Strongest Guard

Even though Old Lady Lin was over a hundred years old, she was in pretty good health.    

    

The walking stick she used was from the Solid Wood.    

    

Rather than being used to help with the walking, it was more appropriate to say that they were here to show off their identity.    

    

The 'General of the Yang Family' that was written in Matriarch He's evaluation book, wasn't she just using this walking stick with a dragon's head to go to the Golden Hall and meet the emperor?    

    

Therefore, the crutch that Old Lady Lin had thrown was quite powerful.    

    

All of a sudden, the back of Lee Nanfang's head was smashed open.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Chiang Morann screamed and pulled his arm to dodge backwards.    

    

Lee Nanfang did not move.    

    

When Old Lady Lin angrily swung her walking stick at him, of course he could dodge, but he didn't.    

    

He felt that it wouldn't be a big deal to be smashed a few times by an old lady of such an age. He just treated it as coaxing her to be happy.    

    

Although it was a bit painful.    

    

Lee Nanfang's "filial piety" did not gain Old Lady Lin's good impression. Seeing that he was still bent over, allowing her to hit him without any intention of dodging, Lee Nanfang became even angrier. He simply grabbed his walking stick and smashed it with all his strength.    

    

Peng, peng, peng. Lee Nanfang's head was smashed like a wooden fish. Almost every hit was done with all of his strength.    

    

A dozen or so times later, blood started dripping from Lee Nanfang's chin.    

    

He still didn't move.    

    

He was using actual actions to show the world that he, Lee Nanfang, was not the kind of person who did not know good from bad.    

    

Chiang Morann understood what he was thinking about. She let go of his hand and dropped to her knees, begging Old Lady Lin to stop hitting him.    

    

"I heard my good grandson say that it was all because you, this coquettish fox, seduced him, causing him to be bullied by this damned bastard." "Go to hell."    

    

Old Lady Lin cursed angrily as she raised her walking stick and viciously swung it at Chiang Morann.    

    

"No!"    

    

the little horse shrieked in alarm.    

    

But why would Old Lady Lin care about that?    

    

With a loud bang, the Dragon-Headed Cane viciously smashed into a head.    

    

Lee Nanfang's head.    

    

With his great principle of respecting the elderly, he was willing to be smashed by Old Lady Lin. However, he didn't want to suffer this unfair treatment as an absolute victim.    

    

If Chiang Morann was also smashed by Old Lady Lin, Lee Nanfang would suspect that his wife had instigated his filial piety since childhood, which would be considered an offense to his wife.    

    

He didn't want to offend his mistress, so he could only stretch out his head "just in time" when the walking stick was about to hit Chiang Morann.    

    

A hundred year old man, no matter how strong he was, how strong could he be?    

    

He allowed her to hit him with her strength, but that was only for around ten more times. It wasn't a big deal.    

    

Could it be that the crutch that Old Lady Lin smashed onto Lee Nanfang's head was already spent?    

    

"Fight, fight. In any case, every time you smash my head, I will remember it as your good grandson and return it several times."    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even need to look to know which angle Old Lady Lin was going to attack Chiang Morann with just the sound of her walking stick. Lee Nanfang would immediately stretch out his head and catch the walking stick.    

    

Good, what a strange scene.    

    

A silver-haired old lady waved her red Solid Wood crutch and smashed a young man's head. A sexy young lady was kneeling on the ground, hugging a man's leg and crying bitterly.    

    

No one spoke, no one tried to dissuade him. All of them stared at this bizarre scene.    

    

Fresh blood continuously dripped down from the young man's chin onto the white tiles beneath his feet. It was like a plum blossoming in the snow, and it was a shocking red.    

    

Some people could no longer bear to look. They either lowered their heads, or looked away.    

    

Some of them had pensive looks on their faces as they reassessed Lee Nanfang, the peddler.    

    

Some of them even felt like smashing Lee Nanfang's head with their walking sticks.    

    

"Are, are you all wood?"    

