Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..." Zhou Zheng cursed like a string of cannonballs, and after every curse he raised his hand and slapped Yi Zhonghai's old face.

It was not that he intended to bully the weak, but Yi Zhonghai had gone too far this time and he could no longer tolerate it!

The specific things are as follows:

The day before yesterday, Jia Dongxu unfortunately passed away due to a work-related injury at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Jia Zhang then set up a mourning hall and funeral banquet at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

Unexpectedly, there were not enough tables and chairs for the banquet. Yi Zhonghai suddenly had an idea and remembered the tables and chairs that Zhou Zheng had used when he opened the "primary school".

However, Zhou Zheng was not in the courtyard at that time. Without anyone's permission, they broke open the door of Zhou Zhengdong's courtyard.

Not to mention that, it would have been fine if you had smashed the door lock, but you should have at least replaced it with a new one and locked it. But they didn't care at all and left the door wide open for anyone to come in and out.

Not only that, the tables and chairs were not returned to their original places, but were instead divided up among each household.

What was even worse was that the door to Zhou Zheng's room was also opened, and the furniture inside was in a mess, with the bedding thrown on the ground with a few small footprints on it.

There is no need to think too much about it, it must have been done by that little beast Banggeng.

This is what Zhou Zheng saw when he returned to the courtyard.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai's face was covered with blood, which was shocking.

It was obvious that Zhou Zheng was really angry.

The other residents were not much better off. They stood in rows by the pool in the middle courtyard, nervously waiting for Zhou Zheng's decision.

Zhou Zheng slapped Yi Zhonghai mercilessly and knocked him to the ground.

Then, he stared at He Yuzhu with his eyes as sharp as torches and walked towards him with big strides.

After walking in front of He Yuzhu, Zhou Zheng grabbed his collar and then slapped him hard in the face.

A crisp sound echoed in the air: "Pah--!"

"You idiot! I asked you to watch the house, and this is how you watch it? Don't you know which side is closer to you? You actually watched that old dog Yi run into the house to make trouble! I'm really mad, you are a useless waste!"

Zhou Zheng gnashed his teeth in anger, as if he felt that this alone was not enough to vent his anger.

So he kicked He Yuzhu hard again, knocking him to the ground, and then kicked him several times on the butt.

He Yuzhu felt extremely wronged, with tears welling up in his eyes.

He actually wanted to take care of it, but he was not at home in the past two days and could not even attend Jia Dongxu's funeral.

However, facing Zhou Zheng's angry look, he swallowed back the words he wanted to explain.

I secretly thought, "Forget it, I'll just get beaten."

Zhou Zheng's sharp eyes, like a hawk, looked around at everyone in the compound.

His eyes were full of anger and disdain, as if he could see through these people.

"Fuck you! You bastards, how dare you touch my Zhou Hanqing's things? You think you can use them easily, right? Are you tired of living? Did your brains get chewed by a dog or kicked by a donkey? Don't you know that my Zhou Hanqing's things are not something you lowly people can touch? You are so ignorant!"

His voice was deafening, echoing throughout the compound and making everyone tremble.

Then, his eyes fell on Yan Fugui, and the anger in his eyes became more and more intense. "And you, Yan Laoxi! I think I treated you well, but look at what you did? You are a talent who curry favor with the powerful and change your attitude according to the situation!"

Yan Fugui felt extremely aggrieved. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

He is just a small teacher. How can he possibly fight against a group of powerful people like Yi Zhonghai?

He lowered his head silently, his heart full of helplessness and bitterness.

He knew that his status among the managers in this compound was low, and he could not compete with Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong at all.

And now, he could only choose to remain silent and let Zhou Zheng vent his dissatisfaction and anger.

The scene in the yard is completely different when Zhou Zheng is there and when he is not.

Normally, Yan Fugui dared to show his fangs when facing Yi Zhonghai and others because of the deterrent effect brought by Zhou Zheng.

However, Zhou Zheng had been gone for nearly a month, and rumors of Zhou Zheng's escape were circulating in the alley. Yan Fugui was like a dog with its teeth pulled out. He didn't even dare to bark loudly when he saw people, let alone go against Yi Zhonghai and others.

He did not take Zhou Zheng's things, which showed his position.

However, Zhou Zheng was very angry at the moment and didn't care about these things at all.

He said angrily: "In fact, I really want to kill you. To me, this is just a trivial matter. However, we have lived together in this courtyard for so long. You don't regard yourselves as human beings, but I, Zhou Hanqing, can't do that. At least you look like human beings."

"I don't want to say anything more. I'll leave you a way out. Now, everyone slap yourself 20 times and hand over 50 yuan, and the matter will be settled. If not, then wait to die!"

Zhou Zheng's tone was cold and resolute, making people shudder.

Then he added:

"Of course, except for the Jia family, the Yi family, and the Liu family..."

"Yu Shui has already reported the case to the police. When they arrive, they will sentence them accordingly. The northwest of our country is in great need of manpower right now. I think it would be a good idea for your families to go there."

"Don't accuse me of being ruthless. You slapped me in the face. Doesn't that mean you don't want me to let you go?"

He shook his head in disdain, and seeing that no one took action, he immediately shouted.

"What the hell are you all standing there for? Fight."

The residents in the courtyard finally reacted and started slapping their hands.

About two minutes passed.

The slapping stopped and the residents dared not speak out. They could ignore Zhou Zheng's orders before, but his power had grown too fast in recent years. The Yanhe Gang was a behemoth to them and they could not shake it at all.

Besides, they were indeed wrong. Now that Zhou Zheng is back, the rumors have been refuted and they can only do as they are told silently.

Otherwise, what Zhou Zheng said was definitely not a joke.

There is no resentment or grievance.

The right thing to do is to hand over the 50 yuan and get this matter over with as soon as possible.

It was at this time that He Yushui brought the police to the Intermediate Court at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

Because the matter concerned Zhou Zheng, senior officials from the Jiaodaokou Police Station also came, and the leader of the team was Wang Dongze.

Of course, they had already understood the general situation on the way here, and they also had a clear goal when they went to No. 95 Nanluoguxiang this time.

But despite this, they couldn't help but twitch their lips when they saw the yard full of "pig heads".

'It's cruel, really cruel.'

This is the common idea of ​​public security comrades.

"Hey, Brother Zhou, you must be mad. Why did you beat these guys into such a mess?"

The tone of Wang Dongze's speech was not like that of a police station chief at all. Instead, it sounded like that of a street thug. This made Zhou Zheng's expression look better and he was actually amused by him.

He waved his hands quickly and said, "Uncle Wang, please don't bother me. Just call me Xiao Zhou. How dare I call you my brother? Otherwise, those uncles will tear me apart. Isn't this a generation gap?"

Wang Dongze laughed.

"Haha, kid, I have a general understanding of the situation. This is also our negligence in our work. No matter how you want to deal with it, Uncle Wang will listen to you this time..."