In his previous life, Zhou Dazhui stole his woman and caused his family to be destroyed; in this life, this bastard dared to step on his hard work?

Chen Changyuan clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. He wished he could rush up and pin Zhou Dazhu to the ground and beat him half to death.

But he held back. What a hunter needs most is patience. He wanted Zhou Dazhu to reveal his true colors more thoroughly.

At the same time, on the small road at the entrance of the village, An Caicai was hiding behind an old locust tree, holding an old walkie-talkie in her hand, her eyes fixed on the suspicious bicycle in the distance.

A bicycle was parked on the side of the road. The owner was a thin man wearing a tattered straw hat. He lowered his head to smoke a cigarette, but his eyes kept glancing towards the village.

An Caicai frowned. She had seen this man before. He was the guy who was hanging around outside the village a few days ago.

She whispered into the intercom, "Chang Chen Changyuan, the bicycle is still at the village entrance. The owner hasn't left. He's probably waiting for a signal."

Chen Changyuan's deep voice came from the intercom: "Keep an eye on him, don't alert the enemy. I've already spotted Zhou Dazhu over here. This bastard can't sit still and is heading towards the medicinal field."

An Caicai bit her lip, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes: "Be careful, don't let him find out."

"rest assured."

Chen Changyuan's voice was a bit cold, "Tonight, I want to see what tricks he can play."

Zhou Dazhu was completely unaware that he had been targeted. When he reached the medicinal field, he stopped and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he squatted down and began to dig the soil near the pipe with a shovel.

His movements were very skillful, and it was obvious that this was not his first time doing this.

The moonlight reflected on his sinister face, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen Chen Changyuan's embarrassed look when he discovered that the medicine field was destroyed the next day.

Chen Changyuan hid in the bushes not far away, quietly took out a small camera, adjusted the focus, and captured every movement of Zhou Dazhu clearly.

He turned off the flash in advance and the camera made almost no sound.

After he finished filming, he took out his mobile phone and quickly recorded Zhou Dazhu's movements, including time, place, and tools, marking them one by one.

What he wanted was not to arrest people on the spot, but to have irrefutable evidence so that Zhou Dazhu and his accomplices would have no way to escape.

Just then, a slight sound of footsteps came from the distance.

Chen Changyuan's eyes flashed, and he quickly lowered his head and looked through the gap in the grass - the bicycle was actually riding towards the medicine field!

The person in the car was the thin man at the village entrance. There were two bulging cloth bags tied to the back seat of the car, and it emitted a pungent smell of chemicals.

Chen Changyuan's heart was shocked. He was too familiar with this smell. It was some kind of low-quality pesticide. If it was poured into the medicinal field, the roots of the medicinal herbs would rot completely!

Zhou Dazhu had obviously heard the engine. He looked up, a hint of impatience on his face: "Why the hell did you come just now? You're taking so long. Do you want the whole village to see you?"

The thin man stopped his bike, puffed out a cigarette, and chuckled, "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't Lin Xiaoya say that idiot Chen Changyuan wasn't on guard against us at all? This medicinal field will be ours sooner or later."

When he heard Lin Xiaoya's name, a complex emotion flashed in Chen Changyuan's eyes.

In her previous life, she was the woman he held dear to his heart, but she betrayed him without hesitation for a few small profits for the Zhou family.

Now, she is colluding with Zhou Dazhu and plotting against his hard work?

Chen Changyuan clenched his teeth, his heart felt like it was pricked by a needle, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and his eyes became cold again.

Zhou Dazhu snorted and cursed in a low voice, "That woman only knows how to talk. Doesn't it belong to me to do this job? Hurry up and give me the medicine. After we finish this job, we can wait to see Chen Changyuan cry!"

The thin man nodded, took out a few plastic bottles from his cloth bag and handed them to Zhou Dazhu.

Just as the two were about to take action, a clear dog bark suddenly came from the distance, breaking the silence of the night.

Chen Changyuan's heart tightened. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the yellow dog from Lao Yuantou's house had run out at some point and was barking wildly at the medicine field.

Zhou Dazhu was so frightened that he almost dropped his shovel and cursed, "Why did this damn dog get out? Quick, kill it before it attracts anyone!"

The thin man took out a dagger and walked towards the yellow dog with a fierce look in his eyes.

Chen Changyuan's pupils shrank. The yellow dog was Lao Yuantou's treasure and often helped him look after the medicinal fields. If it was really injured by these two bastards, he would never forgive them!

He quickly considered in his mind whether he should take action now, but at this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the grass on the other side of the medicine field, as if something was approaching quickly.

Zhou Dazhu and the thin man were both stunned, their faces changed, and they looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Chen Changyuan also held his breath, and his heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

In the darkness of the night, a vague figure slowly emerged from the bushes, seemingly holding something in its hand...

Chen Changyuan narrowed his eyes, pressed his finger lightly on the camera shutter, held his breath and concentrated to capture the outline of the figure in the grass.

The night wind blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of grass, mixed with the low whimpering of a yellow dog in the distance.

His heart moved slightly, and he quickly adjusted the angle of the camera to capture the frightened faces of Zhou Dazhui and the thin man, as well as the movement in the grass.

The moonlight sprinkled coldly on the edge of the medicinal field. The air seemed to freeze, and only the barking of the yellow dog echoed in the night.

The figure gradually became clear, it was An Caicai!

She was wearing a plain grey coat and holding a rough wooden stick in her hand. Her steps were brisk but deliberately casual, as if she was strolling at night.

She whispered, "Yellow dog, go home and stop running around here!"

The voice was crisp, with a hint of reproach, as if it was really scolding the dog that was running around.

When the yellow dog heard her voice, it wagged its tail and ran towards her, its barking gradually becoming quieter.

Zhou Dazhu and the thin man looked at each other, their faces turning pale.

Zhou Dazhu lowered his voice and cursed with gritted teeth: "Why is this little girl hanging around here? Didn't she go back to the village a long time ago?"

The thin man clenched the dagger, his eyes sinister, and replied in a low voice: "Don't panic, maybe she's just passing by. Lin Xiaoya said that she and Chen Changyuan are close, so she's probably just here to wander around."

He paused, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth, "How about...teaching her a lesson?"

Chen Changyuan caught these words with his sharp ears, his fingers suddenly clenched the camera, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He had seen too many such schemes in his previous life, and the thin man's words clearly had evil intentions.

He moved his body silently, sticking to the edge of the grass, a little closer to the bicycle parked on the side of the road.

The low-quality pesticide in the cloth bag gave off a pungent smell, and the bottle mouth was loosely covered, as if it would spill out at any time.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and while Zhou Dazhu and the thin man's attention was on An Caicai, he crouched down and approached the bicycle, his movements as light as a civet cat at night.