138: Chapter 138 A wise person knows when to yield.

"Who did this?" The Old Woman shouted this without expecting anyone to answer her; it was merely the prelude to her initiating her combo.

Next would come sitting on the ground, shaking her legs, slapping the floor, invoking the spirits, and greeting the ancestors—a series of smooth little combo moves.

However, just as the Old Woman finished her prelude, a roar came from inside the room, "I did it."

A figure charged out from the room aggressively, pointing at the four of them and cursing, "I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to rent this place to people like you! You can't get along with your neighbors, the property management keeps calling me with complaints, and you've turned the place into a complete mess—it stinks of piss! Do you think this is a toilet?!"

Seeing who it was—the Landlord—daring to make false accusations first, the Old Woman... no, not just the Old Woman, but the other three, excluding the Naughty Child, were instantly enraged.

"Cut the bullshit! You have the nerve to lecture us after renting us an unclean house?" As one of the only two males—the only man—Yan Hes Husband immediately showed off his tattooed arms, making a gesture as if he were about to teach the Landlord some "reason."

"Exactly, you must compensate us for our losses." Seeing her son take the lead, the Old Woman quickly chimed in.

At this moment, Yan He rolled her eyes and offered another suggestion, "Make him just give us the house as compensation."

"You little punk, if you don't give us a satisfactory answer today, don't blame me for not being reasonable." Yan Hes Husband glared at the Landlord, his eyes filled with the madness of a scheme about to succeed.

That's right, madness—after all, demanding someone just hand over their house is inherently insane.

On the other side, facing the aggressive family of three and the approaching Yan Hes Husband, the Landlord didn't retreat at all, wearing a look of contempt and curling his lips in disdain.

Just then, one person walked out of the room, then two, three, four, five... thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. That's right, in just a few moments, sixteen people walked out of Room 3, making a total of seventeen including the Landlord.

They completely filled the corridor.

Among the seventeen people, there were old people, women, men, and children, perfectly matching Yan He's family of four.

"What do you want?" Yan Hes Husband looked at the swarming crowd, their gazes fixed on him like wolves eyeing prey. He quickly stopped, retreated several steps, and then asked sharply with wide eyes.

Yet, he couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

"What do we want?" The Landlord let out a cold, mirthless chuckle, raised his hands to his chest, and a clear sound of cracking knuckles reached Yan Hes Husband's ears.

"Aren't you guys pretty tough? You want me to compensate you, right? Giving me a three-day deadline, right? You want my house, right?" With every sentence, the Landlord took a step toward Yan Hes Husband.

The sixteen protectors behind him also took a step forward.

Pop~ Pop~ In the narrow corridor, the momentum gathered by the seventeen people felt like an army of thousands, pressing down on Yan Hes Husband and his group with overwhelming force.

Pop~ Pop~ Every step felt like it was stomping on their hearts. With every step taken, Yan Hes Husband and his group's faces turned a shade paler, and they hurriedly retreated a step in sync.

Watching the Landlord get closer, Yan Hes Husband swallowed nervously and forced a smile onto his face, "Brother, let's talk this out. Let's talk nicely. We're all civilized people; let's not resort to violence."

Seeing the other side unmoved, Yan Hes Husband quickly signaled to Yan He. Yan He understood, quickly pulled out her phone, and shouted, "So you're bullying us with numbers, huh? Don't come any closer, or I'm calling the police!"

However, perhaps because she was too focused on the Landlord's reaction, the Old Woman forgot to watch her footing while retreating. She took too small a step, and Yan Hes Husband, standing in front, took a large step back, knocking her straight to the ground.

Once the Old Woman sat on the ground, she felt right at home in her main battlefield, so she instinctively unleashed the smooth little combo she hadn't been able to use earlier.

While kicking her legs wildly, she slapped the ground incessantly, and of course, her mouth wasn't idle either, "Everyone, come and see! Someone is bullying an Old Woman here!"

