In the middle of the night, several thin figures moved about on the village road.
We stopped in a very open space and waited quietly.
A short while later, a tall figure walked over from the road, carrying a burlap sack on his shoulder, which he kept twisting, making it easy to see that there was a person inside.
As they drew closer, the man's face became clearer; it was Lu Chen.
That's right, the others are Ye Zhiyu and the others.
With a "thud," Lu Chen threw the sack down. The person inside probably had something stuffed in their mouth, as they only managed a muffled groan.
The group remained completely silent, silently pulling out sticks in unison, smiling, and swinging them down.
In the quiet night, only the moaning sounds of the person inside the sack could be heard.
They only let Lu Chen take the people back when they were tired of fighting.
As soon as the person left, Liu Shengnan couldn't wait to speak: "Oh my god, I was so suffocated! If I wasn't afraid he would recognize us, I would have cursed him out, I would have dragged out his ancestors for eighteen generations and cursed them all."
As the conversation grew more heated, Wu Wenwen smiled and patted her back reassuringly, "Alright, this time he'll probably have to recover from his injury for a long time. We definitely won't see him for a while."
Ye Zhiyu covered her mouth to avoid laughing out loud.
She had seen it all: "Sister Wu, I didn't realize you were hitting his good leg a few times just now, that's impressive." She gave her a thumbs up. She liked this sister's mischievous side, but was also a little surprised.
Liu Shengnan clapped her hands: "That's right, how come I didn't think of that? I was too busy venting my anger. Sis, did you break your leg?"
Wu Wenwen touched her head, embarrassed, and said, "I don't know if it's broken or not, but it was really strong."
"I love you so much, Sister Wu." Liu Shengnan hugged her.
Wang Qing and Zhou Xue were also shocked, but he was just a piece of trash, and that made them feel better.
Wu Wenwen: "I just can't stand the behavior of some men who take advantage of their advantages and act recklessly."
"Sister Wu is awesome!!!"
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Feng Daqiang was fast asleep in bed when someone grabbed his neck in the dark. He tried to scream, but the moment he opened his mouth, his smelly socks were stuffed into it, his hands were tightly bound behind his back, and a sack was dropped from above.
Terrified, he was lifted up and struggled inside. The person carried him for quite a distance.
He was thrown down without warning, and all his cries of pain were stuck in his throat.
The sticks came from all directions. It seemed like many people wanted to beg for mercy, but their mouths were stuffed with food, so they could only endure it.
He nearly fainted several times, but the pain pulled him back. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but one of the sticks kept hitting his legs. He tried to avoid it, but the sack was too cramped and there was no way to escape.
The others remained silent, which made him wonder if they had offended someone, leaving him with no one to consult.
They didn't know how long they fought, but when they stopped, they felt a fracture in their healthy leg, and their whole body was burning.
He was carried away again, and then suddenly thrown down without warning; this time it seemed to be his bed.
The man left, and he waited for dawn, hoping his mother would soon discover his current state.
Unfortunately, he was misunderstood yesterday. Granny Feng thought he didn't want to come out because he was withdrawn, and that he was lazy and often stayed in bed all day.
So Feng Daqiang waited and waited, listening to the rooster crow, the warm sunlight shining through the gaps in the burlap sack as it shone on the window paper, and then the sun slowly set, plunging him back into darkness.
The next day, Granny Feng realized that it was not good for the child not to come out. She hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and after all, the child was her own flesh and blood.
Knock on the door.
"Daqiang, come out and eat! Even if you're feeling down, you can't skip a meal, Daqiang, Daqiang?"
No one answered from inside the house.
"This child, alas, it's all my fault." He applied a little force; it could be pushed open, there was no wooden bolt inside. "I'm in, what are you doing?"
Upon entering, I didn't see his son, but there was a large sack on the bed, which was shaking slightly. I quickly pounced on it.
"Hey, Daqiang, are you in there?"
Granny Feng shouted and searched for an opening. By this time, Feng Daqiang was barely breathing, his face was bruised and swollen, and he was covered in injuries. He had also been starving for a day and a night.
Upon witnessing this scene, Granny Feng wailed, "Oh dear, Daqiang, that heartless bastard did it! I can't live without you!"
He scrambled out to find someone to help him.
"Is anyone there? Please help me, my husband Daqiang is dying."
Upon hearing this, the neighbors quickly went outside.
"Grandma Feng, what's wrong? What happened to Big Gun?"
"Uncle, my son Daqiang, he was beaten at home and is dying. Please save him." Tears and snot streamed down his face.
"Quick, save them!"
Several men rushed in and were shocked to see Feng Daqiang like that. They knew that getting him to the hospital was an urgent matter.
As soon as they left the village, Lu Weimin caught up with them.
When Granny Feng saw him, she shouted, "Captain, I can't live like this anymore! My son was beaten like this in his own home! Is there no law anymore?"
Lu Weimin frowned: "Shut up, what law or no law? The most important thing is to get your son to the hospital for emergency treatment. Afterwards, if you want to find out who did it, go and report it to the police."
Only then did Granny Feng calm down.
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Liu Shengnan entered the room beaming: "Oh, this feels so good, yet so painful."
Ye Zhiyu continued calculating without turning around: "How's it going?"
"He was taken to the hospital."
I only said it once, and then never mentioned it again, since it had nothing to do with them, right?
What? You're saying they did it?
Where is the evidence?
Are there any witnesses?
Is there any physical evidence?
What is the source of their grudge against Feng Daqiang?
You're saying Feng Daqiang stole the little clothes?
Who said that? Did Feng Daqiang say it himself? Did he admit to being a hooligan and stealing?
What? You're saying Ye Zhiyu has a grudge against him?
That happened so long ago, and she's only now coming to beat up Feng Daqiang? Isn't her thought process a bit too long?
And that was indeed the case. After Feng Daqiang was rescued, his wife insisted on calling the police.
They even dragged Lu Weimin's family into it, saying their watch was lost, slandering them, and perhaps harboring suspicions and deliberately retaliating.
However, Lu Weimin apologized to the police, saying that he was in too much of a hurry at the time and only discovered that his watch had been stuffed into the crack of the bed when he got home that day. He had wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to their family, but he didn't have time.
Now that the Lu family was no longer a suspect, Feng Daqiang couldn't explain himself and could only accept his bad luck.
Granny Feng was forced to spend another large sum of money, and now her family's savings were truly gone.
At first, they complained about everything and everyone, but eventually, when they had nothing left to complain about, they started cursing Feng Daqiang.
They cursed him, saying he was a troublemaker, that he must have been incredibly unlucky to have been born into such a family, that he could do nothing but cause trouble for her.
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