are a grown man and you still have the nerve to cry out that you are wronged." The police comrade stepped on his back even harder. "
Comrade, are you okay?" The police comrade who caught Qin Yian asked worriedly.