Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

He Yudong looked at the hooligans wailing on the ground, but he had no sympathy in his heart. These people were bullies who only bullied the weak and feared the strong. If he didn't teach them a lesson today, who knows how many people they would harm in the future.

He walked up to the thug he had punched, squatted down, and asked coldly, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

The thug covered his nose and looked at him in horror: "No... no one sent us here, it was... we ourselves..."

"Don't tell the truth?" He Yudong sneered, reached out to grab his injured arm and squeezed it gently.

"what--"

The screams of slaughtering pigs resounded throughout the ruined temple again...

He Yudong got up from the ground with a start. The shouting voices outside the door were getting closer and closer, and it was obvious that they had discovered his hiding place.

"Damn it, am I going to die again just after arriving here?" He Yudong cursed inwardly and tried hard to recall the scene before he fell into a coma.

The black figure was extremely fast, and his moves were ruthless and accurate, clearly an old hand. A thief who could sneak around in a place like this must not be a good person.

"Compared with the system, these petty thieves are nothing!" He Yudong gritted his teeth, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

The system panel showed that his current strength attribute had reached 20, twice that of an ordinary person. Coupled with the "miraculous hand resurrection" skill, which sounded awesome, wouldn't it be easy to deal with a few hooligans?

"boom!"

The shabby wooden door was kicked open, and several burly men came in one after another. They had thick flesh on their faces and looked like they were not good people.

"Boy, you're quite good at running!" The scarred leader stared at He Yudong fiercely, "Hand over your money bag if you know what's best for you, or don't blame me for being rude!"

He Yudong glanced at this group of rabble and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"With you guys, do you think you're worthy enough to ask me to hand over my things?"

"Oh, you're quite arrogant!" Scarface laughed in anger, "Brothers, come on, teach this ignorant fellow a lesson!"

Several men rubbed their hands together and approached He Yudong with grim smiles on their faces.

"A group of garbage."

He Yudong uttered a few words contemptuously and suddenly moved.

I saw him flash by and shuttle through the crowd like a ghost. His punches and kicks were as fast as lightning, and every move accurately hit the men's vital points.

"boom!"

"what!"

"Ouch!"

Accompanied by bursts of screams, several men fell to the ground one after another, holding their stomachs or covering their faces and wailing.

In less than a minute, all the aggressive men fell to the ground, leaving Scarface alone standing there stupidly, looking at everything happening in front of him in disbelief.

He never expected that this skinny-looking boy could have such terrifying skills!

He Yudong clapped his hands, walked to Scarface with a relaxed look, looked down at him, and asked in a cold tone: "Now, do you still think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Scarface trembled all over, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Brother, I was wrong! I can recognize a great man, please spare my life!"

He Yudong smiled coldly, suddenly reached out and grabbed Scarface's collar and lifted him up.

"If you want to live, tell me, who sent you here?"

Scarface's expression changed and his eyes flickered, obviously hesitating whether to speak or not.

Upon seeing this, He Yudong exerted a little force with his hands, and the man with the scar suddenly felt difficulty breathing, his face turned red, as if he was going to suffocate to death in the next second.

"I...I said...it was...Jia Zhang...who asked me to..."

Before Scarface could finish his words, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the ruined temple, accompanied by a sharp and piercing voice:

"Stop! What are you doing!?"

He Yudong frowned and turned to look at the door, only to see a middle-aged woman with a bloated figure and a face full of flesh walking towards them aggressively, followed by several equally ferocious women.

"Jia Zhang? Looks like something interesting is about to happen..." He Yudong sneered and thought to himself.

He Yudong felt his head buzzing and the shouting and cursing outside was getting louder and louder. He knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, so he forced himself to stand up and stretch his sore limbs.

"System, system, are you here?"

The system did not respond.

"This broken system fails at the critical moment!" He Yudong cursed inwardly and had no choice but to go ahead with it.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the woodshed, and saw several burly men surrounding him aggressively.

"Boy, how dare you come out!" The speaker was a burly man with a face full of flesh and a wooden stick as thick as a bowl in his hand. It was obvious that he was not a good person.

"It was him who stole my purse!" A thin man with a pointed face pointed at He Yudong's nose and shouted, "Hand over your purse quickly, or don't blame us for being rude!"

He Yudong glanced at this group of people and understood in his heart that this group of people probably treated him as a soft persimmon to be exploited.

