Rural Dad

Xie Hu felt that half of his face had lost consciousness. He could not feel the pain, but he could feel blood flowing out of his mouth.

His mind was blank at this moment.

His heart was full of grievance, anger, and confusion.

He did not understand why he came all the way here to flatter Zhao Han with all his heart and soul, but he was still beaten.

Of course it was because he flattered the horse's hoof.

Xie Hu's men had been stunned.

They all stood there stupidly and dared not speak.

They did not even dare to breathe.

Not to mention them, even Zhao Jiang, Zhao Lei and other members of the Zhao family were frightened by Zhao Han's anger.

They had never seen Zhao Han like this.

It took Xie Hu a while to come back to his senses, but he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he asked humbly: "But what have I done to make Mr. Zhao dissatisfied? I hope Mr. Zhao can give me some advice."

"Satisfied, I am very satisfied." Zhao Han's face was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip out, and he laughed in anger.

A rebellious son brought a group of thugs to Taoyuan Village and injured two elders whom he respected.

He even dared to come to him to take credit.

Zhao Han didn't know what Xie Hu was thinking.

Hearing the chill in Zhao Han's tone, Xie Hu's forehead was sweating and he spoke incoherently: "Mr. Zhao, calm down, calm down, although I don't know what's wrong, but it must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked out by Zhao Han, and a chair was smashed with a clang.

Blood was everywhere on the ground.

"Brother!" "Brother, are you okay!"

"Fuck you, you dare to hit my brother, cut him!"

Two of the thugs went to help Xie Hu, and the rest took out folding knives and shouted to cut Zhao Han.

"Roar!!!"

At this moment, Gungun, who was sleeping soundly but was disturbed from his dream, rushed out with a belly of irritation, showing his fangs and roaring angrily.

The thugs who were originally clamoring to chop Zhao Han suddenly dropped their knives in fear, and their faces turned pale.

Damn, how can we fight this guy!

"Zhao Han!" Xie Hu, who was helped up by his men, stared at Zhao Han with a face full of resentment and shouted: "I came all the way to please you, and you don't appreciate it, but you don't have to bully me! Do you really think that I, a barefoot gangster, am afraid of you wearing shoes?"

He couldn't bear it anymore. When had he ever suffered such injustice? Zhao Han was too fucking bullying.

"It's my fault that you can still stand up."

As soon as Zhao Han finished speaking, he rushed out and kicked several thugs in front of him away. His toes stepped on a long bench, and the bench flew into his hands instantly.

He picked up the long bench and smashed it down hard.

Bang! Crash!

The wooden bench fell on Xie Hu's shoulder and broke instantly, with wood chips flying everywhere. Xie Hu's shoulder blade was shattered on the spot, and his shoulder was visibly shorter.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Xie Hu screamed hysterically, rolled on the ground in pain, and then fainted.

Xie Hu's men were all trembling with fear.

"Gongong, take them all down, don't beat them to death."

Zhao Han threw away the half bench in his hand.

"Roar!"

Gongong stood up and roared, rushed towards the gangsters, and slapped one kid directly.

The lightest injury to Gongong was a broken rib.

In just a dozen seconds, the gangsters were all lying on the ground wailing and screaming.

Gongong lay down again, put away his fangs, and ran to Zhao Han with a silly and cute face to ask for praise.

Zhao Lan and others twitched at the corners of their mouths.

This contrast is too big, cute and fierce.

Zhao Han touched the head of the rolling, and then walked towards Wang Yang, who was frightened and pale: "I have seen unfilial people, but I have never seen a beast like you."

"Brother Han, Brother Han, please forgive me, we are from the same village..." Wang Yang was incoherent.

Zhao Han pulled out the belt: "Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Uncle Qi and Aunt Qi."

"No! No!" Wang Yang kept shaking his head.

Zhao Han swung the belt fiercely with an expressionless face.

Snap!

A piece of skin on Wang Yang's arm was directly slapped into a bloody mess by the belt, and he rolled on the ground in pain.

"Don't hit me, Brother Han, please forgive me."

"Ahhh! Zhao Han, I'm a grass mud horse!"

No matter whether Wang Yang begged for mercy or cursed, Zhao Han said nothing, but just kept waving the belt.

Wang Yang's clothes were directly shredded.

He was beaten so hard that there was no good flesh on his body.

Zhou Yongcheng and others were numbed by the sight.

"Xiao Han! Xiao Han, are you okay?"

Aunt Qi and Uncle Qi were worried, so they rushed to Zhao Han's house. They saw that Zhao Han was not angry after beating his son, but was relieved.

I'm glad Xiao Han is okay.

"Dad!Dad! Mom! Save me, save me!"

Wang Yang was as if he had seen a savior.

Although Aunt Qi couldn't bear it, she turned her head away and didn't look at Wang Yang's miserable appearance.

"Beat him! Beat him to death! I will never have this beastly son again!" Uncle Qi roared with red eyes.

Zhao Han didn't really want to beat him to death, so he only beat him half to death and stopped. He looked at Zhou Yongcheng and said, "Brother-in-law, call the police."

"Ah? Oh oh oh." Zhou Yongcheng was stunned, and after reacting, he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed 110.

Uncle Qi said worriedly, "Xiao Han, you beat them like this, it's not illegal, right?"

He was afraid that the police would come and arrest Zhao Han instead.

"Don't worry, these people broke into private houses late at night with knives, I was defending myself. "Zhao Han smiled slightly.

Of course the local police will be on his side.

Wang Yang seemed to wake up suddenly again. He rolled and crawled in front of Uncle Qi and Aunt Qi and cried bitterly.

"Dad! Mom! I don't want to go to jail. I can't go to jail. I was wrong, really wrong."

"Who will take care of you in your old age if I go to jail!"

Aunt Qi was a little moved. After all, no matter how useless Wang Yang was, he was born after ten months of pregnancy.

But Uncle Qi said cruelly: "If I rely on you, a rebellious son, to take care of me in my old age, I can die now. It's better for you to go to jail and reform yourself than to continue gambling and breaking the law outside!"

Aunt Qi also thought it made sense when she heard this, and said in a gentle tone: "Yangyang, your father is also for your own good. You can only quit gambling in jail."

"No! I don't want to go to jail! You two old people don't even care about your own son! "Seeing that the two did not help him plead with Zhao Han, Wang Yang turned hostile instantly.

"You..." Aunt Qi's face turned pale.

Uncle Qi was also very sad.

Soon, the police station arrived.

After all, it was about Zhao Han, so everything should be done as soon as possible.

"Village Chief Zhao, are you okay? No one in your family was hurt..." The director asked anxiously as soon as he entered the door, but then his voice stopped abruptly.

Because he was stunned after seeing the scene in the yard.

Zhao Han was calm and unharmed.

Seven or eight people were lying on the ground screaming.

The bloodstains all over the yard made people panic.

Who is the victim?