Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

As the heavy and tightly closed door slowly opened to both sides with a creaking sound.

The bright sunshine penetrated through the crack in the door, illuminating the area within the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a team of five people came out of the courtyard one after another with firm steps and great momentum.

It seems like I am about to embark on an extraordinary journey.

Liu Yu and Zhang Jie walked side by side at the front of the team. The steel pipes they held tightly in their hands shone with a cold luster in the sun, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around them.

This unusual iron rod seemed both mysterious and powerful in the eyes of everyone.

Most people have probably never seen such a uniquely designed tool.

However, Lou Xiao'e knew very well in her mind that this seemingly ordinary steel pipe was actually a hidden baton.

She knew very well that once the baton was deployed, its power was far beyond that of an ordinary stick. The blows were both swift and painful, enough to scare the opponent away.

Lou Xiao'e looked at the two young men, Liu Yu and Zhang Jie, and her admiration for them kept growing!

These days, it's rare to find a bodyguard who can hold a baton so toughly.

Besides, their physiques and the way they stood there looked very righteous.

It makes people wonder: What on earth do these two people do? It's not simple, not simple!

Her gaze stayed on the two of them for a moment, then quickly turned to Xu Damao beside her.

He was carrying a pickaxe handle on his shoulder, and although his expression looked a little more serious than usual, compared with the two men in front of him, he didn't look like a good guy at all.

Lou Xiao'e herself was holding a black "flashlight" in her hand.

He appeared at the gate side by side with Xu Damao, following Liu Yu and Zhang Jie.

Finally, Zhu Zirui appeared in a very cool way.

He had already mounted the bicycle, with one foot pressing hard on the pedal and the other foot firmly on the ground, ready to go.

It looked like he was ready to run away at any moment.

Moreover, it’s the kind that disappears in the blink of an eye and you can’t catch up with it!

Looking at this group of 26 young students who were part of the Red Guard team, their ages ranged from the immature fourteen or fifteen years old to the slightly mature twenty-somethings.

There were also several female students among them.

Only half of them were wearing uniform army green clothes with belts around their waists.

Although the others were dressed differently, they all used belts as a common symbol. The most eye-catching thing was the bright red armbands on their arms, which were like a mark of the times.

When Lou Xiao'e and her group walked out of the yard, the leading Red Guard quickly waved his hand, and the team seemed to have received orders from the "commander". The team fell silent for a moment, and the sounds of sticks hitting and slogans stopped abruptly.

He said in a manner that was almost declarative: "We are here to take Lou Xiao'e, a capitalist, back to be investigated and questioned. It has nothing to do with others.

Anyone who obstructs will bear the consequences.”

Lou Xiao'e stood firmly behind Liu Yu and Zhang Jie, her face solemn but her voice unusually high: "I am an ordinary employee of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, not a capitalist as you say.

My husband is the leader of the factory. Your actions are undoubtedly a blatant provocation to the steel mill!"

Xu Damao followed closely behind, speaking fiercely: "Are you creating contradictions or provoking the working class? Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

The leading Red Guard remained unmoved and insisted on his own opinion: "We have solid evidence to prove that Lou Xiao'e is the daughter of the big capitalist Lou Bancheng. It is useless to argue and resistance is futile."

After he finished speaking, he slammed the stick in his hand heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

Lou Xiao'e responded sharply: "It is true that I am the daughter of Lou Bancheng, but who dares to say that Lou Bancheng is a capitalist?

Besides, he had been gone for many years and had nothing to do with my daughter who was already married.

Which legal provision provides that you have the right to bring anyone in for questioning at will?"

Just as her words were echoing, a young general in the team interrupted impatiently: "No need to say more, we have the evidence in hand, just take him away!" As soon as these words came out, everyone echoed them and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Xu Damao gripped the pick handle tightly on his shoulder, his eyes determined: "If you insist on being the enemy of the working class, then we will be forced to defend ourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty-six young men approached menacingly with sticks in their hands, and a conflict seemed inevitable.

The air was filled with gunpowder, and the two sides were in a standoff, ready to break out.

At this critical moment, reason and impulse, law and passion are intertwined into a complex and intense picture.

The two young men, Liu Yu and Zhang Jie, moved so quickly that the batons were "out of their sheaths" in an instant.

He rushed out all of a sudden and picked up the "poor and arrogant" boy as if it was a game.

They were both born into martial arts families. They hit people wherever it hurt, but they also knew to show mercy and not beat them to death.

Xu Damao was also not vague. He swung the pickaxe with a whirring sound and without any pattern, which made people dizzy.

As for Lou Xiao'e, she stood at the door like a door god, motionless.

That look seemed to be warning them that if anyone dared to take a step into the yard, he would know what it meant to "regret it for a lifetime".

Sha Zhu and his gang were also not vague and started to attack from the side.

The scene was as lively as a big fair, but it was done with real weapons!

Those young generals were used to bullying intellectuals and thought that Lou Xiao'e and others were soft persimmons. But this time they really hit a wall.

The mediocre skills they learned at the last minute were not good enough in front of Liu Yu and Zhang Jie.

With Xu Damao's decisive kick, the leading young player finally couldn't hold on anymore. He staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

Dust rose up, indicating that this sudden conflict was quickly coming to an end.

There was total silence all around, broken only by the occasional barking of dogs in the distance and the curses and cries of pain or frustration uttered by their parents nearby.

Twenty-six people were now scattered on the open space at the gate of the courtyard, either lying or crawling.

The sticks in their hands had already fallen to the sides, and some had lost consciousness before they could even slip out of their hands.

Their faces were filled with shock and unwillingness; it was obvious that they had not expected to encounter such stubborn resistance.

The army green clothes were covered with dust and sweat, the belt was loose, and the red armbands no longer looked so dazzling.

Liu Yu and Zhang Jie stood in front of them, their eyes revealing calmness and determination.

They had already put their batons back at their waists, and their movements were smooth, as if the fight just now was just part of their daily training.

Xu Damao stood beside them with the handle of his pickaxe resting on the ground.

Although the attack has stopped, the inviolable aura is still not to be underestimated.

Lou Xiao'e stood there, her hands clenched into fists, with both anger and relief in her eyes.

She knew very well that today's battle was not only for her own dignity, but also to protect this home and those innocent people who were caught in the storm.

Her voice was soft but firm: "We are members of the working class and we will not allow anyone to trample on us at will.

I hope you can learn from what happened today."

Sha Zhu and others also gathered around, still holding their weapons tightly.

But everyone's face was filled with the joy of victory and admiration for their "comrades-in-arms".

This unexpected conflict made them more united and made them understand that only by unity can they protect their homes and dignity when facing injustice and power.