Chapter 17. Jiang Can got out of bed with a cold face, and entered the room...
Jiang Can got out of bed with a cold face. The roof tiles were smashed, and the things thrown over landed directly in the house. There was all kinds of garbage. The better ones were leftover food, rotten fish, shrimp, and dead rats. The filthiest ones were excrement in plastic bags that were thrown on the roof. The bags tore and fell into the house.
It stinks, even more stinky than the mouths of the people outside.
Jiang Can opened the door carrying two thermos flasks, listened carefully to the sounds outside, and guessed that Shen Lang was deliberately not showing up immediately because he didn't hear Shen Lang's voice.
That's true. If they don't cause trouble, how can they be dealt with properly?
Since we're going to clean up, we should at least do it all at once.
Hearing the insults, she threw the thermos directly at the source of the loudest noise.
The water in this thermos was boiled the night before, and it keeps the temperature very well. If it were to fall on someone, they would definitely get burned.
Add to that the fragments of the insulated liner, and it'd hurt anyone who got hit by it.
Just as the thermos flask fell, several screams were heard outside.
"Damn, boiling water, it hurts so much!"
"Guys, let's charge in!"
"Fuck that slut to death."
They were there to ruin Jiang Can's reputation, so they made as much noise as possible so that the neighbors would know about Jiang Can's despicable behavior. If they could get Jiang Can to divorce her husband or be beaten half to death by him, that would be a great achievement.
They were about to climb over the wall with great momentum, but unfortunately, as soon as their hands touched the wall, they were cut by shards of glass and screamed. If they weren't alert enough, their palms would have been pierced.
They screamed in pain, and their curses became even more vulgar.
Hearing their painful screams from the yard, Jiang Can finally felt a little relieved. She shouted, "Help! Help! A thief broke into my house, he killed someone, he robbed someone!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Lang's voice rang out: "Damn it, who let you come! What do you think you're doing climbing over my wall!" Then he immediately started fighting.
"Damn, who is it! There's someone here! Guys, grab him."
Jiang Can was relieved to hear Shen Lang's movements. She turned on the lights in the yard and looked at the mess in the yard. Her heart ached. This was her home.
The once beautiful courtyard is now devoid of any decent space.
To ruin her reputation and destroy her family is to drive her to her death.
Director Chen had just found her a school, and they couldn't wait any longer, so they brought in a group of thugs to cause trouble and vandalize the place. Any ordinary person would be scared half to death by such a thing. If she married someone less fortunate, and her husband was incompetent and believed those filthy words... even if her husband didn't believe them, all the neighbors would have heard it, and her reputation would be ruined. She would be drowned in spittle, and there would be no way out for her.
Holding the iron shovel, she longed to rush out and join the fight, but she knew she wasn't strong enough and didn't want to cause trouble for Shen Lang.
Hearing the loud noises outside, they were still worried that Shen Lang wouldn't be able to win, since there were more than a dozen thugs outside.
She couldn't help but ask, "Shen Lang? Can you do it?"
Shen Lang's voice came from outside the wall: "How could I not be able to?"
Screams echoed outside, indicating that Shen Lang had gained the upper hand. Soon, people were being thrown over the wall like dumplings being dropped into a pot, hitting the broken glass at the base of the wall.
The people thrown in were embedded in the broken glass, screaming in agony.
It was obvious that these people were no match for Shen Lang.
Shen Lang is really good at fighting, even better than Jiang Can imagined.
Jiang Can ran over with an iron shovel, and whenever he saw someone trying to get up from the broken glass, he would raise the shovel and smash them down, making them fall back into the broken glass.
These people were all badly dealt with by Shen Lang and were powerless to resist.
After a long while, there was no more noise outside. Shen Lang walked to the door and said, "Can Can, open the door."
Jiang Can threw the iron shovel over to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Shen Lang reached out and hugged her. "So good."
Jiang Can got out of his arms and pulled him up and down to look him over: "Are you hurt?"
Fortunately, Shen Lang was covered in other people's blood, and he only broke the skin on the back of his hand from punching too hard, which was nothing serious.
Shen Lang pulled her into the courtyard. "A bunch of thugs who haven't even grown their hair yet, how could I possibly get hurt? What a waste of our courtyard." Actually, he had discovered it quite early, but he still let these people destroy the courtyard and climb over the wall.
If a group of people just appeared outside the yard, how could he possibly start or clean up the mess?
Can't we just shut them down and let them keep causing trouble?
After this incident, no fool in the entire Liao County dared to take on such a low-class job.
Jiang Can felt sorry for the yard and cursed through gritted teeth, "Those blind bastards, make them pay for it!!"
There were thirteen thugs in total, all quite young, the youngest being seventeen or eighteen and the oldest twenty-five or twenty-six. They had just been trying to climb out from under the broken glass, but now that they saw Shen Lang come in, they didn't dare to move at all.
The commotion was so loud that the neighbors were already awake, but they didn't dare to run over to see what was happening; they only dared to sneak a peek.
Widow Qian, who lived in the neighboring courtyard, woke up the earliest and was most affected. Her yard had also been littered with filth, but she didn't dare to yell at her. She could only mutter curses and insults to her daughter-in-law: "That shameless slut caused trouble and has dragged our family down with her."
Her daughter-in-law was also a widow. She usually obeyed her mother-in-law without question, but now she whispered, "Mom, keep your voice down, don't let them hear us. We can clean it up when it's light. Did Shen Lang beat someone to death? Should we call the police?"
