Chapter 2:Beating The Village Bully

"Ouch, it hurts so bad!" Francis rubbed the back of his head where he had hit it on the bedside table. "Rip!" The sound of tearing clothes reached his ears. Francis turned his head and saw Tribbiani pinning Emily down, tearing her clothes. Anger surged within him. Memories flooded back. This scoundrel knocked him out and continued to violate Emily. If it weren't for the ancestral spirit in his pendant, he might have been killed by Tribbiani. This grudge must be avenged! Francis jumped up from the ground and kicked Tribbiani off the bed, sending him rolling. "Damn it, Francis, you dare hit me?" Tribbiani got up, furious. How could this fool dare hit him? "Yes, I'm hitting you!" Anger boiled in Francis. He rushed at Tribbiani and punched him in the face, knocking him down again, blood streaming from his nose. His speed... so fast? Francis looked at his fist in surprise. But there was no time to think. Seeing Tribbiani getting up again, Francis rushed forward, punching and kicking him until Tribbiani fled from Emily's house, battered and bruised. "Help, the fool Francis is killing me!" Tribbiani ran through the village, shouting. Francis chased after him and kicked him down again, continuing the beating. Hearing the commotion, many villagers came out of their homes and saw Francis beating Tribbiani. "Help, stop this fool! He's lost his mind! He's going to kill me!" Tribbiani howled, covering his head. "Tribbiani, he's just playing with you." "Yeah, look how skinny he is compared to you. You could easily beat him." "He's a fool. You can't bully a fool." The villagers laughed. Tribbiani was the village bully, known for his misdeeds. Seeing him get beaten was a rare delight. Tribbiani was furious. Was he the one bullying Francis? They couldn't see that Francis was beating him! He was also puzzled. How could he not fight back against a fool? "Francis, what are you doing? Stop, stop it!" Francis' mother, Rachel Li, rushed out, terrified to see her son beating Tribbiani. Hearing his mother, Francis stopped. Tribbiani struggled to his feet, pointing at Francis, "Francis, you'll pay for this. This isn't over!" "I'm sorry, my Francis didn't know better. He's a bit... slow. I'm really sorry." Rachel approached Tribbiani, trembling with fear. "Slow? He's not slow at all. He's pretending!" Tribbiani shouted angrily. "Hide and seek, playing hide and seek..." As Tribbiani spoke, Francis' face broke into a familiar silly grin. Seeing Francis' smile, Tribbiani was furious but had to leave, shouting, "This isn't over. I'll get my revenge!" "Rachel, your Francis has angered Tribbiani. What will you do now?" "Francis, how could he act up and beat that bully?" "Maybe someone should talk to Tribbiani. Francis doesn't know what he's doing." After Tribbiani left, the villagers gathered around, offering advice to Rachel. "Alas... We'll see." Rachel sighed deeply, worried. With her husband bedridden, she didn't know what to do. "Francis, let's go home." Rachel took Francis' hand and led him home. Holding his mother's rough hand and seeing her gray hair and stooped figure, Francis was overwhelmed with emotion, his body trembling. In the time he had been foolish, his mother had aged so much. Back at home. "Mom! I'm not slow anymore. I'm back to normal." Francis couldn't hold back any longer and hugged his mother tightly. "Really?" Rachel was stunned, seeing clear eyes instead of a foolish gaze. Tears flowed down her cheeks. "Thank God, Francis, you're okay." They hugged each other. "Mom, where's Dad? Where is he?" Francis asked, eager to share the good news with his father. Rachel sighed. "Your father is lying in bed." "What?" Seeing his mother's sad expression, Francis had a bad feeling and rushed to the bedroom. During his foolish year, he had been unaware of what had happened at home. "Dad!" Seeing his father lying there, pale and emaciated, Francis was struck as if by lightning. Was this really his father, Dracula Wang? The strong, broad-shouldered man he remembered was now a shadow of his former self. Seeing the medical report on the bedside table, Francis picked it up and read it. His mind buzzed. The report showed a blood clot in his father's brain, causing him to be sometimes conscious, sometimes comatose. "Mom, what's wrong with Dad?" Francis asked in a choked voice. "Your father... hurt his head." Rachel's eyes glistened with tears, "The surgery costs 300,000. I had no money and had to bring him home. He's been like this ever since." "How could this happen?" Francis muttered. Seeing the report was from Dongshui People's Hospital, he clenched his fists, "Mom, did Dad get hurt in Dongshui City?" He feared to think further. He was beaten into foolishness in Dongshui City, and now his father was hurt there too! "Was it that bastard Niklaus Yang?" Francis asked through gritted teeth. "Yes." Rachel cried, "You were hurt, so your father went to confront him and got hurt too." "Niklaus Yang!" Francis roared, punching the wall. Cracks spread from the impact, unnoticed by him. Niklaus had harmed his father, too. Seeing Francis' rage, Rachel clutched his arm, "Francis, don't seek revenge. We can't afford to anger those wealthy people. Please, promise me." Rachel was afraid that Francis, now recovered, would rush to confront Niklaus and get hurt again. No revenge? Impossible. But now, he was weak and powerless. It wasn't the time for revenge. The desire for revenge was buried deep, but Francis nodded, "Mom, don't worry. I won't make you worry anymore." Thinking of the ancestral knowledge in his mind, Francis smiled confidently, "And... Mom, I can heal Dad!" With the ancestral knowledge, this injury wasn't difficult. He could use his inner energy to dissolve the blood clot. Just as he was about to start healing his father, the door banged open, and a loud voice echoed through the house. "Francis, Rachel, get out here! Dracula, are you dead? If not, crawl out here!"