    

Old Lady Lin was out of breath, she placed her cane on Lee Nanfang's shoulder, turned around and shouted angrily at Mrs. Lin: "Don't tell me, you want to tire me to death? Come here and help me smash this damned head of mine to pieces. Like a rotten watermelon, if there's even the slightest bit of a complete place, then from now on, you don't even have to mention my Lin Family's people! "    

    

Old Lady Lin was a typical guy who could protect his family, but she didn't care much about her daughter-in-law. Therefore, she would rather scold Mrs. Lin than order the Liu siblings around.    

    

Mrs. Lin was also very afraid of Old Lady Lin. She quickly responded with an "oh" and grabbed the walking stick with both hands.    

    

Since Old Lady Lin had clearly said that she was going to smash Lee Nanfang's head into pieces, then even though Mrs. Lin was afraid of blood, she still had to listen to her elder and promise not to give up until Lee Nanfang's head was smashed out of his brain.    

    

Old Lady Lin was wrong.    

    

Mrs. Lin, who didn't know what was good for her, was on the verge of losing face.    

    

Duan Chuhuang and the rest thought so when they saw Mrs. Lin lift up her walking stick.    

    

They were already deeply suspecting whether the dignity of an aristocratic group, including the people from Lin Family, was worth it for them to spare no effort to protect.    

    

Regardless of whether Lee Nanfang was right or wrong when beating up Lin Kangbai, he had already made a gesture that shocked all the nobles in front of Old Lady Lin. That was the true demeanor of a nobleman.    

    

Compared to him, the people from Lin Family were more like those useless clowns.    

    

Lee Nanfang was willing to be ruthlessly abused by Old Lady Lin because he respected her age and not because her surname was Lin!    

    

However, was Mrs. Lin's age worthy of Lee Nanfang's respect? Was she willing to have her brains smashed into pulp?    

    

Certainly not worth it.    

    

Many of the people present had already seen through this simple reasoning. However, Mrs. Lin had thought that Lee Nanfang was' repaying the crime with his own life 'and had decided to go up on the battlefield. This was clearly an act of humiliation.    

    

Duan Chuhuang even saw a sneer appear on the corner of Lee Nanfang's mouth, whose face was covered in blood.    

    

Ye Zichen shook his head, looked at Holan Fusu and nodded.    

    

Holan Fusu also nodded his head to show that he understood his intention and showed a grateful expression.    

    

Duan Chuhuang, supporting Holan Fusu and Lin Family to break off the engagement.    

    

For core disciples with Dali, no matter what kind of support Holan Fusu had, the probability of success would greatly increase.    

    

"Go to hell!"    

    

Mrs. Lin, who was holding the walking stick with both of her hands, let out a scream that sounded like she was about to arrive, smashing the walking stick towards the back of Lee Nanfang's head.    

    

"Nanfang!"    

    

Amidst Chiang Morann's miserable screams, Lee Nanfang, who had had enough, finally made his move. No, he had moved his foot.    

    

It was as if he had kicked away a certain delinquent, his foot landing on Mrs. Lin's lower abdomen.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Mrs. Lin screamed pitifully as she flew backwards, throwing out her walking stick as well.    

    

The people at the back hurriedly moved out of the way, afraid that they would delay Mrs. Lin's landing.    

    

With a loud bang, Mrs. Lin landed heavily on the ground and slid far away along the smooth floor tiles.    

    

"Mom!"    

    

The Liu siblings turned pale with fright and hurried over to help Mrs. Lin.    

    

On the other hand, Old Lady Lin flew into a rage as she shouted, "You're rebelling, you son of a b * tch! Someone who dares to hit my Lin Family in front of me! "    

    

Dingdang, the elevator door opened and a cold yet gentle female voice came out: "In front of you, what happened to the person who hit your Lin Family?"    

    

Today was a strange day, as people continued to appear on stage in the most brilliant scenes.    

    

First, it was Deputy Director Wang who fainted, then Duan Chuhuang, then Mrs. Lin, mother and daughter, Mrs. Jinghong, then Old Lady Lin, and now another woman.    

    

Who was that person?    

    

And why would he dare to talk to Old Lady Lin in such a manner?    