Widow Qian pinched her daughter-in-law: "Why call the police? Just pretend you didn't hear anything. Didn't you see that everyone else is afraid to turn on their lights? I just peeked through the doorway, and that blond guy was really something. He was fighting like crazy, kicking people several meters away with one kick. A dozen thugs were like rag dolls, the ground was covered in blood, and they probably killed several of them. I saw that blond guy throw the dead people into the yard, and that bitch was in the yard finishing them off with a shovel. Now no one is crying out in pain. Did they kill everyone? They probably buried them in the yard, right?"
Her daughter-in-law was trembling with fear. "Mom, don't scare me. We're only separated by this low wall." She whispered, "Mom, don't shout like that anymore. What if someone hears us... We two adults don't need to be afraid, but we have two boys in our family. They're the sons of the Qian family."
Widow Qian was also afraid and trembled, but in front of her daughter-in-law, she still said defiantly, "If that blond-haired guy dares to do it, I'll take a knife and chop him to death that motherless bastard."
Her daughter-in-law quickly covered the widow's mouth, terrified: "Mom, be quiet!"
Even though it was said in a low voice, it's best not to say it aloud.
Everyone was peeking, but no one dared to go out and look. Everyone was filled with fear, terrified of Shen Lang and his wife, who were both ruthless people who were not afraid of death.
Some people want to secretly go to the police station, taking a longer route.
Shen Lang said, "Can any kind neighbor help call the police? These people broke into my yard and tried to kill me and my wife. Can any of you neighbors testify for us?"
His voice wasn't actually loud, but the night was quiet, and coupled with the previous shrill screams and endless fantasies, he now felt that Shen Lang was truly a murderous maniac, and who would dare to go out?
Hearing Shen Lang's question, he dared not answer.
What if the nail sticks out gets shot?
The person who was about to call the police didn't dare to go anymore, fearing that Shen Lang would kill them the moment they stepped out.
Shen Lang continued, "Since no one answered, I'll take it as everyone agreeing. Aunt Qian, Sister Qian, your children are still young, hurry back inside and take care of them, otherwise they'll be scared if they wake up at night and can't see any adults." He then called out, "Uncle Cai, please call the police!"
Widow Qian and her daughter-in-law stumbled and ran into the house, then quickly closed the doors and windows tightly. They were terrified.
Widow Qian trembled as she said, "He's threatening us, threatening us with my grandson's life!"
Uncle Cai was also trembling with fear, unsure whether he should go or not.
The thirteen thugs were even more frightened. What kind of evil spirit had they offended? They dared not go to the police station. "Brother, brother, we were wrong. Don't call the police, don't call the police."
Widow Qian wept with joy, "There are still survivors!"
If someone were killed here, and the person living right next door is just a wall away, that would be terrifying.
Shen Lang took out paper and pen, "Come over here and write a confession, write down your name and home address."
These dozen or so people were all slackers, not very literate, so Jiang Can wrote the characters for them, and they signed and pressed their fingerprints.
Shen Lang took the confession and kicked the leader in the butt, "Go clean up the yard."
These thugs were covered in injuries, and the worst ones couldn't even stand up. They had no strength to clean up, but they didn't dare to stop, so they crawled to clean up.
The more satisfying it was to throw things away, the more painful it is to clean them up now.
The key point is that no matter how you clean these things up, they can never be restored to their original state, especially the broken tiles and the floor stained with excrement.
This thing can't be cleaned even with water.
Shen Lang took a kitchen knife and sharpened it in the yard. The 'sizzling' sound was particularly loud in the night, like a demonic sound, striking the hearts of these thugs.
The knife gleamed brighter with each sharpening. Shen Lang threw the cleaver, which grazed a thug's head and embedded itself in the wall where he was reaching out.
The thug was so scared he wet himself and knelt down on the ground with a 'plop'.
"Brother, give me a day, and I'll replace all these things with new ones, and I guarantee they'll be back to how they were before."
Shen Lang sneered: "I'll give you half a day. I won't ask who ordered you to do this. Just do whatever you did to our house. Otherwise, I'll go door-to-door visiting your homes. Get lost."
The thirteen thugs helped each other leave, and those who couldn't be helped crawled out.
Once they were outside the courtyard and a few meters away, someone started crying first, and then the others followed suit.
Men don't easily shed tears, unless they've reached a point of deep sorrow.
"Boss, you've really put us in a terrible situation. That little bit of kickback isn't even enough to cover the medical expenses. My leg is definitely broken; I'll need at least two months to recover."
"My arm is broken."
"I broke my ribs."
"And what about the things in that house that we need to pay for? We can't afford to pay for them."
Shen Lang, disgusted, shouted, "Are you wailing? If you want to cry, go somewhere else."
The crying stopped abruptly, and the group fled in panic.
Shen Lang took the kitchen knife away and said, "I hate it when people are afraid of my wife. If I ever hear anyone cursing my wife again, I'll kill their whole family."
The volume was just right, neither too loud nor too soft, so that all the neighbors could hear it clearly.
From now on, anyone who wants to gossip about Jiang Can should think twice about what happened tonight and see if they have enough guts to mess with Shen Lang.
The environment was really bad. Even after cleaning, the yard still couldn't hide the smell. It was messy and chaotic, but Jiang Can felt at ease. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but she was no longer alone.
Shen Lang will stand by her side.
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