After having a hearty lunch at his aunt's house and chatting for a while, Han Ye said goodbye to his aunt and planned to return to school.

The aunt didn't seem to expect Han Ye to leave so soon, so she couldn't help but be a little surprised, and hurriedly stayed, hoping that Han Ye could stay at home for a few more days and recuperate, and Xiaorui even showed eighteen classes of martial arts, and asked Han Ye to stay and play with her.

Han Ye was worried that there were still some things to deal with in the school, but in the end he politely declined.

Xiaorui's expectations were disappointed, and she hugged a huge furry bear and went to the side to sulk with her little mouth.

Han Ye left his aunt's house, gave his new mobile phone number by the way, notified Xiaorui, and took the subway back the same way.

This is the time when there are many people, and the people in the carriage are crowded together, and it is almost like a canned sardine.

Han Ye was busy dealing with the crowded crowd, and even though he was a second-order martial artist, he felt a lot of tightness in his chest and shortness of breath.

After surviving three stops, he finally waited until there were a little fewer people in the carriage and grabbed a seat, he took out his mobile phone and was about to read the news, only to find that there were seven or eight missed calls on his mobile phone, all of which were from Xiaorui.

Han Ye dialed over a little strangely, and asked with a smile, "Xiaorui, what's so urgent......

Before he finished speaking, Xiaorui's cry of "woo" rang on the other end of the phone: "Brother, I made so many calls, why didn't you answer until now?"

Han Ye's heart sank, and he quickly asked, "What's wrong?" Why are you crying like this?"

Xiao Rui cried and said, "They came to my house! Hong Feihan's father came to our house with a large group of hooligans!"

Before she finished speaking, Han Ye heard a middle-aged man's rude scolding voice on the phone: "You little ****, why do you want to call someone for help when you call?

Immediately afterwards, there was the scream of Xiaorui and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The aunt's heartache rang out: "Don't beat my daughter! You are all such adults, how can you beat a child!"

The middle-aged man roared wildly: "She didn't call someone and beat my son! Why can't your family, but my family can't? Not to mention that she also framed my son for secretly filming before!"

"Obviously, your son played hooligan first, and he also started to beat Xiaorui!

"Lao Tzu is going to beat a rake, what about you? Beat me! Beat to death! Beat this little **** to death!"

"Don't hit my daughter!

"Don't hit my mom!!"

"Give me a beat!"

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The aunt's screams, Xiaorui's cries, and the middle-aged man's beating and scolding were mixed together and came to Han Ye's ears from the other end of the phone.

Listening to these voices, Han Ye was furious, his eyes were about to split, and the green tendons in his right hand burst out, almost crushing the mobile phone in his hand!

When he punished Hung Feihan, he had expected Hung Feihan's parents to retaliate.

But he thought that revenge would come at him, but he didn't expect that those bastards would go directly to his aunt and Xiaorui, and they went so violently and so quickly!

Han Ye was so anxious that he couldn't wait to fly back to his aunt's house immediately to help his aunt and Xiaorui get out of trouble.

But now he is trapped on the subway and cannot get off.

The subway was speeding on the tracks, but Han Ye felt that the speed of the train was maddeningly slow.

Finally waited for the subway to arrive at the station, Han Yefei rushed out, took a taxi, and ran to his aunt's house as fast as possible.

It's just that he hurried and hurried, and he was still one step late.

By the time he arrived, it was all over.

The living room of my aunt's house was smashed to pieces like a strong wind passing through.

The decorative paintings on the wall, hanging left and right, may fall at any time, the dining chairs lie on the ground horizontally or vertically, almost all of them are damaged, the glass coffee table is smashed to pieces, and the ground is full of broken glass slag.

The aunt sat on the sofa with her head scattered, her clothes were torn, her body was bruised and purple, and there were large scars everywhere.

Xiaorui's cheeks were swollen, and there were shocking blood stains left on her mouth, she shrunk in her aunt's arms, sobbing lowly, and her thin body trembled.

Two policemen were standing next to the aunt, recording confessions.

Han Ye looked at everything in front of him, only to feel a "boom" in his head, and the blood in his whole body was desperately surging upward, and the uncontrollable anger made his eyes turn blood-red.

Even the Qua Moth cipher on his chest seemed to feel his anger, and became as hot as a soldering iron, and the violent aura with the ancient aura gushed out from the Qua Moth ciphertext, rushing into the outside space, and even stirring up the calm air in the living room.

A horse-faced policeman in his thirties, who seemed to notice the subtle changes in the room, turned to look at Han Ye with a look of surprise on his face.

Han Yetie's face was blue, stepping on the broken glass all over the floor, he walked straight to his aunt, bowed his head and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." ”

This matter started by him, if he had thought about it more carefully and handled it more thoroughly, his aunt and Xiaorui might not have been hurt like this!

The disappearance of his uncle made the lives of orphans and widows difficult, and he also made them suffer from this catastrophe, which made the situation even worse!

How can this be worthy of the love of uncles and aunts?

How can you be worthy of Xiaorui's trust and intimacy?

Auntie looked up at Han Ye and shook her head slightly: "You can't be blamed for this, you are also for Xiaorui, they are too bullying, but you should not be too impulsive in the future." You stay at school these days and don't go out, they're hooligans, and they might get you in trouble. ”

Han Ye nodded, cleaned up the messy living room, and silently turned around and walked out.

As soon as he went out, the horse-faced policeman rushed out from behind.

He stood at the door, lit his cigarette, took a puff, as if he saw through Han Ye's intentions, and lightly admonished:

"There are many of them, and they have all practiced kung fu, and many of them are good players, so you better not send them to death. ”

"It's so stuffy in the house, I'm just going out