    

Don't you know that Old Lady Lin is the leader of the aristocracy?    

    

Jinghong Ming's wife doesn't even dare to offend him, so why do you say that?    

    

Everyone looked towards the elevator in unison, wanting to see who it was.    

    

Holan Fusu and Duan Chuhuang, on the other hand, didn't even need to look to know who was coming just from the voice alone.    

    

Hua Yeshen.    

    

In the world, besides the owner of the Seven Stars Club, Hua Yeshen, no one else could speak in such a dignified and cold voice.    

    

There was a raucous etiology in her voice — it was a serious illness indeed.    

    

If it wasn't for the fact that Duan Chuhuang, Mrs. Jinghong, and the others were at loggerheads, she would never have shown her face.    

    

But why would she say that?    

    

The deaf could also hear that she was one hundred percent on Lee Nanfang's side, going against Lin Family.    

    

What was the relationship between her and Lee Nanfang?    

    

When Duan Chuhuang and the rest thought of this, Lee Muchen, who was standing in the crowd watching the show, slightly frowned.    

    

"Who are you?"    

    

Old Lady Lin, who was at such a young age, could actually turn around and stare fiercely at Hua Yeshen, who had just walked out of the elevator.    

    

Hua Yeshen had been helped out by Secretary Bai, so her steps were light.    

    

Holan Fusu's heart was in pain the moment he saw her.    

    

She had painstakingly pursued him for so many years. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a Night Tiger and was absolutely unsuitable to marry into Helan Family, Holan Fusu would have been foolish and reject her request.    

    

He wasn't a stone-hearted person, so how could he not feel sorry when he saw how Hua Yeshen, who had once been incomparably dignified and beautiful like a peony, now looked so haggard that she looked like a willow in the early winter?    

    

If he wasn't familiar with Sister Shen's voice, Holan Fusu would never believe that the woman in the black qipao that looked like a scarecrow who was being blown away by the wind would look back at the bewitching Hua Yeshen.    

    

However, even if his heart ached, so what?    

    

Every woman could only be pitied by a man.    

    

And he, was not that man.    

    

Therefore, like Duan Chuhuang, he could only look at her in surprise before shifting his gaze away.    

    

"I'm Hua Yeshen, the boss of Seven Stars Club."    

    

Hua Yeshen lightly said, gently pulling away from Secretary Bai's support, and slightly bent over to face the crowd, saying apologetically: "I'm sorry, it's my responsibility for something like this to happen on Seven Stars Club. Here, I'll apologize to everyone. "    

    

Other than Old Lady Lin, Lee Nanfang, and a limited number of others, no one dared to act arrogantly in front of Hua Yeshen. All of them returned the salute, saying that it was fine.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

But the crutch had already been thrown far away by Mrs. Lin, causing her to lose her ability to cooperate with the prop. She felt her dignity disappearing, and her heart became even more unsettled: "You're the boss of Seven Stars Club, so what if you're Hua Yeshen? Just now, you touched a single hair on my Lin Family person in front of me.    

    

"Old madam, I won't touch a single hair on your Lin Family person."    

    

Hua Yeshen smiled.    

    

Even though she was in a very bad condition, Hua Yeshen's smile was still as beautiful as the first rays of the morning sun after a snowstorm.    

    

"Hehe, even you wouldn't dare."    

    

Just as Old Lady Lin finished laughing, Hua Yeshen turned her head to instruct the Internal Protection's Division Chief. With a cold voice, she said, "Section Chief Niu, break Lin Kangbai's right leg for me and throw out the Seven Stars Club."    

    

"What?"    

    

Section Chief Niu was confused and asked subconsciously.    

    

Not only was he stunned, but were the others not as well?    

    

You just said that you won't touch a single hair on the Lin Family people.    

    

Now, he instructed Section Chief Niu to break Lin Kangbai's right leg and throw him out of the club.    

    

This wasn't touching a hair on Young Master Lin's head — oh, I see. You only said that you couldn't touch a hair on Young Master Lin's head, but you could break his right leg!