If anyone else had been there today, they’d probably be scared half to death, but Rong Yan remained extraordinarily calm, even though the knife tip was nearly touching her face, her eyes didn’t even blink.
She quickly twisted the wrist of the man in black, breaking it.
The small knife in the man’s hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and he let out a shout of pain due to the agony.
The other two men outside heard this and knew something had gone wrong, so they hastily ran over.
But before they could enter the house, Rong Yan threw a chair she had grabbed at random toward the two of them.
"...ah..." One of them was unfortunate, the chair hit him squarely.
While the other dodged to the side, just missing it.
Before he could steady himself to check the situation, he saw another chair coming toward him... damn, it was fierce, as he didn’t dodge it and it hit his face.
"Ow..." a shrill scream pierced through the night.
The three grown men hadn’t even done anything yet and all were already defeated, which really wasn’t a good start.
Wenming had not smoked much, and with these shrill screams, he was immediately jolted awake.
After he opened his eyes, the screaming continued.
Suddenly, his mind, which had still been somewhat groggy... now was fully alert.
He pushed his wife beside him twice but couldn’t wake her up, realizing it was not normal.
Without time to think further and not bothering to wake her, he quickly got up and rushed outside.
Then he saw the three men thrown out one after the other.
This truly shocked him... and also broke him out in a cold sweat.
He wanted to rush in to check on his daughter, but just as he stepped forward, he saw his daughter walking out of the house.
So he hurriedly asked, "Yanyan, how are you? Are you all right?"
"Dad, I’m fine," Rong Yan lifted her chin slightly, "The problem is with them."
Hearing his daughter say she was fine, Wenming still thoroughly checked her over to make sure there were no injuries, only then did he feel relieved.
Then he turned to look at the three men lying on the ground trying to get up.
His anger soared to the extreme.
He quickly charged at them... and started throwing punches at the three men...
The men, already injured, were now unable to fight back against Wenming’s punches, after all, Wenming had been a soldier in his early years.
His health had mostly been restored over the past six months through his daughter’s care with good medicines and medicinal meals, plus his daily morning exercises.
His punches now were fierce and precise...
There was no helping it; he was just too angry.
He couldn’t even imagine what might have happened to his daughter.
"...ah, stop, stop... stop hitting..."
The three men being hammered cried out in pain.
What the hell does this father and daughter do?
Why is each more ferocious than the last?
Damn, it really hurts... if this continues, they really felt like they were going to be crippled.
Wenming wasn’t about to stop, his fists kept flying at them, determined to beat the crap out of them...
Seeing that her dad had the situation under control with the three men, Rong Yan didn’t bother anymore.
She headed straight for Qin Mei’s room.
The window of the room where the little girl was sleeping was open, plus the thief who came first had been smoking in there.

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