Li Qing's eyes reddened; he charged into the chaotic crowd like a frenzied, vicious wolf.
Forgetting the injuries on his body, he grabbed the women who were tearing at Yu Lan, punching and kicking until he forced them back and stood firmly in front of her, shielding her suddenly exposed, delicate shoulders.
"What are you all doing? When Hu Youyu was committing all sorts of evil, each of you bore it in silence like turtles shrinking into their shells, not even daring to let out a peep. Now that Hu Youyu is locked up, you turn around and bully a widow and her child. Do you find that amusing?" Li Qing roared angrily.
"That woman is no good either, always parading around all dressed up, turning the heads of all the men in the village, young and old. If this were the old days, she'd be nothing but a Su Daji, who brought calamity upon the nation!"
A woman with a waist as big as a barrel and a face full of flabby flesh was hopping mad and cursing aloud.