Mr. Jing and His Little Husband

Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Taking the Initiative

“An eye for an eye!”

With just a few words, Jing Yi stirred up a sense of adolescent enthusiasm and lofty aspirations among the young men present.

Exactly! Why should we, who run an honest business, endure being beaten? This can’t stand!

“Husband! Why are you teaching them this!” Chuxia was a bit anxious, not because he was afraid of trouble, but because he felt these were half-grown kids. It was the time to instill a sense of right and wrong. If they didn’t learn properly now, what would happen later?

“Xiaxia, don’t worry. Our kids are reasonable and sensible,” Jing Yi reassured Chuxia. These kids are raised right; they won’t go astray.

“You’ve all studied ‘The Analects,’ right? ‘Repay injury with justice, and repay kindness with kindness.'” Jing Yi asked.

“Straightforwardly repay injury and kindly repay kindness!” Chen Jiawen, who had been doing well in his studies, immediately responded.

“We run a legitimate business and haven’t wronged anyone. Today, Big Brother is teaching you, as future men of the family, that you can’t be bullied for no reason, especially when it comes to your family! If someone doesn’t provoke us, we won’t provoke them. But if someone provokes us, even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we will find them!”

This includes the steward of the Liu family, Jing Yi remembers that clearly. He will settle the score slowly.

“Yes, Big Brother!” The three young men shouted so loudly that someone might think some underground organization was going revolutionary.

“Good, calm down, everyone. Jiawen, tell us about yesterday.” Jing Yi gestured for them to keep their voices down.

“Big Brother Jing, Brother Chuxia, yesterday morning, as usual, I went to sell popsicles in the Alley...” Chen Jiawen slowly recounted.

Now that the weather isn’t as hot, popsicles don’t sell as fast as they did in the past two months, but with a bit more effort, the sales are still considerable.

Yesterday morning, Chen Jiawen went to the Yinger Alley as usual. When he was about to leave, there were still about ten popsicles left in the wooden box. He planned to shout and sell them on the way back to the store, and by the time he reached there, they would be almost sold out.

When he was about to leave Yinger Alley, a young man came and said he wanted ten popsicles but needed help delivering them to the store. Chen Jiawen agreed without hesitation, quickly carrying the wooden box and following the man.

But the further they went, the stranger’s behavior became stranger. He turned into a narrow alley, where most houses had walls surrounding their courtyards. Only a few backyard doors opened on this side, and they weren’t frequently used due to their proximity to outhouses, stables, and storage sheds.

Chen Jiawen is quite clever. As soon as he entered the alley, he sensed something was wrong, turned around, and tried to run. However, the remaining three attackers ambushed him and immediately started the fight without wasting words.

Chen Jiawen didn’t back down, but facing eight hands with just his fists, he eventually had to huddle his body to protect his organs and cover his head with both hands.

After the four thugs gradually stopped, the apparent leader said, “Search his pockets; let’s get out of here!”

Two of them went to grab the wooden box and money bag. Chen Jiawen, feeling indignant, held onto the wooden box tightly. However, someone smashed his head with the box, and he fell unconscious.

Later, after the four villains stopped, the apparent leader said, “He fainted just like that? Haha, really can’t take a hit! Open it up and see, why is this kid protecting it so tightly?”

“Brother Dao, it’s the popsicles! Hehe, let’s split the leftovers later!” Thug number one said.

No doubt about it! They’ve finally kicked the iron plate!

The locals joyfully closed their doors and windows, went to bed contentedly, looking forward to another beautiful day tomorrow.

In the evening, Jing gathered his troops, including Steward Tong, Jing Ming, Jing Renhe, Jing Renyi, and three young lads. Then, serendipitously, Jing Feng and the sturdy lad Lin Xinsheng insisted on joining. In total, ten people.

Most were strong, tall men, and the few young teenagers were already as sturdy as young men. To deal with the men under “Brother Dao,” they were more than enough.

When night fell, the operation began.

Jing took the lead, showcasing his impeccable skills. Running, supporting, and leaping, he effortlessly scaled the courtyard wall. Silently opening the courtyard gate from the inside, he waited for the others to enter. Once everyone was inside, Steward Tong carefully closed the door, securing the latch.

Steward Tong: ‘The master instructed not to let anyone escape.’

Jing carefully observed the people in the courtyard and inside the house. Seeing “Brother Dao” and his gang drinking in the main room, he thought it would be effortless. Signaling the others, they charged inside.

Being cautious due to the weapon control in Da Yuan, each of them carried a wooden stick for self-defense. Before the operation, they emphasized the primary task – ensuring their own “Don’t just stand there. As discussed before, everyone take action. Two of you, come over and help me tie him up!” Jing stepped on Brother Dao’s shoulder, not bothering to look back as he instructed.

This command awakened the remaining thugs, and they began picking up whatever they could find to resist. However, Jing Yi’s group was well-prepared. Although Jing Yi himself was safety comes first.

“Bang!” The dilapidated wooden door of the main room was kicked open and crashed down.

“Who’s there?!” The drunken thugs inside the room squinted and looked towards the sound.

“It’s me, your grandpa!” Dongshan and Xiao An followed behind Jing Yi and Steward Tong, entering like two monkeys. Upon hearing the questions, they quickly and simultaneously replied, having heard enough stories.

At this moment, Jing Yi was a man of action, few words but leading the way. He quickly reached the leader of the thugs, throwing powerful punches, each one more forceful than the last.

Brother Dao was already slightly drunk, and the successive heavy punches confused him. Initially resisting, he soon couldn’t hold his ground, staggering backward until he was sent flying.

Jing Yi efficiently dealt with the leader. Front and back, not even ten seconds had passed. Not to mention the remaining four thugs were dumbfounded; even their allies were somewhat stunned.

But quickly recovering, every man admired Jing Yi for swiftly subduing the opponent.

barehanded, the others came armed.

While the fight lacked any formal technique, the numerical advantage ensured they easily subdued the enemies. Each person had some injuries except for Jing Yi.

After the scuffle, the four thugs were tied up. Jing Yi kicked one of them down next to Brother Dao. His three younger brothers imitated him, creating a pile with the remaining thugs.

Now it was time for the interrogation. Xiao An cleverly brought a chair for Jing Yi and even wiped it with his sleeve, flattering, “Big Brother, please have a seat.”

Jing Yi glanced at his second brother inexplicably, wondering what kind of flattery this was.

Little did he know that the men present were quite impressed by the spectacular and swift fighting scenes just witnessed.