Chapter 65 Seeking revenge, insidious and despicable
How dare you make a move on my sister?
A chilling thought, like a venomous snake, slithered through my mind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes casting shadows beneath them, obscuring the dark storm surging within, a storm powerful enough to devour everything.
The corners of his mouth turned down very slightly, forming an almost cruel curve.
Beat him up? No, that's too lenient.
He needed an opportunity, a chance for Wang Laizi to be alone, in a remote place, with no witnesses.
He wanted to make that piece of trash remember, through his very being, that some people are so despicable that even having the thought of them is an unforgivable sin.
Xie Yunce took a slow, deep breath, his breath icy cold.
Then, he moved his neck very slightly, making an almost inaudible "click" sound.
Like a young wolf that has finally decided to strike, it is stretching its muscles and sharpening its claws.
The sunlight still fell on him, but it could no longer warm him in the slightest.
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Wang Laizi, drunk and staggering, wandered to the outhouse behind the house.
As he unbuckled his belt, he hiccuped, his mind replaying the vivid descriptions his mother had given him during the day of "Xu Zhiqing's figure, her legs..." His cloudy eyes gleamed with a lewd light.
"Hehe, my mother said... that Xu, the educated youth... tsk, she's a real bewitching beauty..." he mumbled indistinctly, shaking his head against the corner of the wall, "Wait till I... I'm going to..."
"call--!"
Before he could finish speaking, a rough burlap sack, smelling of earth and mildew, fell from the sky without warning, instantly covering his entire upper body.
"Ugh! Who?! Which bastard dares to..." Wang Laizi was terrified. He sobered up a bit and struggled to curse.
However, his response was not words, but a storm of fists and feet!
"Bang! Bang! Thump! Thump!"
The fist, like a heavy iron hammer, struck precisely the softest spots on his ribs, shoulder blades, and lower abdomen.
He kicked his knees and ankles hard with his toes.
Each blow brought excruciating pain, as if his bones were about to break, making even his screams sound distorted.
The person inside the sack looked like someone thrown into a tattered sack of a blender, twisting and convulsing helplessly.
"Ah—! Ouch! Stop hitting me! Mercy! Grandpa! Father! Ancestor! Please, stop hitting me, my bones are going to break!"
Wang Laizi's initial cursing instantly turned into a pitiful wail of begging for mercy, tears streaming down his face, the sound echoing muffledly inside the sack, as fear completely gripped him.
He couldn't see who it was at all; he only knew that the other party was ruthless and cunning, deliberately targeting places that would cause excruciating pain.
Xie Yunze himself was somewhat surprised by the precise sense of impact that seemed to be ingrained in his very bones.
Perhaps it was a few words unintentionally mentioned by his grandfather, who died young and was said to have been a military doctor, that were triggered by his extreme anger.
He didn't have time to think about it; at that moment, all he wanted was to make this piece of trash who dared to desecrate his sister suffer a pain, a pain that would be etched into his bones.
It is unknown how much time passed; perhaps Wang Laizi's wails had subsided, or perhaps Xie Yunze had vented his pent-up anger.
He stopped and ripped the sack off.
The pale moonlight shone on Wang Laizi.
He lay limp on the ground, like a lump of mud reeking of alcohol and urine, his face bruised and swollen, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his body covered in horrible purplish bruises, curled up and convulsing and groaning.
"Pooh!"
Wang Laizi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes swollen to slits, glaring viciously at the blurry yet imposing figure in the moonlight, and threatened in a hoarse voice: "You...you little bastard...you...you have guts, daring to touch your grandpa...you wait...I...I'll kill you!"
Xie Yunze patted the dust off the corner of his clothes expressionlessly, even though it was clean.
He looked down at the maggots on the ground, his eyes as cold as stones frozen for a thousand years on an ice field. His voice was not loud, but it pierced Wang Laizi's ears clearly, with a chilling calmness.
"You?"
He tilted his head slightly, the moonlight outlining the hard lines of his jaw. "Next time, if I see you glancing at my sister with those filthy eyes again, or having those dirty thoughts running through your mind..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Wang Laizi's pupils, which had contracted in fear, and spoke each word as if delivering a verdict.
"It's not just about 'pain' anymore. I'll make sure you... can never 'use' those thoughts again."
Wang Laizi shuddered at the terrifying undertone beneath the calm tone, and swallowed back his boastful words.
He struggled, almost scrambling to his feet, and dragged his aching body, limping and staggering into the darkness, leaving only muffled, fearful sobs.
Xie Yunze stood there, his brows furrowed.
He knew Wang Laizi's nature well—he was vindictive, treacherous, and despicable.
He will not let this go until he is killed.
The trouble has only just begun.
Sure enough, only two days later.
The night was as dark as ink, and the chirping of insects was sparse.
The bruises on Wang Laizi's face had not yet faded, but his eyes burned with a frenzied hatred and the excitement of revenge.
He gathered three other idle and violent hooligans from the village, carrying thick wooden sticks and rusty machetes, and sneaked under the cover of darkness to the low wall surrounding the educated youth settlement.
"This...this is it!"
Wang Laizi lowered his voice, pointed to the window lit by a dim kerosene lamp, and his eyes flashed with resentment.
"That little bastard is definitely there, and so is that shrewish woman! On my command, charge in! Beat the men to a pulp, and the woman... hehe, scare her a bit, let her know what happens when she messes with me!"
Outside, Xu Zhili was squatting down, patiently teaching An'an to write the character "人" (person) on the sand tray with a twig by the dim moonlight.
In the cramped courtyard, Xie Yunze silently and powerfully chopped firewood by the moonlight. As the axe fell, the firewood split open with a crisp "crack".
Suddenly, Xie Yunze stopped chopping wood abruptly.
His beastly alertness instantly snapped to attention—the deliberately suppressed yet still heavy breathing outside the wall, the rustling of a wooden stick dragging on the ground, and the malicious whispers.
His eyes sharpened, and he silently put down his axe. Like a nimble cat, he swiftly moved to the door and peered out through the crack in the door panel.
In the dim light, Wang Laizi's swollen and distorted face and the figures of the other three thugs holding weapons and grinning maliciously were clearly visible.
They were bending over, preparing to climb over the low wall.
"elder sister!"
Xie Yunze turned around abruptly, lowered his voice, and said with an undeniable urgency, "There's trouble. Take An'an inside and lock the door."
His hand had already reached for a smooth, sturdy jujube wood stick standing behind the door.
However, Xu Zhili's reaction was beyond his expectations.
She didn't panic, and didn't even get up immediately.
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