Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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He Yuzhu gently patted her shoulder and reassured her, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. We'll be careful and won't put ourselves in danger."

"Of course not. The three of us are complete outsiders. When we first arrived here, we were completely clueless and couldn't see or touch anything."

At this point, finding the so-called bad guy is like finding a needle in a haystack!

"The simplest and most direct way is naturally to recruit some of those shady gangsters, then let your grandfather become the powerful boss and lead them to conquer a large area of ​​territory around here!"

"But Grandpa is already so old, how can you still ask him to do things? He must be so tired."

"Hey, how about I ask you to do something? Are you even capable of doing it?"

Chapter 424 They're here!

Du Weixiang's lips curled slightly upward, and she gently shook her head.

She knew perfectly well that He Yuzhu would never be willing to venture into such a dark area.

"Then it seems we'll have to trouble Grandpa. He's quite knowledgeable about this anyway."

Du Guanghe was renowned in his hometown, not only having a group of loyal and obedient subordinates, but also including many high-ranking individuals, making him a true bigwig.

You should know that he is a martial arts master with superb skills, and he is famous and influential in the local area because of his excellent skills.

He has numerous apprentices and younger generations, spread across various industries, and all wield considerable influence. It can be said that Du Guanghe has long been a veritable regional tyrant.

When it was time to eat, everyone sat around the table and began to eat.

At this moment, He Yuzhu told Du Guanghe all about his plans.

After listening, Du Guanghe pondered for a moment, then readily replied:

"Alright, I'll handle this for now. But I'll hand it over to my children and grandchildren once they arrive."

Upon hearing this, Du Weixiang, who was standing nearby, was moved, a tear glistening in her eye, and asked in a slightly trembling voice:

"When will they be able to come? I miss my mom and dad so much..."

As she spoke, she involuntarily glared at He Yuzhu, as if complaining about why he hadn't arranged for the family reunion earlier.

Looking back, I was once a fresh-faced, charming, and adorable young girl, but now I've been worn down to look like a woman who has experienced many hardships.

Looking at the scene before him, He Yuzhu just chuckled slyly, secretly wondering if he should increase the severity of the punishment tonight, so that this arrogant woman would know what serious consequences would come from offending him.

"It will take them two more full days to get here."

He Yuzhu secretly calculated the time in his mind. As the sun set and night gradually fell, the three of them strolled leisurely to a nearby teahouse.

The teahouse looked quite lively, with a constant stream of customers coming and going.

They found an empty seat, asked the waiter for a table, and ordered a pot of fragrant tea and several plates of delicate and delicious snacks.

After all, if you want to get useful information, a place like a teahouse, which is full of all sorts of people, is undoubtedly one of the best choices.

Here, you can leisurely enjoy fragrant tea and delicious snacks while listening to the casual conversations of other guests.

However, somewhat disappointingly, despite the constant chatter around me, the vast majority of it consisted of trivial and worthless gossip.

Fortunately, the three of them weren't in a hurry, since they had plenty of time.

Just then, several men wearing flashy shirts swaggered into the teahouse.

The leader was extremely arrogant. He walked straight to the counter as if no one else was there, and then slammed the gleaming machete in his hand heavily on the counter, making a crisp and loud impact.

The entire teahouse fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes involuntarily focused on the group of uninvited guests.

"I said, it's time to pay the wedding gift money this month!"

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed, but forced a smile and said:

"Brother Biao, I've already paid twice this month. If you collect again, my little shop really won't be able to stay open!"

Upon hearing this, the man known as Brother Biao's eyes widened, and he roared angrily:

"Hey! What exactly do you mean by that? Are you trying to embarrass me, Ah Biao?"

Although the shopkeeper was furious, he could only try his best to explain cautiously in the face of the fierce-looking Brother Biao:

"Brother Biao, how could I dare not give you face! It's just that you guys always find ways to collect money from us..."

At this point, the shopkeeper could no longer contain his anger, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

Seeing that the shopkeeper dared to talk back to him like that, Brother Biao became even more furious, and began to curse incessantly:

"Well, you old fool who doesn't know your own limits, you actually dare to challenge me, it seems you've really given me too much credit!"

With that, he raised his hand and slapped the shopkeeper hard across the face. With a sharp "smack," the shopkeeper, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground by the slap.

