Who Gave You the Guts!

Du Ping sighed and said in a mocking tone,

"Your parents sold their house, so of course they're homeless."

"They've been living in the abandoned old house every day."

"Oh my, I heard the old house is being demolished today. They won't get crushed to death inside, will they?"

When Ye Tian heard this, his heart felt as if it were being cut by knives. He turned and raced toward the old house.

From a distance, he saw an excavator tearing down the wall around the old house.

A group of young men stood nearby, cigarettes between their lips as they puffed clouds of smoke, their manner arrogant.

"Stop! Please, I'm begging you to stop!"

A gray-haired woman pleaded desperately with the man in the floral shirt leading them.

"There's still someone inside!"

"Please, leave us a way to live!"

The man in the floral shirt blew a smoke ring in the woman's face and said defiantly,

"You think we'll stop just because you say so?"

"Get lost!"

With that, he shoved the woman hard, knocking her to the ground.

One of the villagers watching could no longer stand by and stepped forward.

"Young man, stop the demolition."

"Her husband is in a vegetative state. The two of them depend on this old house for shelter."

"If you tear it down, how are they supposed to live?"

The man in the floral shirt glared at the villager, pointed at him, and said arrogantly,

"None of your damn business!"

"Open your mouth again, and I'll tear your house down too!"

The villager's face changed at once, fear showing in his expression.

He lowered his head and sighed inwardly, too afraid to speak again.

The excavator knocked down the wall and headed toward the old house.

The woman was alarmed and terrified, and panic seized her.

She sprang to her feet and staggered into the excavator's path.

She stretched out both hands, blocking its way.

At the top of her lungs, she cried out hoarsely,

"This old house belongs to our family! You can't tear it down!"

The man in the floral shirt glared, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, and strode toward the woman, cursing.

Behind him, a group of swaggering, head-bobbing thugs immediately followed, looking ready for a fight.

"You old hag, are you fucking looking to die?"

"Get out of my way!"

The man in the floral shirt glared fiercely at the woman and shouted at her.

Her face covered in tears, the woman shook her head and pleaded in anguish,

"Young man, I'm begging you, please."

"If you tear this place down, we'll be out on the streets."

"You're driving us to our deaths!"

The man's eyes turned cold, and he said through gritted teeth,

"Fuck, what do I give a damn whether you live or die?"

"If you don't get out of the way, believe it or not, I'll have you killed right now."

Despair filled the woman's face as she said indignantly,

"You're bullying us too far!"

"This old house is my home! What gives you the right to tear it down?"

"Today, I'm standing right here."

"If you want to tear it down, you'll have to run me over first!"

The man in the floral shirt flew into a rage. Pointing at the woman, he raised his chin and said arrogantly,

"You old hag!"

"Think I don't dare?"

"You want to die, is that it?"

"Fine, I'll fucking grant your wish!"

With that, he shouted at the excavator driver,

"Run her over!"

"If she dies, I'll take responsibility!"

When the excavator driver heard this, a vicious smirk flashed in his eyes, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Then he slammed his foot on the accelerator.

The excavator started up at once and bore down on the woman.

The watching villagers' faces turned deathly pale.

They hurriedly closed their eyes or turned their heads away, unable to bear watching.

Terror appeared on the woman's face.

Yet she refused to budge an inch.

Even if she died, she couldn't let them hurt her loved one inside the old house!

The excavator was just about to hit her.

The woman had already closed her eyes, waiting for death in despair.

But just then, an angry roar exploded like a thunderclap.

"Who gave you the guts!"

Bang!

As the words rang out, a figure shot forward as fast as lightning.

He leaped up and kicked the excavator.

Boom!

The excavator, weighing dozens of tons, tipped straight onto its side, crashing down in a cloud of dust.

The people around it were so stunned they couldn't close their mouths.

Holy shit, how much strength did that take? Was he even human?

Thud!

As the crowd stood in shock, the newcomer dropped to his knees before the woman.

His voice hoarse and filled with endless grief, he choked out,

"Mom!"

"Your unfilial son has come home!"