Siheyuan: With the system in hand, the world is mine

"Grandpa Lin, you must not be lazy! You have to keep an eye on me. Otherwise, what should I do if I accidentally take the wrong road in the future?" Wang Haoran said on the surface that he wanted Grandpa Lin to watch him, but in his heart he said, "You want to not care about things, but you wish for it?"

When Mr. Lin heard this, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, gasping for breath and shouting loudly: "You don't even let an old bone like me go, and you actually want to use me! I will beat you to death... me!"

Seeing that Mr. Lin was angry, Wang Haoran quickly stretched out his hands to help him calm down, but he still insisted, "Hey, Grandpa Lin, how can you say that? I am your grandson, who else would sincerely help me except you?"

At this moment, Wang Haoran was about to take out the spiritual spring water from his space to calm Mr. Lin. However, his eyes accidentally swept across the system interface, and he was instantly stunned by the changes in front of him. He froze in place, with a puzzled expression on his face.

However, Wang Haoran quickly came to his senses, thinking that there were other people around him at the moment, so it was not convenient to check the system interface immediately. So, he temporarily put aside his curiosity and took out the precious spiritual spring water from the space without hesitation.

When Mr. Lin saw the spiritual spring water, his angry eyes immediately shone, as if he had seen a rare treasure. But he still pretended to sigh helplessly and said slowly: "Forget it, since you are still a little filial, I will help you carry it even if my old bones are tired."

"Since you are so reluctant, it's fine. But we must not let you get tired." Wang Haoran keenly noticed the strong desire for the spiritual spring water in Mr. Lin's heart, but this stubborn old man was still unwilling to give in.

Wang Haoran's mouth corners slightly raised, thinking to himself: Hum, how can I easily fulfill his wish? Thinking of this, Wang Haoran deliberately made a gesture to take back the spiritual spring water.

However, just when he was about to successfully retrieve the spiritual spring water, he suddenly felt that the hand holding the bottle of spiritual spring water seemed to be tightly clamped by a pair of pliers and could not move.

Wang Haoran was startled and looked sideways, only to see Old Man Lin staring at him with eyes wide open and beard puffing, looking like an enraged lion.

"Good boy, you actually want to take back the things that I gave you as a gift to you. You ignorant little bastard, are you itching to be punished?" Grandpa Lin shouted with anger, his face flushed.

"Hey, old man, don't get excited. We have to be reasonable, right? I never said that this spiritual spring water is specially for your honor. This is just a fair and reasonable transaction." Wang Haoran curled his lips and retorted fearlessly.

Hearing this, Mr. Lin was furious and shouted angrily: "What? You dare to talk back! If I don't teach you a lesson today and make you remember it, I will take your last name!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly pulled out the thick and sturdy leather belt from his waist, and without saying a word, he swung it towards Wang Haoran.

This sudden change really scared Wang Haoran. He thought that if this whip really fell on him, even though his body had been strengthened, he would still feel the pain.

At the critical moment, Wang Haoran used all his strength to break free from the hand that was tightly held by Mr. Lin, and then he dodged to the side at lightning speed. The whole set of movements was smooth and seamless, and it took less than a second.

"Snap..." The crisp sound of the whip cut through the air, but it unexpectedly missed. "How dare you dodge?" Old Master Lin's eyes widened, his teeth chattering with anger, and then he shouted at the door: "Someone come! Quickly catch this bastard, I must teach him a lesson today!" Before he stopped shouting, three figures flashed into the house as fast as the wind.

Looking closely, he saw three burly and powerful soldiers. They approached Wang Haoran step by step with steady and firm steps. Seeing this, the corners of Wang Haoran's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

"Old man, you can't afford to play! If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one duel! You have no martial ethics." Wang Haoran shouted.

However, Mr. Lin was disdainful and snorted, "Martial virtue? What the hell is that? If I had relied on this so-called martial virtue when I was fighting on the battlefield, the grass on my grave would have been three feet high!"

At this time, the three soldiers were only a few feet away from Wang Haoran. The leading soldier kept muttering as he walked, "Boy, don't resist anymore! Just surrender! As long as we can calm the leader down, everything will be fine. Otherwise, if we catch you later, you will be in trouble!"

After hearing this, Wang Haoran clenched his fists tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he shouted at Grandpa Lin with gritted teeth: "Grandpa, do you have to play like this?" After saying that, Wang Haoran's face instantly became extremely gloomy, as if a storm was about to come.

"I said I'm going to beat you up, and if I don't beat you up for three days, you'll be on the roof and tear the tiles off the roof." As Mr. Lin said this, he glanced at Wang Haoran with a playful smile on his face. His eyes swept across Wang Haoran's face, which was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help but feel secretly proud in his heart.

Hearing this, Wang Haoran snorted coldly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he said with gritted teeth: "If that's the case, then you can't blame me." Before he finished speaking, he flashed and pounced on the people in front of him like a cheetah.

