"Stop!" Zhang Si shouted.
Zhang Fan turned his head and saw Zhang Si's lips swollen like sausages, holding a hunting knife, chasing after Zhang Fan menacingly.
Zhang Si was accompanied by Zhang Qingshan, and behind them were more than a dozen people, all of whom were Zhang Si's lackeys.
Li Chunyan's face turned pale instantly, and her legs went weak, almost causing her to fall to the ground. Fortunately, the plump aunt next door caught her.
Worried about his sister-in-law, Zhang Fan turned around and said foolishly, "Sister-in-law, wait for me to come back!"
He turned his head, a cold smile playing on his lips, and wiggled his hips at Zhang Si in a highly provocative manner.
Zhang Si's face twisted with anger, and he chased even faster.
As the enemy drew closer, Li Chunyan's heart sank to the bottom. Surrounded by so many people, how could Zhang Fan possibly escape? She cried out in panic, "Run!"
Zhang Fan grinned foolishly, and instead of running away, he ran towards Zhang Si.
Li Chunyan was so frightened she almost fainted. Aunt Pang looked anxious, but under Zhang Si's intimidating power, she dared not utter a sound and could only silently pray that Zhang Fan would be safe.
Zhang Sixiao's arrogance is truly astounding; he's practically a fool. He was about to be beaten, yet he still delivered himself right to their doorstep.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to catch Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan suddenly made a sharp turn and ran away. Zhang Si reached out his hand and followed the turn, only to fall flat on his face.
Zhang Si's already swollen lips were pierced again, and he cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.
The people behind him were quite frightened and quickly helped him up.
His back teeth were grinding together: "You must take him down!"
Zhang Si shook off the person supporting him, raised his hunting knife high, and continued chasing Zhang Fan.
Zhang Qingshan followed behind, saying, "Idiot, don't run away, we won't hit you."
Unexpectedly, the more he shouted, the faster Zhang Fan ran. Zhang Si was so angry that he kicked Zhang Qingshan.
Whether intentionally or not, Zhang Fan didn't run fast. He would only speed up when he was about to catch up, and if he couldn't catch up, he would stop and wait for the person.
The group chased for almost ten miles, but not a single person managed to touch the hem of Zhang Fan's clothes.
"Damn it, I'm exhausted."
"I can't go on, village chief, I can't run anymore."
The group was panting heavily. Some rested with their hands on their knees, some leaned against tree trunks, and some even collapsed onto the ground.
Seeing that no one was chasing after him, Zhang Fan stopped in front of the steep southern slope.
"Village chief, there's a steep southern slope ahead, I dare not go..."
"I...I'm scared too."
Although Zhang Fan was far away, his hearing was exceptionally sharp, and he heard every word of Zhang Si and the others' conversation.
He frowned. He couldn't skip the steep southern slope; it was a big gift he was giving to Zhang Si.
He turned his back to Zhang Si and continued to wiggle his buttocks, his demeanor full of provocation.
As expected, Zhang Si was so angry that his eyes turned red, his nostrils flared, and he kicked the people resting on the ground: "Get up, or I'll beat you all up too!"
Upon hearing this, the group reluctantly got up.
Zhang Fan ran up the steep southern slope, with Zhang Si and the others following closely behind…
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