This slap wasn't very lethal, but it was extremely insulting.
The man was completely stunned by the blow, standing there with blood at the corner of his mouth. It was the people around him who reacted first, uttering foul language and about to rush forward to attack him.
Zheng Wan and Chen Siyu noticed their movements and, without hesitation, used stun guns to smash their hands.
These few actions successfully provoked the villagers' anger, and they were practically ready to pounce on them and tear them apart.
The two groups pushed and pulled each other, and Chen Yiyi and Qi Yanche's umbrellas had long been squeezed and thrown to the ground.
Gradually, the villagers realized something was wrong. Why were the people in front of them falling to the ground one by one?
Finally, the older brother who came over to watch the commotion noticed a patch of crimson at their feet. The blood had been diluted considerably by the rain, but it was still clearly blood.
Surrounded by such a group of smelly men, Xiao Feiran felt as if she had returned to the darkest period of her past life, and her anger was beyond words.
Holding the long knife in his hand, he stabbed the man in front of him straight through. In the man's terrified eyes, Xiao Feiran mercilessly kicked him, sending him flying off the knife.
The five or six burly men at the front were either unconscious or injured, and some, like this one, died.
No one knows what they were thinking, but the scene instantly fell silent.
These women were no pushovers; each of their knives seemed to have blood on the hilt, as if killing was a perfectly normal thing for them.
During this time, no one dared to move or speak. Suddenly, someone, seemingly unafraid of death, appeared out of nowhere and tried to seize Cheng Zhi's weapon.
As expected, Cheng Zhi had already spotted him out of the corner of her eye. Since he had bravely pounced on her, Cheng Zhi decided to send him on his way.
With one slash, blood splattered directly onto the villager's face.
"Your village is really damn loyal! It's something that could be solved by one person dying, but you insist on doing it. Fine, maybe this is what they mean by 'not asking to be born on the same day, month, and year, but asking to die on the same day, month, and year'? A village should be united, so what? Anyone else want to come?" Cheng Zhi, her face covered in blood, spoke with cold indifference and mockery in her eyes.
The villagers didn't know how to describe the feeling, but looking at these women, they felt a sense of unease.
The strong men who charged at the front were half-dead, so what could those who came to join in the fun dare to say?
When it came to the crucial moment, they all ran faster than anyone else.
It's one thing to be sleep-deprived, but to start the morning with fighting and killing, it's normal to feel resentful.
Qi Yanche was probably the least resentful among them. While everyone was still cursing each other, he didn't forget his business and quickly grabbed a young man who was watching the commotion.
The little boy looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. His face turned pale when he was pinned down, and he struggled frantically like a fish thrown ashore, yelling, "Ahhh, don't kill me! I didn't participate! I was just sent by my family to watch the fun!"
It was already noisy this morning, and now the little boy's voice was loud too. Xiao Feiran's face was extremely sour. "Shut your mouth."
Cheng Zhi also walked over, knife in hand, her face devoid of any smile. "We've caught you. Take us out now, or we'll kill you right now."
The little boy nodded with difficulty. Now, besides dying or agreeing, did he have any other choice?
He remembered this woman; she was the one who had just slit Uncle Li's throat next door. Just thinking about that scene made his neck feel cold.
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