When Mr. Lin saw Wang Haoran's aggressive look, his heart suddenly tightened and he swallowed involuntarily, thinking to himself that something was wrong.

However, it was too late. There was only a muffled "bang" sound, and Wang Haoran made a move in an instant. With the movement of his hand and the knife, a soldier was knocked unconscious on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Lin was immediately furious and yelled, "How dare you, a little bastard, rebel! You are simply lawless!"

Wang Haoran responded with a look of disdain: "Old man, you have no martial ethics first. If I don't strike first, won't I suffer a great loss?" After that, he did not stop his movements at all, and launched another series of fierce attacks, forcing the other two soldiers to retreat.

Seeing the remaining two soldiers struggling under Wang Haoran's attack, Mr. Lin knew they might not be able to hold out for too long. So, while Wang Haoran was concentrating on dealing with the two soldiers, he quietly went around to the side, ready to wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

At this moment, Wang Haoran suddenly exerted his strength, changed his moves, and attacked again with lightning speed, knocking the remaining two soldiers to the ground cleanly. Almost at the same time, Mr. Lin also took the opportunity to rush over...

I saw Mr. Lin's eyes wide open, veins popping out on his forehead. He raised the shiny black belt in his hand high, and whipped it hard with a whirring sound. At the same moment, a shrill scream resounded throughout the room - "Ouch..." It turned out that Wang Haoran was hit.

When Mr. Lin saw that his attack was successful, the anger in his heart subsided a little, and was replaced by an inexplicable sense of comfort.

However, Wang Haoran was in a miserable state at this moment. The burning pain from his arm made his face instantly twisted into a knot, with his facial features squeezed together, making him look extremely hideous and terrifying.

However, Wang Haoran reacted quickly. He endured the severe pain and quickly distanced himself from Mr. Lin. He stopped only after he was sure that he was in a relatively safe position. He began to curse at Mr. Lin, "You old thing, you are really serious? It hurts me so much!"

Hearing this, Old Master Lin was so angry that he was shaking all over. He widened his eyes, gasped and shouted: "You little bastard, how dare you call me an old man? Today I will beat you to pieces!" As he said that, he raised the whip in his hand again and pounced on Wang Haoran like an enraged lion.

Wang Haoran dodged the belt swung by Mr. Lin in a flash like a nimble rabbit. Seeing this, Mr. Lin was so angry that his beard stood up. He chased after him and shouted, "Stop right there, you little bastard! Don't run!"

"Am I stupid? Standing there and letting you hit me. If it weren't for your age, I would have let you taste how powerful I am today." Wang Haoran responded angrily while dodging Grandpa Lin's attacks flexibly.

"You bastard who is rebelling against Tiangang, if you keep hiding, believe it or not, I will call a group to play with you!" Old Master Lin was so tired that he was out of breath, but still refused to give up and kept threatening Wang Haoran.

"Why don't you shout? I would have run away by the time the person arrived." Wang Haoran replied disdainfully, with a sly look in his eyes.

In this way, the two of them started a fierce chase in the house, hitting and hiding, chasing and running. The furniture in the room was knocked all over the place, making bursts of noise.

However, despite all his efforts, Mr. Lin still couldn't catch the clever Wang Haoran. Finally, Mr. Lin couldn't run any longer and had to sit on a chair, panting, with his hands on his knees and breathing heavily.

But his eyes were still staring at Wang Haoran viciously, as if he wanted to devour him alive with his eyes.

Wang Haoran couldn't help but smile when he saw Mr. Lin like this, and was secretly proud of himself: Humph, I just like your expression of not being able to stand me but being unable to get rid of me. He deliberately made a face at Mr. Lin provocatively.

After a while, Mr. Lin recovered his breath and pointed at Wang Haoran and scolded him, "You kid don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young! How can you treat your elders like this?"

After saying that, he shook his head helplessly, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank the tea in big gulps. After all, he couldn't beat him by fighting, and he couldn't run away by running, so he could only give up for the time being.

"Old man, you still have the nerve to say that! Look at what you have done, you even called for help. If I didn't have some ability, I would have been beaten to pieces by now! Isn't this still a beating from you? Look at what my arm has become?" Wang Haoran raised his arm with a face full of grievance, only to see a shocking red and swollen streak on it, as if telling of the pain he had just suffered.

Seeing this, the anger in Mr. Lin's heart suddenly dissipated, replaced by a barely perceptible sense of relief. Then, he pointed at the three people lying on the ground with a little surprise, and asked in confusion: "Hey kid, when did you become so skilled? These three guys are not vegetarians. Let's not talk about other skills. Just talking about martial arts, ordinary people can't get close to them even if there are four or five of them. But you are so good, you can easily deal with them in a few moves."

Hearing this, Wang Haoran couldn't help but show a smug smile on his face, and replied confidently: "Hehe, old man, there are still many things you don't know! As for these little Kalemis, I never took them seriously at all. Thinking back to the days..." As he spoke, Wang Haoran began to talk incessantly about his past glorious achievements and experiences.