I smiled and greeted each family member. My dad quickened his pace and walked a few steps closer.
He looked at my head and said, "How are you? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"
I said, "It's okay, everything's fine."
At this moment, the old man, carrying the little girl, came to the bedside and said, "Good job, kid. You're one of our Yuan family's offspring. You're really something, not asking any questions."
They attacked right away; if the opponents hadn't been trained, you might have been able to take on five of them single-handedly.
I learned from Aizen that my uncle was a security guard instructor at the Fengtian First Machinery Factory.
He possesses a family-inherited extraordinary heritage and is the only person in his family to reach the second realm of innate cultivation.
The training method is a "shamanic war dance," and the fighting style is "wrestling."
Second Uncle was a legitimate gang member, a double-flower red stick in "Fierce Tiger Hall," the largest gang in Fengtian.
They managed several streets, and most of the men in the family worked for the two of them. The father worked at the First Machinery Factory, driving a truck to transport raw materials in the freight department.
I blushed after hearing what the old man said, and replied, "I underestimated him this time. I'll practice harder and get my revenge later."
After hearing my boastful words, everyone burst into laughter. Little did they know that I wasn't exaggerating at all.
The old man put down the little girl, reached out and patted my head, and said loudly, "Good lad, you have ambition. When you're older, you'll practice martial arts with me."
Let's see how long you can last, kid. Your older brothers all slacked off and didn't train much. It'll be your turn then.
I patted my chest loudly and said, "Don't worry, sir, my talent is definitely not a problem."
When people saw me looking like this, they just found it funny and didn't say anything hurtful.
But how could they know that as long as I cultivate my spirit, and use it to return to my vital energy and essence, I don't need to practice any special techniques at all; my martial arts learning will be incredibly fast.
Everyone thinks I'm just a kid bragging, and I'm just laughing along with everyone else; I'm not saying anything outrageous.
At this moment, the second uncle spoke up: "By the way, the Tong family came to find me a couple of days ago."
They said it was all a misunderstanding between children, and that their family was willing to pay compensation, so could they just let it go?
The matter itself is simple and clear: the other party is willing to lower their head and pay compensation, which is already very good. However, my parents are still a little unhappy.
After all, I had been beaten and hospitalized for so many days. When I saw my dad about to say something, I preemptively said, "It's alright, Second Uncle, you can decide this matter."
It's nothing serious for me. Just give me some of the money later. If I want to save face, I'll go to the Tong family myself.
The fact that Uncle Erda brought this up in this setting proves that he approves of this approach. Saying anything else would offend Uncle Erda.
Uncle Er smiled at me and didn't say anything more. Indeed, both sides were at fault. If I hadn't been unconscious, the other party wouldn't have been able to ask for compensation for so many days.
Tong Wei kept protesting his innocence, saying he didn't kill me, but it just so happened that I woke up and was in a coma for a week. Everyone was panicked, thinking that if I didn't wake up, things would get really bad.
After all, it wasn't a big deal at first. But to have someone die over such a trivial matter and create such a deep-seated feud shows that the Yuan family is not to be trifled with.
If we're truly on the right side, the Tong family will suffer greatly. Now that I've woken up, although I still need to give an explanation, the two families don't have to fight each other anymore.
Moreover, I'm more sensible than my dad. The parties involved all said they wouldn't pursue the matter, so everyone else let it go. Only my dad was upset, and my mom was a little heartbroken, but neither of them said anything.
The older generation stayed for a while and then left, while only a few of the younger sisters stayed for a short time.
The age gap is too big, and the brothers aren't particularly close, but the sisters are. Women and men are just different.
When my third brother left, he secretly slipped me a small spring-loaded knife, one of those small switchblades.
I secretly chuckled to myself while quickly tucking it under my pillow.
After exchanging eyebrow taunts with my third brother for a while, he quickly ran away, raising his eyebrows as well. If my mom found out, he'd be finished if he gave me this.
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