Yan Jiekuang's eyes lit up. Sha Zhu had been hit with a belt fifty times, so of course he knew where it hurt the most.
Uncle Da Bao's intention was to have him learn the art of whipping with a belt from Sha Zhu. However, Yan Jiekuang felt that while discussing being beaten was indeed worthwhile with Sha Zhu, learning how to hit someone was something he should seek out from Liu Haizhong and Xu Damao.
After all, ever since the use of belts as torture began, Sha Zhu was always the one being beaten, while Xu Damao had touched the belt twice.
Needless to say, Liu Haizhong was the founder of the "belt-beating method" in the compound. Even though the front and back yards were far apart, the howling of the Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu brothers could be heard occasionally in the middle of the night.
"Third brother, you only have ten belts, so you must make good use of them and not waste any opportunity."
Sha Zhu lay prone on the bench, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface. After pondering for a while with his lips tightly pressed together, he instructed Yan Jiekuang, "Xu Damao's fifty belts have already beaten Yi Zhonghai to the point of near death. So, when you get there, observe where he is most seriously injured. Use these ten belts to concentrate your firepower on the most severely injured areas and deliver a fatal blow to avenge the grudge he inflicted on you last night."
Yan Jiekuang nodded in deep agreement, agreeing that Sha Zhu's method made some sense and could be adopted.
Is there anything else?
Yan Jiekuang got up to go to the front, then looked at Wang Dabao and asked, "Uncle Dabao, is there anything you need to tell me?"
Wang Dabao chuckled, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "This isn't a battlefield. There's no need for so many explanations. Just do whatever makes you feel better, and that's enough."
Yan Jiekuang smiled shyly. He understood what had just happened. It seemed that his father and Uncle Dabao originally wanted to take advantage of Yi Zhonghai to get some money, but because of his interference, Uncle Dabao gave up the money and wanted to vent his anger on Yan Jiekuang.
"Wait."
Sha Zhu chuckled and called out to Yan Jiekuang, "If you're still not satisfied, you can use a belt and an iron head for the final blow."
Yan Jiekuang glanced at Shazhu, ignored him, and walked forward.
Sha Zhu was a little annoyed and complained to Wang Dabao, "Dabao, look at this child, why doesn't he listen to advice at such a young age!"
"You're not advising him, you're instigating him to do bad things."
Wang Dabao threw away his cigarette butt and looked at Yan Jiekuang.
Yan Jiekuang came to the table but did not go to get the belt first. Instead, he went to Liu Haizhong to ask for advice.
This action terrified Yi Zhonghai, who was lying on the bench. He deeply regretted his words, thinking he had been too nosy and had added the belt to show his superiority. He had just asked for trouble and gotten himself into a mess.
A moment later, Yan Jiekuang took the belt and headed straight for Yi Zhonghai.
Liu Haizhong's words were simple, but they were the result of his many years of experience in disciplining children, making them truly insightful and practical.
Yi Zhonghai turned his head and glanced at Yan Jiekuang, who was approaching menacingly, and couldn't help but shiver. This was too terrifying.
Yan Jiekuang combined Liu Haizhong's and Sha Zhu's experiences, and in a flash, he swung his belt horizontally towards Yi Zhonghai's buttocks.
A heart-wrenching scream reached the ears of every resident in the compound, and an older woman covered her face and sobbed uncontrollably.
The deaf old lady also had a stern face, staring intently at Yan Jiekuang, whose face was full of seriousness.
Yan Jiekuang's belt brought hope to Yan Bugui once again, and he saw the "pie in the sky" again, hoping that Yi Zhonghai would give up and call a halt.
Yi Zhonghai thought that even if Yan Jiekuang exerted more force, it wouldn't cause him too much harm. After all, the boy was only ten years old, how much strength could he have?
But to my utter surprise, he didn't play by the rules. The sharp edge of the belt went straight for my most sensitive and injured spot. Now I wish I could bite the bench. It felt like my flesh was being cut off. It hurt so much.
Sha Zhu slapped the bench, which earned him a displeased glare from Wang Dabao.
"I'm so excited! Brother Da Bao, Jie Kuang, that little third brother, is really something, much better than Xu Damao."
"Nonsense, if Xu Damao had that kind of brain, you wouldn't be here watching the show."
Wang Dabao said irritably, "Nephew, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you really didn't take advantage of the good idea I gave you. You were so easily exposed."
Sha Zhu's excited expression vanished instantly, and he hung his head without uttering a sound.
It wasn't until Yan Jiekuang's second belt lashed down and Yi Zhonghai let out a roar that Sha Zhu's excitement was reignited.
Yan Jiekuang became more and more excited and more and more skilled as he fought. In Liu Haizhong's words, he needed to have a stable lower body, and when twisting his waist and hips, he could borrow power from his arms and then transfer the power back to the belt to achieve the highest level of "man and whip as one".
After fully understanding and mastering Liu Haizhong's experience, and combining it with Sha Zhu's principle of "concentrating firepower to attack one point," Yi Zhonghai was like a fish on a chopping board in Yan Jiekuang's eyes, to be whipped and slaughtered at will.
Yi Zhonghai felt that every lash from Yan Jiekuang struck his soul, and every whipping made him feel like he was on the verge of death.
"Aww..."
Yi Zhonghai's thighs were constricted, his eyes bulging as if about to burst. The pain was unbearable, a double torment of body and mind.
Just as Yan Jiekuang's sixth belt was about to fall, Yi Zhonghai could no longer bear it and shouted with all his might, "Stop... Yan Jiekuang, stop hitting me..."
*Smack!!!*
Yan Jiekuang had finally mustered up his strength, so how could he stop because of Yi Zhonghai's shout? Another lash of the belt fell on Yi Zhonghai's crotch, causing him to let out another heart-wrenching howl.
Just six belts were enough to leave Yan Jiekuang panting heavily; it was too physically demanding. It was truly remarkable that Xu Damao could deliver fifty belts in a row.
Yan Bugui, who had been watching the scene closely, rushed over the moment he heard Yi Zhonghai shout "Stop!", but unfortunately, he still couldn't stop his third son from wielding the belt. He was so angry that he jumped up and down. Every extra belt he took meant one less belt he could collect, so how could he not be anxious?
"Stop, stop! Third brother, stop right now! Didn't you hear your Uncle Yi shouting to stop? You kid, put the belt down right now!"
Yan Bugui rushed over and scolded Yan Jiekuang, "Quickly help your Uncle Yi up, stop hitting him! How could you, a child, be so cruel!"
Yan Bugui helped Yi Zhonghai up and berated his son. Liu Haizhong, Xu Damao, and others nearby listened with drooping eyelids. When your son was asking Liu Haizhong for whipping techniques, you were listening and watching happily. Now you know to be ruthless?!
Why didn't you stop them back then!
"Old Yi, why did you get ten extra lashes? My son is the same, he doesn't know his limits. I'll definitely give him a good talking to when we get home."
Yi Zhonghai waved his hand, lay on his side on the bench, and couldn't say a word.
After a long pause, Yi Zhonghai took a deep breath and said, "Yan Bugui, there are four belts left. I'll give your family four yuan, and you can forget about the rest."
A hint of joy flashed in Yan Bugui's eyes; four yuan was quite a lot.
Yan Jiekuang glanced at Wang Dabao, and seeing the other man nod and shake his head, he immediately understood and shouted, "No way, ten yuan a belt, take it or leave it."
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