136: Chapter 136 This person not only doesn't play by the rules, but also lacks martial ethics.

The Old Woman was brought back to her senses by Yan He's shout. She used both hands and feet again, and this time she finally managed to stand up. She scooped up her Good Grandson and rushed toward the door. "Move aside!"

As the Old Woman passed Yan He, finding her in the way, she launched a zero-frame attack... no, a zero-frame kick. With a big kick, she sent Yan He stumbling, creating just enough space to pass. The Old Woman then executed some zig-zag maneuvering and squeezed through the gap between Yan He and the door.

However, the Old Woman clearly hadn't considered her Good Grandson, who was being held horizontally in her arms.

The next second, with a loud "bang," the Naughty Child's lower leg slammed hard against the doorframe.

"Waa~" The Naughty Child cried again.

However, to the Old Woman, this crying meant her Good Grandson had seen a "ghost" again, so she ran even faster.

Then. Bang~ That was the sound of the Naughty Child's foot hitting the water dispenser. Bang~ That was the sound of it hitting the dining table. Bang~ That was the sound of it hitting the decorative partition at the entrance.

Finally, after the Naughty Child had gone through eighty-one tribulations, the Old Woman stumbled to the door and pulled it open. With a "bang," the Naughty Child and the Old Woman flew headlong into the crowd gathered at the door.

As for that "bang," it was the sound of the Naughty Child's head hitting the door.

"F*ck!" "Don't come over here!" "Move aside!" "It's over!"

At the doorway, facing the pair of grandmother and grandson flying toward them, chaos erupted. Everyone looked on in terror, trying their best to dodge.

After all, everyone had been talking all day about the miserable scene of the man being pinned under Yan He last night.

Some even turned the man's look of utter despair into a meme. They didn't want to become the next meme.

But things didn't go as planned. The narrow hallway couldn't allow so many people to dodge the two who had suddenly flown at them. There was always some unlucky soul who ended up being used as a cushion.

Like the big brother standing at the very front knocking on the door. Before he could react, he had already passively caught the Naughty Child. A pure case of throwing oneself into someone's arms.

The big brother instinctively opened his arms, one hand supporting the buttocks and the other holding the neck to keep the Naughty Child from falling, but the next second, his entire expression froze. Both palms felt a wet sensation.

The big brother looked down, and his face turned pale in an instant. He shouted in his heart, "It's over!"

Somehow, the Naughty Child's head had been cracked open, and fresh blood was flowing down the scalp onto the big brother's hands. At that moment, the big brother felt his palms burning and his heart pounding wildly. Ignoring the fact that the Old Woman had just stumbled and fallen to the ground, he forcefully shoved the Naughty Child back into the arms of the Old Woman, who had just sat up.

Looking at the Good Grandson shoved into her arms, when her gaze caught the smear of red on his head, the Old Woman's initially confused eyes instantly cleared... no, it should be said that her gaze toward the big brother cleared.

The next second! Displaying her unique skill of using both hands and feet again, in the blink of an eye, the Old Woman, clutching her Good Grandson, grabbed onto the big brother's pant leg. "Don't you leave! Look at what you've done to my Good Grandson. You must take responsibility!"

"F*ck!" The big brother's expression instantly looked as if someone had shoved a pile of sh*t into his mouth; it was as ugly as it could be. "Listen here, lady, can you be reasonable? This injury on the child's head was clearly caused when you hit the doorframe while coming out just now. How can you blame it on me?"

The Old Woman remained completely unmoved. "I don't care. Anyway, he was perfectly fine when I handed him to you just now, and now there's a problem. If I don't hold you responsible, who do I hold responsible?"

"You're being unreasonable. Besides, there are so many pairs of eyes watching. How can you blame me?" The big brother sneered disdainfully.

"Who's watching?" The Old Woman suddenly looked up, her gaze sweeping fiercely over everyone present.

She had tried this tactic many times and it always worked. In the past, whenever she was outside, anyone caught by her fierce gaze would either lower their head and pretend to be deaf and dumb, or they would wisely leave.

