Comfort, Don't Be Angry, Don't Be Angry

The drunk man picked up the hammer from the fish stall at the side and looked like he was about to be ruthless to the woman.

The commoners at the side were all exclaiming and dissuading him, "Hurry up and report to the officials! This person is going to kill!"

The drunk man raised his hand high and was about to smash the hammer down.

A figure in black quickly stepped forward, raised his boot, and kicked the drunk man in the chest.

Ye Siming used 70% of his strength in this kick.

The drunk man was sent flying like an arrow leaving a bow, falling into a weaponsmith's shop.

His butt almost hit the hot furnace!

He couldn't get up and wailed in pain, "Help! Someone wants to kill me! Quickly help me report this to the officials!"

The commoners who were watching just now despised him.

"Pfft! You still have the cheek to call for help. If not for this young master, your wife would have been beaten to death by you! You're very bad!"