"I didn't steal your stuff," He Yudong said coldly, "Don't spit blood on me!"

"You still dare to be stubborn!" The sturdy man swung the wooden stick and hit He Yudong, "I think you are asking for a fight!"

Although He Yudong was weak, his reaction speed was still there. He dodged to the side and barely avoided the stick.

"Oh, this kid is still quite capable!" Seeing this, the strong man did not restrain himself but became even more arrogant. "Brothers, come on, teach him a lesson!"

Several men rushed forward, surrounded He Yudong, and beat and kicked him mercilessly.

He Yudong was caught off guard by this sudden attack and could only run away in agony.

"stop!"

Just then, a clear female voice sounded, a path automatically opened up in the crowd, and a young girl in a goose yellow dress walked out.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, skin whiter than snow, and a heroic look between her brows.

"In broad daylight, so many of you are bullying a patient. Do you have any shame?" The girl raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily.

"Hey, little girl, how dare you meddle in my business?" The sturdy man looked the girl up and down, with a lewd light flashing in his eyes, "Get out of here if you know what's good for you, and don't disturb us when we're doing our business!"

The girl was not afraid at all and sneered, "I want to see what you dare to do to me today?"

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!" The sturdy man was furious and grabbed the girl's wrist. "Girl, since you want to play with us so much, I'll grant your wish!"

"Let me go!" The girl struggled hard, but to no avail.

"Stop!" He Yudong roared when he saw this, and a nameless anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he rushed forward, grabbed the sturdy man's arm and twisted it hard.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the strong man's arm was twisted off, and the screams like a pig being slaughtered resounded throughout the ruined temple.

"You...you..." The sturdy man covered his broken arm, sweating profusely in pain, pointing at He Yudong, and unable to speak for a long time.

"Get out!" He Yudong's eyes were wide open and he kicked the sturdy man in the stomach, sending him flying.

The other men were so frightened upon seeing this that they dropped their sticks and ran away tumbling.

"Are you okay?" He Yudong turned and looked at the girl, asking with concern.

The girl shook her head and looked at him gratefully: "I'm fine, thank you for saving me."

"It's just a small favor," He Yudong smiled faintly, "What's your name?"

"My name is..." The girl was about to say her name when her face suddenly changed. She covered her stomach and squatted down in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, He Yudong hurried forward to support her.

"I...my stomach hurts..." The girl's face was pale and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He Yudong then discovered that there was a pool of bright red blood on the girl's dress...

He Yudong felt his head buzzing and struggled to stand up, but was pushed to the ground by someone.

"Don't play dead, you little brat!" A thin man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks glared at him fiercely, "Tell me, where is my wallet?"

He Yudong then saw clearly that besides the skinny man, there were several burly men surrounding him. They all looked ferocious and had sticks in their hands. It seemed that they were ready to fight for real.

Only then did he remember the "Strength attribute +10" mentioned in the system prompt, and suddenly he felt a surge of blood in his heart.

"Damn it, you dare to snatch it from me!" He Yudong jumped up from the ground and clenched his fists, his joints making crackling sounds. "Why don't you ask who I am!"

"Oh, that kid is quite arrogant!" The skinny man sneered and winked at a sturdy man next to him, "Come on, teach him a lesson!"

The sturdy man responded in a muffled voice, and swung his fist as big as a casserole at He Yudong.

He Yudong curled the corner of his mouth, without dodging or evading, he also threw a punch forward.

"boom!"

There was a dull thud, and the sturdy man screamed, covering his wrist and stepping back repeatedly, his face full of pain.

"Why is this boy so strong?"

"This is weird, could he be a martial artist?"

The remaining strong men looked at each other and did not dare to step forward for a moment.

He Yudong clapped his hands and curled his lips in disdain: "With just this little ability, you dare to come out and embarrass yourself?"

"You..." The skinny man's face turned pale, and he pointed at He Yudong's nose and cursed, "Boy, just wait for me, I'll go get someone and beat you to a pulp today!"

After saying that, he turned around and tried to run, but He Yudong grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up like a chicken.

"Want to run? That's not that easy!" He Yudong sneered, exerted force with his hands, and lifted the skinny man into the air.

"Ahem...put...put me down..." The skinny man's face turned red and he kicked around with his hands and feet, but to no avail.

"You can let me go if you want me to," He Yudong leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Tell me, who asked you to frame me?"