Call the police?

Upon hearing this, Wang Dalin could no longer deny it and pleaded, "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come to steal your things. Please let me go."

"Let you go?"

Wang Qian sneered, "Someone like you who can't change his ways won't learn his lesson unless you spend a few years in jail."

Without saying a word, he immediately grabbed a rope and threw it to Yang Shenglong, saying, "Brother Long, tie him up first, then call the villagers to come and take a look, and then we'll go to the police station to report the case."

"That's for the best!"

Yang Shenglong took the rope and immediately tied up Wang Dalin's hands and feet.

"Wang Qian, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time."

Wang Dalin continued to plead, his voice trembling with tears.

In rural areas during this era, the methods used to deal with thieves are quite ruthless.

Once caught, they would gather the villagers and give them a brutal beating. Losing a hand or foot was considered lucky; some were beaten to death.

Wang Qian did not immediately beat him severely; he simply tied him up, called the villagers to come and see, and reported the case to the police, which was already very lenient.

Most importantly, now that this has been exposed, he will definitely become a pariah in the village, hated by everyone.

He has completely lost face.

However, he can't care about any of that right now.

His concern was that if Wang Qian reported the case, he would definitely be imprisoned for several years.

So, he racked his brains and begged Wang Qian to let him go.

Perhaps because he was so sincere at that moment, Wang Qian's firm tone actually softened slightly.

"You want me to downplay this big issue, or even let it go, but I have a condition!"