บท 3: Chapter 3 How Dare She?
The revealing spring scenery of the two women undoubtedly further stimulated Zhou Mazi and his two companions.
The lecherous light in their eyes intensified, and their hands became even more violent.
Seeing that she couldn't break free, Zheng Cailian shouted desperately, "You... let me go, I... I'm on my period!"
"Fuck, stop bullshitting me, it doesn't matter if you're on your period or even menopausal, I'll do it all the same!"
"You!"
Anger reddened Zheng Cailian's eyes, and in desperation, she grabbed Zhou Mazi's face, instantly leaving several bloody scratches.
Zhou Mazi flew into a rage and, without thinking, slapped her across the face.
"Damn it, a little widow with no one to rely on dares to play the virtuous woman, are you looking down on me?"
Zhou Mazi roared, and with a pounce, threw Zheng Cailian to the ground, beginning to grope her ferociously.
Su Lin wasn't faring any better; her large bamboo basket had already been taken off, and her hands and feet were firmly controlled by Zhou Mazi's two underlings, with her clothes being torn off more and more.
Just as the two women were about to be completely disrobed, a chilling voice suddenly rang out.
"A few grown men bullying two weak women, you really are as low as dogs!"
"Who's there!"
Wang Hao walked out of the house.
In fact, he had wanted to save the two women for a while, but his clothes had all been taken off by Zheng Cailian. Fortunately, there were a few items of men's clothing in the wardrobe that belonged to Zheng Cailian's husband, so after getting dressed, he appeared just in time.
"And who might this be? If it isn't Chen Village's college student Wang Hao. What, you want to meddle in my business?"
Zhou Mazi recognized Wang Hao, the corners of his mouth lifting in a cold sneer filled with warning.
"Scram!"
Wang Hao uttered the word indifferently.
"Fuck! Kill that bastard for me!"
Zhou Mazi immediately flew into a fury, signaling his underlings, and charged at Wang Hao first.
Wang Hao wasn't intimidated. Even though Zhou Mazi and his men were burly, he didn't just eat veggies.
As the three of them were about to hit him, he deftly sidestepped, avoiding the attack.
Then, he clenched his fist tightly and smashed it hard into Zhou Mazi.
Boom!
With his punch, a golden dragon shadow suddenly appeared on his fist.
Accompanied by a dragon's roar, it hit Zhou Mazi squarely in the chest.
"Bang!"
Zhou Mazi felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, his entire body shattered, and he was thrown violently through the air.
He flew five or six meters away before crashing heavily to the ground.
Instantly, a sweet taste in his throat, he spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Ah, this..."
Wang Hao was dumbfounded; he had never expected a single punch could send Zhou Mazi, notorious for his viciousness in a fight, flying.
And that dragon shadow, what was that all about?
Seeing their boss get taken out in a second, Zhou Mazi's two underlings were already scared witless. They stood there, neither fighting nor fleeing, a comical sight.
"If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here!"
With a cold sweep of his eyes, Wang Hao made the two underlings yelp in fear and, picking up Zhou Mazi, they ran off as if their lives depended on it.
However, just before they left the room, Zhou Mazi gave Wang Hao a vicious glare.
"You little fucker, just you wait!"
Wang Hao didn't pursue them. Seeing the two women arranging their clothes, he went to help Su Lin gather the wild goods that had fallen from her basket, as well as the wild ginseng.
The wild ginseng had broken during the scuffle earlier, but as Wang Hao picked it up, a green dragon shadow suddenly shot out from his hand, heading straight for the break in the ginseng.
Immediately after, the break began to close at a visibly rapid pace!
In a matter of breaths, the broken part was healed by nearly a third.
"..."
This series of strange events left Wang Hao increasingly bewildered.
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he fiercely lifted his clothes.
In an instant, he realized that the green dragon tattoo on his left chest had vanished.
As expected!
Upon seeing this, Wang Hao became even more certain of his thoughts.
Combining everything that had happened, he was convinced that when he was fighting Zhou Mazi, the golden dragon tattoo on his body had granted him immense strength.
When he picked up the wild ginseng, the green dragon tattoo on his body had given him a powerful vitality.
And now, with seven other colored dragon tattoos on his body, what could they possibly grant him?
"Good fortunes come after surviving great disasters, this saying is indeed profound!"
Unable to figure out the reason, Wang Hao planned to continue repairing the wild ginseng, but in less than five seconds, the green dragon shadow returned to his chest, remaining indifferent to his calls.
With no other choice, Wang Hao had to abandon the idea and turned his attention to the two women.
"Are you both alright?"
"We're fine."
"I'm okay too."
Both women shook their heads at the same time, their beautiful eyes sparkling with fascination as they looked at Wang Hao.
Feeling the carnivorous gaze from the two women, Wang Hao shuddered and, after giving a greeting, hurried home.
By the time he got home, it was after ten at night.
From a distance, he could see his mother, Huang Yufen, standing at the courtyard door.
She was wrapped in a coat, repeatedly rubbing her arms, her eyes filled with worry.
Upon seeing Wang Hao's figure, her face lit up with joy, but soon turned stern.
"You little rascal, where have you been messing around again? You still know how to come home?"
"Mom, I was just helping Sister Cailian and younger sister Su Lin with some work and got a bit delayed," Wang Hao said, scratching his head with a sheepish smile.
"You can't even finish your own chores, yet you have the spare time to help others. I really don't know what to say to you!"
Huang Yufen scolded, "We worked hard to put you through college, hoping you would make something of yourself in the city. But what do you do? You claim it's hard to find work in the city and come back to the village with your diploma. You haven't even helped out with the family's work these days!"
This time, Wang Hao didn't respond. He knew that his choices had indeed failed his parents' expectations and felt deeply guilty.
"Alright, alright, it's late. Just keep it down and let the kid wash up and go to bed," Wang Dazhu said from inside, coming to Wang Hao's rescue.
Wang Hao, feeling like he had been granted amnesty, took a change of clothes and quickly dashed into the bathroom.
But in his heart, he silently vowed that having gained a fortunate encounter today, he would definitely make something of himself in the future to give his parents a better life.
After taking a shower, Wang Hao planned to return to his room to examine the Nine Dragon Tattoos.
However, as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he faintly heard the sound of sobbing.
"Who's crying outside this late at night?"
Wang Hao muttered to himself, then opened the courtyard door and walked out.
Soon, he saw a woman leaning against the trunk of a locust tree.
The woman was petite, with long black hair done up in a bun at the back of her head, revealing a delicate face.
Through the moonlight, he could see that the expression on her face was quite eventful.
It was a mix of shame, pain, discomfort, and yet... enjoyment...
As she continuously bit her cherry lips, her body twisted and turned.
Especially her slim and long legs, crossing over each other in an odd posture.
Wang Hao unconsciously moved a bit closer, and upon clearly seeing the scene in front of him, his mind went blank.
The woman in front of him was none other than his cousin's wife, Feng Man.
At that moment, aside from a small camisole, she was not wearing anything else.
"Boom!"
Even someone as slow-witted as Wang Hao understood what his cousin's wife was up to.
He swallowed hard; he never imagined that his cousin's wife, always so gentle and virtuous, would be out in the village half-naked so late at night.
She... How could she dare?
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