Hearing a strong pulling force behind him, Wang Jun reflexively turned around to check what was happening.
To his surprise, the person gripping his arm tightly was a short, stocky young man of unremarkable appearance.
The young man was a full head shorter than Wang Jun.
He had short, thick hair as hard as steel nails, which made him look particularly energetic.
The most striking feature was his eyes, like two bright gems set in their sockets, piercing and full of life. At this moment, those eyes were fixed intently on Wang Jun's face, as if trying to see right through him.
Perhaps because he was filled with anger, Wang Jun could detect a faint but tangible killing intent in the other person's slightly narrowed eyes.
This feeling was subtle yet real, causing the usually fierce and fearless Wang Jun to feel a strange sense of fear when facing this seemingly ordinary young man.
Just then, he heard the young man question him in an extremely cold tone.
What do you want to do?
Just that one sentence made Wang Jun involuntarily loosen his clenched fist and quickly retract his outstretched arm.
At the same time, as if driven by some invisible force, his body subconsciously took a small step back.
Seeing that Wang Jun had stopped, Jiao Bai felt that there was no need to take this country bumpkin too seriously for the time being.
So he slowly restrained his imposing manner, lowered his arm, and then walked back to Xiao Weiguo's side with steady steps.
Actually, Jiao Bai had been watching the conflict unfold from the sidelines with a cold eye.
In his view, fights between women are usually nothing more than pulling and shoving each other, and do not cause much danger or serious consequences.
Therefore, Xiao Bai initially did not intend to intervene in this farce.
However, when he witnessed Wang Jun, this tall young man, ruthlessly attack a woman without any mercy, Jiao Bai, as a martial artist, had his own definition of justice. He couldn't ignore such a matter.
After stopping Wang Jun, Jiao Bai calmly walked back behind Xiao Weiguo.
To him, it was nothing more than a trivial, insignificant matter, as easy and casual as swatting away an annoying fly.
However, for Wang Jun, who was being driven away, it was a completely different story!
Wang Jun relied on his tall and strong physique from a young age, and was also cruel and tyrannical by nature, often getting into fierce fights with others.
Ordinary people are simply not worth his attention.
Just now, he was only temporarily stunned by Jiao Bai's powerful aura, and out of instinct, he involuntarily took two steps back.
When he came to his senses, he became increasingly angry: How could I be afraid of a stranger?
And no matter how you look at it, that short guy is no match for me!
Almost instantly, Wang Jun seemed to have regained his lost courage and bravery, as if these qualities had always been hidden within him.
At the same time, a feeling of immense humiliation welled up inside him, making him furious.
His eyes were wide open, bulging like copper bells, and his entire face was flushed red with anger.
He stretched out his thick index finger, pointed it straight at Jiao Bai, and roared loudly.
"What the hell did you come from, you idiot? How dare you meddle in my business! Do you even know who I am?"
Jiao Bai crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the person with an undisguised contempt on his face, as if the person in front of him was as thin as air and not worth his attention.
This action instantly ignited the anger in Wang Jun's heart. He had been thinking about his old mother lying on the ground, but now he completely forgot about her and lunged at Jiao Bai.
While the other person was still in mid-air, his right hand swiftly reached into his robes and drew out a dagger that gleamed with a cold, sharp light.
Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at Jiao Bai, panting heavily, his face contorted like a wild beast out of control, and without hesitation, he raised his knife and stabbed straight at Jiao Bai.
Upon witnessing this unexpected scene, the people in the village office who had initially just been there as spectators exclaimed in unison.
"Oh no! Someone's going to die! Stop him right now!"
However, at this moment, facing Wang Jun who had already fallen into a berserk state, who would dare to easily step forward to stop him?
The villagers, in particular, were well aware of Wang Jun's temperament.
This guy is a lawless, vicious, and violent thug. If you really anger him, he's capable of anything. He's done things like stabbing people with a knife before.
Village chief Wang Changlin was so frightened that he turned pale and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
He reached out several times, trying to rush forward to stop the impending bloody conflict, but as soon as he took a small step, the fear welling up from the depths of his heart overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, making his feet seem nailed to the ground, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward an inch.
In the dimly lit and quiet room, Xiao Weiguo stood alone.
When his gaze fell upon the gleaming dagger that Wang Jun suddenly pulled from his pocket, a barely perceptible hint of amusement flickered across his otherwise calm face.
At the same time, his feet seemed to be equipped with springs, and he moved nimbly to the side with lightning speed.
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