"Too late, it's not time to be slashing with a knife now! Weren't you acting all high and mighty just now?"

"Change my ass! You carry a knife around all the time, who knows how many people you've bullied? You're no good, I'll kick you to death, you piece of trash!"

Gao Chengshan remained silent, curling up on the ground with his head in his hands, occasionally peering at the group of people beating him from between his elbows, his eyes sinister and ruthless.

Chen Hong hid behind an uncle and secretly stretched out her foot, kicking each of his knees hard. Gao Chengshan convulsed in pain, his body trembling, and he rolled around clutching his legs.

Chen Hong concealed his merits and fame, pushed aside people, found two knives, put them in a plastic bag, and left the crowd.

He handed all the evidence to the village chief for safekeeping and whispered to him, "Uncle, don't let anyone actually beat them to death, or it will be hard to explain later."

The village chief said confidently, "Don't worry, the villagers know what they're doing. Didn't you see they don't need any tools?"

How much damage can punches and kicks cause? They're experienced in hitting people; whose child hasn't been beaten?

They know which spot is most dangerous and will avoid it. At most, they'll break a leg or arm, and then they'll need to be taken home and nursed back to health for a couple of months.

Chen Hong: ...

Fine! She won't care unless someone dies!

The villagers only stopped when the three men ran out of energy to groan anymore, and gathered together to discuss what to do next.

"Village chief, clan elders, what should we do next? Should we take these three animals back to their Xiyu Village, or call the police and send them to the hospital?"

The old clan chief rolled his eyes. "What are you giving me? Do you have money to burn?"

Let them lie here; they won't die anytime soon.

Didn't they say he had a brother? Where is he? Has anyone seen him?