Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 115 - 112 Super Awesome

As Rong Manman hoped that her father would also beat Long Yan’s face to a pulp, she was once again disappointed.

Her father was actually kicked away by Rong Yan.

And he landed not far from her, the dust raised from his landing covering her face.

Stunned, she was sure that Rong Yan did it on purpose.

Otherwise, why would he kick specifically in her direction?

Everyone was shocked; they hadn’t anticipated that Rong Yan would dare to strike her second uncle.

If Grandma Rong was angry before, now she was furious.

Since her eldest son drifted away from her over twenty years ago, this second son had been the apple of her eye.

Her three grandsons were also her pride and joy.

Now, two of her beloved grandsons had been beaten.

This was absolutely intolerable for her.

"Rong Yan, you’re completely disrespectful, just like your mother... What do you think you’re doing?"

This world’s mother, whether in appearance, personality, or temperament . . . was just like her prematurely deceased biological mother in the modern world.

Rong Yan definitely saw this mother as a lost-and-regained biological mother and would not allow anyone to say anything bad about her.

She was originally here to cause trouble, and now she had even less restraint or politeness.

She didn’t waste many words, smoothly picked up the hoe by the door, and hurled it directly at the house’s glass window . . . with a crash, the glass shattered.

Rong Wenze, seeing the broken window, felt like he was going to pass out.

You should know, when the glass window was installed, he had spent quite a bit of money.

This break would cost a fortune!

"Rong Yan, have you gone mad? Why are you smashing my house?" Rong Quansheng was furious, not having taken enough lessons from his father and brother, he rushed straight at her.

Seeing his youngest son charge forward, Rong Wenze hurriedly called out to his eldest son, "Quan Kun, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and help your younger brother."

With the house ruined like this by Rong Yan, he now had no more face to lose.

If he could, he himself would want to charge over again.

If one person couldn’t beat that wretched girl, surely so many of them could, couldn’t they?

Prodded by his own father’s shout, Quan Kun quickly turned around and then directly charged . . .

Watching the two men rushing at her, Rong Yan sneered coldly . . . she first kicked away the bigger one.

The other was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by her.

The only members of the Rong Family still standing were Grandma Rong, who was almost fainting from anger, the disbelieving Rong Zhen, and . . . the terrified Rong Manman.

She didn’t know what Rong Yan had gone through in the countryside these past two years? Why had she become so formidable? And why was her ferocity so great; could it be from hard labor?

Now, she no longer wanted to watch the drama here; she wanted to escape from this place.

Her own father and three brothers . . . four grown men couldn’t beat Rong Yan.

So, her slender arms and legs stood even less of a chance against Rong Yan.

Most importantly, she had a grudge against Rong Yan!

The reason Rong Yan went to the countryside two years ago . . . that was her doing, she secretly arranged it without telling Rong Yan or her uncle’s family, by getting a close friend to sign Rong Yan up for the rural work.

Once the registration was successful, Rong Yan was bound to go to the countryside.

And she herself quickly found a job, thus avoiding going to the countryside.

Now, Rong Yan had become formidable, and it was time for her to settle the accounts.

Thinking this, she began to retreat, trying to minimize her presence so Rong Yan wouldn’t notice her.

"Stop . . . stop now . . ." Grandma Rong, watching this scene, felt she might die of anger any moment.

At this time, the combat effectiveness of Rong Yan was off the charts, and Rong Quansheng was truly miserable . . . he cried out in pain, unable to fight back at all.

Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, the cowering man could only beg for mercy: "Rong Yan, I am your cousin . . . "

Rong Yan sneered coldly, throwing a punch, "To hell with being cousins . . . "

Yu Suhui, who was initially tidying clothes in Grandma Rong’s room, rushed out to the courtyard the moment she heard her son’s cries of pain.

Seeing Rong Yan brutally beating her third son on the ground, her head buzzed.

With a roar that filled the sky, she shouted: "Rong Yan, you little bitch, how dare you hit my son . . . I’ll fight you . . . "

Rong Yan looked up at the person charging at her and couldn’t help but sneer, ’Perfect timing.’

In this family, they were almost all villains. Except for not hitting Grandma Rong, she had no reservations about the others.

Today, she would make them so afraid that they’d take a detour upon seeing her in the future.

After kicking Rong Quansheng again, she then pinned this aunt to the ground and started beating her . . .

Rong Zhen: . . .

Damn it — she was so scared she covered her mouth with her hand.

Her cousin had beaten up her uncle’s entire family like this . . . she was even less able to take the beating.

Could this niece, who in these two years managed to become even more formidable than her mother, Ms. Teng, possibly be withstood by others?

She hid behind Grandma Rong.

Surely Rong Yan wouldn’t dare to hit Grandma too, right?

After beating Yu Suhui to the point of begging for mercy, Rong Yan then stopped and slowly walked towards Rong Manman.

Rong Manman, seeing this fierce demon approaching, was on the verge of breaking down, guessing correctly all along.