Ah Biao, with his fierce face, waved his hand, and the henchmen who had walked in with him immediately rushed forward like hungry wolves.

They brandished their fists and raised their powerful legs, mercilessly striking the shopkeeper.

In the blink of an eye, the shopkeeper had been struck several times, his body flying straight out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, only able to let out painful howls.

Ah Biao stood to the side, a smug look on his face, as if he had everything under control.

Then, with a nimble flip, he leaped behind the counter, grabbed the cash box, and frantically stuffed the banknotes inside onto himself. His greedy appearance was utterly repulsive.

At this moment, although the guests in the hall witnessed this scene, they all remained unusually calm, as if they were already used to such scenes.

Because everyone knows that as long as they do business here, they will inevitably suffer from the exploitation and extortion of these gangsters.

Moreover, this is relatively mild compared to what you'd expect. If it were people in police uniforms who came to loot the place, they would take far more money.

Sitting in the corner, Du Weixiang was so angry at what she saw that her eyebrows furrowed and her teeth clenched.

She subconsciously reached out a delicate hand and gently placed it on He Yuzhu's hand beside her, lowering her voice to say:

"Should we do something about this? These guys are way too arrogant!"

Originally, they came here to inquire with the shopkeeper about the various local gangs and their leaders.

But to everyone's surprise, it was such a coincidence that they ran into this group of thugs collecting their so-called "gift money".

He Yuzhu frowned slightly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the situation in the store, and he had already made up his mind.

He subtly gave Du Guanghe a wink, and the latter understood immediately, standing up abruptly, his eyes wide with anger, and roaring at the top of his lungs:

"stop!"

The sudden roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the shop and making everyone's ears ring.

Upon hearing this, A Biao was taken aback for a moment, then stopped and looked Du Guanghe up and down suspiciously.

Du Guanghe was tall and upright, with a heroic air about him, but his clothes were extremely simple and ordinary.

Ah Biao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. He sneered, "Oh ho! Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in my business?"

Upon hearing this, Du Guanghe's face darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed an exquisite teacup from the table, then threw it forcefully at Ah Biao.

The movement was so fast it was almost impossible to see.

Ah Biao only felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could react, the teacup had already smashed solidly onto his forehead.

With a muffled "bang," the teacup shattered into countless pieces.

Due to inertia, the scalding hot tea inside spilled out, landing right on Ah Biao's face.

The instant the extremely hot water touched his skin, Ah Biao let out a pig-like scream.

He covered his scalded, red face with both hands and crouched down in pain.

Upon seeing this, the henchmen standing behind Ah Biao glared angrily.

They didn't even wait for Ah Biao to give the order; one by one, they grabbed gleaming machetes and charged menacingly at Du Guanghe.

Upon seeing this scene, the many tea drinkers who were sitting around drinking tea and chatting were terrified and scattered in all directions, screaming, for fear of accidentally getting their bodies splattered with blood.

However, Du Guanghe showed no fear in the face of these ferocious enemies charging towards him.

He quickly bent down and picked up the long bench beside him, rushing towards it like a tiger descending a mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the stool in his hand drew an arc in the air and struck the wrist of the henchman at the front with perfect accuracy.

With a scream, the henchman's machete fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Du Guanghe flashed forward and kicked another henchman in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

In this way, Du Guanghe dodged left and right, and with lightning speed, he knocked all of his underlings to the ground in just a short while.

After dealing with these henchmen, Du Guanghe strode over to A Biao, who was still rolling on the ground and groaning in pain.

He raised his right foot and stomped mercilessly on Ah Biao's distorted face, while simultaneously reaching out with his left hand to quickly and accurately pull a large wad of banknotes from Ah Biao's pocket.

The shopkeeper struggled to his feet, his once fair face now covered in blood, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

When he looked up and saw what was happening before him, the astonishment in his eyes was beyond words.

He kept muttering to himself:

"It's all over, it's all over! I've offended them, and I'm afraid my teahouse, which I've worked so hard to build up over the years, will never be able to stay open again!"

Just then, Du Guanghe stepped forward and said loudly, "Don't worry, with me here, I'll make sure your teahouse can stay open!"

Without hesitation, he stuffed the thick wad of banknotes into the shopkeeper's trembling hands.