"Dad! Why did you hit me?" Chen Weimin's head buzzed loudly as he held his right cheek, eyes wide, staring at his father.
"Why did I hit you? Don't you have the slightest idea yourself?" The Great Witch was furious beyond measure. Seeing that Chen Weimin's left cheek was unguarded, he swung his hand, aiming for another slap.
But before the hand could land, he let out a howl himself. His injured right hand was completely immobile.
Angrily, the Great Witch lifted his leg, ready to kick Chen Weimin, but villagers rushed forward and stopped him.
"Grandpa Chen, stop it! If that kick lands, it might actually kill someone!"
"Grandpa, calm down first. Hurry and see the Great Doctor. If your hand ends up crippled, how will the altar construction be handled?"
The villagers chimed in one after another, but they couldn't persuade Grandpa Chen. He stood up stubbornly and delivered another kick toward Chen Weimin lying on the ground.