However, she forgot that this was in a residential complex. People saw each other every day. Although they were still relatively strangers, they didn't have the indifferent attitude of passersby outside. After being swept by her fierce gaze, some did instinctively look away, but more people looked straight back at her, gritting their teeth and saying: "That's right! I can testify that the injury on your Good Grandson's head was caused by you hitting it yourself."

"Yes! I can testify too." "Pah! Put away that act of yours. The social atmosphere is bad nowadays, and everyone is so indifferent precisely because of people like you." "Exactly, you don't act your age. Aren't you afraid of corrupting your Good Grandson?" "Heh, does she even need to teach him? They say if the upper beam is crooked, the lower ones will be too. I don't think this kid is any good either."

Regarding such finger-pointing, the Old Woman curled her lips in disdain and grabbed the big brother's pant leg even tighter. At her age, she had heard words much uglier than these; this criticism didn't cause a single ripple in her heart. Besides, what's the harm in being talked about? Getting money in her hands was what really mattered.

The Old Woman methodically continued to the next step. "I don't care. Regardless of whether you did it or not, you take my Good Grandson to the hospital right now, immediately! Let me tell you, if anything happens to him, you just wait to pay with your life."

While the Old Woman was speaking, a "creaking" sound rang out in the scene. It was the big brother clenching his fists until they creaked. He looked down at the Old Woman with reddened eyes, veins bulging on his face; he was clearly in a state of extreme rage. His sandbag-sized fists were clenched and released, clenched and released again.

After a moment of silence, the big brother raised his palm, which was like a palm-leaf fan. The next second... Slap, slap~ Two crisp sounds of slapping made the noisy hallway instantly quiet down. Then came the sound of people gasping. "Hiss~" "Hiss~"

While gasping, many people looked at the big brother with his red and swollen cheeks and instinctively twitched their mouths. This guy is a ruthless person... No, "ruthless" doesn't even begin to describe someone who can slap his own face until it's swollen; he must be a "super-ruthless" man. This was a man of extreme ruthlessness.

The Old Woman, who had been acting out, was stunned on the spot by these two sudden slaps. Just now, when the big brother raised his palm, she had actually prepared herself to be hit. In that split second, she had even calculated the direction and force of her fall upon being struck. When to fall? At what angle? How much force was needed to make herself look miserable without actually sustaining much injury? These were all valuable experiences summarized from many past encounters. Every industry has its risks; at first, she was passive, but after a long time, she turned passive into active. After all, the price for taking a slap could increase by several times.

But today she miscalculated. The big brother did indeed take action, but the target of his action was himself. After slapping his own face back and forth, he still wasn't relieved, so he slapped himself twice more. Slap, slap~ "F*ck, I am such a moron. Being a good Samaritan is BS. If I ever get involved in this crap again, I'll chop my hand off." The big brother's eyes were already bloodshot. He glared fiercely at the stunned Old Woman, then exerted sudden strength in the leg she was holding. After kicking a few times, the Old Woman lost her grip, and the big brother broke free.

The Old Woman panicked. The second she steadied herself, she lunged at the big brother. The big brother immediately took a step back, dodging the lunge. The next second... "Ptooey~" A mouthful of phlegm was spat directly onto the Old Woman's face.

"F*ck it. I'm done with this." After saying this, the big brother quickly squeezed into the crowd and disappeared from the Old Woman's sight in the blink of an eye.

The Old Woman was dumbfounded. This person not only didn't play by the rules, but he also had no martial virtue. The Old Woman was furious. In all these years, she had never been so insulted. Seeing the big brother disappear into the crowd, the Old Woman pointed her withered, trembling finger in the direction he had vanished and screamed shrilly: "You can't leave! Help me stop him! Someone, help me stop him!"

However, no one present listened to her. Not only did they not listen, but the crowd the big brother had passed through even tacitly moved closer together, blocking her view of him.

"You... you people..." Seeing that she couldn't lock onto the big brother, the Old Woman immediately kicked her legs and slapped the ground, shouting: "Oh my god, come and look! This bunch of murderers are bullying an Old Woman." After howling a few times, she glared viciously at the crowd. "Every single one of you is responsible! Hurry up and take my Good Grandson to the hospital!"