"Oh, Heavens! Why won't you open your eyes and see what they've done to us, a group of orphans and widows!"

"You bunch of godforsaken..."

Seeing the Old Woman starting her performance, the Landlord took a deep breath and said solemnly to the people behind him, "Everyone, please."

The crowd immediately responded, "Small matter! We've long been annoyed by this old hag."

"Heh, daring to bully our Sun family? They really don't know who they're messing with."

"Beat them up."

"That's right, why bother talking to them? You can't reason with people like this, just deal with them."

Amidst the agreement, the group stopped posturing and, rolling up their sleeves, charged at Yan Hes Husband and his group.

Next came, naturally, old against old, woman against woman, man against man, and even the Naughty Child had three minors "taking care" of him.

On the Landlord's side, a plump, white-haired Old Woman in her sixties walked up to the Old Woman in a few steps and immediately slapped her. The Old Woman, who was in the middle of her smooth little combo, instantly cleared her eyes and stopped the combo.

Yan He wanted to resist, but was instantly held by her arms by several women. As the women unleashed their hard-practiced techniques like the Nine Yin Bone Claw and Soft Finger techniques on her, only Yan He's wailing remained on the scene.

As for Yan Hes Husband, despite his tattooed arms, he was the biggest coward present. When the men from the Landlord's side surrounded him, Yan Hes Husband instinctively crouched on the ground and covered his head with his hands—his practiced posture showed he had done this many times before.

Even so, he still received a few loud slaps to the face.

"Aren't you tough?" "Didn't you want to start a fight? Go ahead, try it."

Yan Hes Husband: "Try and you'll die, I get that."

So he was very good at knowing when to yield.

If one had to say who in this family had the most backbone, it would be the Naughty Child.

The Naughty Child feared nothing. Seeing his parents and grandmother being bullied, he clenched his little fists and charged forward, ignoring the minors surrounding him, even though the youngest of them was four or five years older than him.

So the Naughty Child charged forward wailing, only to be pushed down on his butt with one palm.

The Naughty Child didn't give up; he scrambled up and charged forward again, only to be pushed down on his butt with another palm.

The Naughty Child charged again... the Naughty Child charged again... the Naughty Child continued to charge... the Naughty Child...

"Waa~~ Grandma, they're bullying me! They're all bullying me alone! Wuuu~~"

The Naughty Child cried and went to find his parents.

Of course, whether it was the Naughty Child or the three adults, the Landlord's side couldn't actually beat them up; after all, if they caused serious injury, they would be the ones to suffer in the end.

Of course, some physical pain was unavoidable, though most of it was internal.

After some beating, whether it was the Old Woman, Yan Hes Husband, Yan He, or the Naughty Child, the eyes of all four became incredibly clear.

Seeing this, the Landlord waved his hand to make everyone stop, walked up to the four of them, held up one finger, and said, "First, you started this. My principle has always been not to provoke trouble, but I'm definitely not afraid of it. Today's situation is entirely of your own making."

"I'm not afraid of you seeking revenge later. Of course, if you're not convinced, feel free to use whatever tricks you have. But I'll say this ugly truth upfront: either you kill me, or you better weigh the consequences yourself."

The Landlord scanned the four of them. Sensing his gaze, the three of them nodded frantically like pounding garlic, "We won't, we won't, it's our own fault..."

The Landlord raised a second finger with satisfaction, "Second thing: looking at the current situation, you've offended all the neighbors around here. You definitely can't live in this house anymore."

"I'm not an unreasonable person. I'll refund all your rent and deposit. Consider these past few days as me doing a good deed. If you have no objections, move out later; we've already packed your things for you."

Feeling the Landlord's gaze sweep over them again, the three quickly shook their heads, "No objections, no objections."

"Very good!" The Landlord nodded with satisfaction and held up a third finger, "By rights, you spread rumors that my house is haunted, causing my property value to depreciate significantly. I could completely take you to court and make you compensate for my economic losses, but..."