"Don't come any closer!"
Zhang San returned just in time to see the mother and daughter huddled in a corner, resisting!
His blood pressure shot up.
"Fuck you! Stop pointing at my wife!"
Zhang San grabbed one person in each hand and threw a married couple out of the dormitory,
then kicked the young man who had pressed closest to his wife and daughter.
Bang!
The young man slammed hard into the dormitory's sheet-metal wall.
"Urgh! Ah..."
After a dull thud, the young man rolled in the corner, blood spraying from his mouth.
His mother and grandfather tried to come help, but Zhang San fixed them with a fierce glare!
They were immediately too frightened to approach.
"Y-you! Why are you hitting people? Can't we talk this out? We didn't even do anything to you!"
The middle-aged woman planted her hands on her hips to bolster her courage, then shouted loudly, putting on a fierce front.
Outside, the young couple Zhang San had thrown out lay on the ground, not daring to make a sound. They might have done something stupid, but they understood the kind of strength it took to grab a full-grown person with one hand and throw them out.
It was certainly nothing they could stand up to!
They exchanged a glance, saw the horror in each other's eyes, and spoke in unison:
"A Superhuman?!"
Inside, Zhao Min stared in disbelief at her husband, who once again looked like a young man in his twenties.
Their daughter called softly, "Daddy?"
Zhang San glanced at the roommates he had subdued in a few moves and snorted. "Hmph! Come on, we're going to Home No. 1. We're not living here anymore!"
The three left just like that and went straight to Home No. 1, to Zhang San's new home.