The more the old man acted this way, the more panicked the three thugs became, and the dagger in the hand of the leader gambler began to tremble.
The old man truly doesn't treat Wang Hao like a human being. Even if they kill him, they won't escape death, and they'll still have to bear the consequences of a life taken.
Wang Hao was still clutching his thigh and begging, but Old Master Yu just stood by and watched coldly.
The militiamen had already set up all their guns, ready to receive Old Master Yu's orders at any time.
Seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, the wounded one of the three gamblers immediately knelt down and said to Old Master Yu:
"I surrender, don't shoot, I surrender."
With the first person taking the lead, the already panicked thug also began to hesitate.
He and another thug exchanged a glance, and both could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.
He can only blame them for arresting the wrong person; they shouldn't have taken Wang Hao hostage.
Thinking this, the two men knelt down with a thud, raised their hands, threw the dagger aside, and shouted:
"Don't shoot, we surrender."
Old Master Yu sneered inwardly, while Wang Hao felt the dagger in front of his neck leave and hurriedly ran towards the old man.
He had a leg injury and walked with a limp. Just as he reached the old man, the old man kicked him to the ground.
While Wang Hao was still in a daze, Old Master Yu waved to the militiamen and said:
"Tie up all four of them and have Li Dazhuang take them all to the police station."
When Li Dazhuang saw the enemy surrendering outside the window, he put away his gun and quickly ran into the house to help the militia tie up all four men.
Wang Hao was still begging for mercy, his thighs were covered in blood, but the old man insisted on taking him to the police station.
After all, it was he who brought people to wreak havoc on his village. After tying up the men, Li Dazhuang walked up to Old Master Yu and waited for his instructions.
Old Master Yu glanced at it and said to Li Dazhuang:
"Dazhuang, eat less lunch today. In a little while, take a few men and take the four of them to the police station."
Li Dazhuang nodded, then selected a few people from the militia, and escorted the four men to the county's public security bureau.
Meanwhile, Grandpa Yu had about 10 militiamen with him. He led these 10 or so men out of Wang Hao's house and saw the villagers trembling in front of the door.
When the old man saw them, he snorted coldly. There were about 10 gamblers in the village, and they all knew each other.
Seeing how angry the old man was, they became frightened and begged him for forgiveness:
"Grandpa, we know we were wrong, we'll never gamble again."
The old man gave him a cold look and didn't say anything, while the others also admitted their mistakes.
Grandpa Yu was a bit of a headache looking at these people. They were all villagers from his village, but they were just participating in gambling. If they were really sent to the police station, they would be punished.
But Old Master Yu wasn't such a heartless person. After thinking for a moment, he said to Shan Yong beside him:
"Shan Yong, go and call my eldest grandson. He should have just come home for dinner."
Upon hearing this, Shan Yong immediately nodded and then quickly ran towards Wei Mo's house.
Grandpa Yu then looked at the villagers in front of him. Although they had made a mistake, it was still possible to redeem them. So Grandpa Yu addressed the crowd:
“All of you stand against the wall and wait for Wei Mo to come so we can hear my grandson’s opinion.”
“My grandson is pleading for you, otherwise I would have sent you all to the police station so you could reflect on your actions.”
Upon hearing this, the villagers quickly stood against the wall, and Grandpa Yu said this to protect his grandson's safety.
He wasn't afraid of the villagers targeting him, but he was afraid they would harm Wei Mo behind his back.
Dan Yong was incredibly fast, and soon he arrived at Wei Mo's house. When he reached the yard, he shouted into the house:
"Wei Mo, Wei Mo, are you home? Your grandpa is calling you."
He didn't say what it was about, because he was afraid Wang Zhenhua wouldn't let Wei Mo go, and he didn't go into the house either.
He knew that Wei Mo's family consisted of a group of women. When Wei Mo heard someone calling him from inside the house, he quickly ran out.
He saw Shan Yong still carrying a gun, and his eyes lit up, guessing it was about gambling. He ran towards Shan Yong and then said:
"Uncle Shan, what's the matter? How is my grandfather doing?"
Dan Yong didn't say much, but picked up Wei Mo from the ground and started running towards Wang Hao's house.
Wei Mo didn't pay any attention, but Li Xiuxiu was particularly anxious and followed closely behind Shan Yong.
When the three of them ran to Wang Hao's house, Wei Mo saw more than 10 people standing around the wall, and Old Master Yu with seven or eight militiamen.
Dan Yong carried Wei Mo to Old Master Yu and put him on the ground. Then Wei Mo heard Old Master Yu speak:
“Grandson, these are the people from our village who gamble. I want to send them to the police station as well. Didn’t you plead for them? So what do you suggest we do with them?”
Wei Mo was still a little confused, but he quickly realized that Grandpa Yu was protecting him. He nodded to the old man and then began to think.
Li Xiuxiu ran to Wei Mo's side, and only after seeing Old Master Yu did she breathe a sigh of relief. Wei Mo pondered for a moment, then spoke to Old Master Yu:
"Grandpa, aren't they gamblers? Aren't they rich? Don't they love to gamble? From now on, these people are not allowed to participate in any sideline businesses in the village."
"From now on, anyone who participates in gambling will not receive any extra income. They will only be given a per capita allowance after they have earned enough work points."
“Then deduct 50 work points from each of these people and give them as a reward to the militiamen who come to help. After all, the militiamen in our village don’t get any subsidies, and they are always at the forefront.”
Wei Mo's words made the militia members who came to participate in the event's eyes light up. Although being a militia member was an honor, there were no other extra benefits.
And indeed, just as Wei Mo said, they were the ones who came to handle every problem. It was unexpected that Wei Mo, at such a young age, could think of these things.
The militiamen were overjoyed, and Old Master Yu was particularly pleased. He nodded to Wei Mo, then addressed the militiamen and gamblers:
"Alright, let's do it my grandson says. Do you have any objections? If you do, I'll take you to the police station."
The gamblers from the village who were caught looked particularly grim, but at least they weren't sent to the police station.
So the villagers all nodded in agreement, and the matter was quickly decided. Old Master Yu kept everyone in mind.
He then instructed a militiaman to report the names of these people to Li Dazhuang's wife, who was also the scorekeeper, to deduct work points and award those points to the militiamen who participated in the activity.
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