Qin Huai almost spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in his face and cursed, "You bastard! If it wasn't for your son bullying me and hitting my sister first, would my sister have treated him like this? If it were me, I would have beaten him to death."

The middle-aged couple were so angry that they were fuming: "Why are you like this?"

Qin Huai sneered and said, "My sister has suffered so much since she was a child, and I couldn't bear to touch her. But you guys just beat her up. I tell you, do whatever you want. We poor and lower-middle peasants are poor and have nothing to fear. If you want to use force, I'll fight you. Don't leave until I kill a few of you today."

After he said that, he pointed his gun at the group of people viciously.

There was a strange look in the eyes of Qin Xiaoyun and her sister.

The young people led by the middle-aged man retreated one after another, fearing that they would be hurt by the swords and guns.

The middle-aged man said, "This is outrageous. Call the police."

Qin Huai still pointed his gun at them and said, "Whatever, let the police come and judge the matter."

The middle-aged man then asked a young man to run and call the police. He still stood in front of Qin Huai and said, "I have to watch you country people and stop you from running away."

When the police from the police station arrived, they were shocked when they heard the gunshot at first, but then they ignored it when they saw it was a homemade gun. The fat boy was also at fault in this matter. The girl was forced to resist, which was excessive but understandable.

Finally, they asked Qin Huai to pay 40 yuan in medical expenses as compensation to the other party.

Qin Huai scratched his head and said, "Where would the poor and lower-middle peasants get the money? They don't have any."

Old man Qin suddenly interrupted and said, "Comrade police officer, we accept the fine and we will collect the money."

Qin Huai looked at the old man in surprise?