The night was moonless and pitch black.
Zhang Cheng, carrying only a military dagger, sneaked into Wang Village.
He must resolve this issue before things completely spiral out of control.
Slaughtering every single person in Wang Village? He could do it, but he's not stupid.
The men of Wangcun also gathered at the ancestral hall.
Village chief Wang Huanchun is the most senior and has the highest prestige, making his word a powerful force.
At this moment, Wang Huanchun's face was dark, his hands were on the top of his cane, and his sharp gaze made people afraid to meet his eyes.
He truly had blood on his hands. Back when the Japanese invaded, he led men from the surrounding villages through the mountains and slaughtered many animals.
Therefore, Zhang Cheng and Zhang Xiangui both respectfully addressed him as "Your Highness".
Wang Huanchun remained silent, staring at Wang Jin, who had his head bowed.
The atmosphere inside the ancestral hall was somewhat eerie.
After a long pause, Wang Huanchun snorted coldly.
"Wang Jin, tell me, what are you planning to do about this?"
Wang Jin looked up, his neck stiff.
"Village chief, it's Zhangjia Village that's gone too far. They came to our village to cause trouble and even injured Jianzi..."
Wang Huanchun didn't argue, but listened quietly until he finished speaking before he spoke.
Who cut down the fruit trees in Zhangjia Village?
"Then, who could possibly know?!" Who would be stupid enough to say that out loud?
"Wang Weiguo, who cut down the fruit trees in Zhangjia Village?"
Wang Huanchun's gaze shifted to Wang Weiguo, who had been keeping his head down.
"thump!"
Wang Weiguo's legs went weak, and his face fell.
"Sir, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"
Wang Huanchun nodded.
“We Wangcun people stand tall and keep our feet on the ground. If we make a mistake, we admit it. We’re still good men. You made a mistake, but you’re a young man from Wangcun, so we’ll take responsibility for you.”
He's very protective of his own; as long as someone admits their mistake, Wang Huanchun will protect them.
"Wang Jin, I'll ask you one last time, who cut down the fruit trees in Zhangjia Village?" Wang Huanchun turned and stared at Wang Jin.
Wang Jin's eyes flickered, but he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know."
"You don't know? Then go back and ask your son. I'll be waiting for you here!" Wang Huanchun's tone grew colder.
He protects the village, but only if the other party tells the truth.
Everyone looked at Wang Jin anxiously.
Wang Jin sniffed, feeling resentful, and turned to walk out of the ancestral hall.
The village chief didn't mention revenge when his son was shot, but kept asking who cut down the tree. What good was that except to embarrass him?
Wang Jin walked on in silence.
Suddenly!
A sharp pain shot through the back of my neck, and then a large hand tightly covered my mouth and nose.
Zhang Cheng's eyes were cold as he struck Wang Jin's neck hard with his elbow again.
The immense force knocked Wang Jin unconscious.
"Sizzle!"
His cotton-padded coat was torn open, and strips of cloth were used to bind his hands and feet tightly before he was dragged into a dark old house next door.
Zhang Cheng's eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness, like a lone wolf hunting its prey.
He closed the door and wandered around the ancestral hall like a lost soul.
Not long after, the sound of footsteps approached.
"Jin is really something, what's wrong with apologizing to the village chief?"
"Hey, hurry up and call Jin back. We'll try to talk to him on the way."
"Bang!"
"who?"
"Bang!"
At the corner of the alley, Zhang Cheng suddenly stepped out and delivered a karate chop to a man's neck.
Before the other man could even cry out, a size 43 foot had already kicked him in the face, breaking his nose and spurting blood.
Zhang Cheng leaned forward, covered his mouth tightly with his large hand, controlled his strength, and punched him in the temple.
The man saw stars and his vision blurred.
Again, they tore their cotton-padded coats, bound their hands and feet with strips of cloth, and stuffed their mouths with cheap cotton.
The two were thrown into a small courtyard next door.
"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled sounds.
"Who is it?" someone asked from inside the main house, but did not open the door.
Zhang Cheng's eyes grew increasingly cold.
Inside the ancestral hall.
Wang Huanchun's expression grew increasingly grim. Almost half an hour had passed since Wang Jin left, and eight people had been sent to persuade him, but none of them had returned!
"Hoo!" Wang Huanchun took a deep breath, thinking to himself, "It's not that I don't protect you, it's that you don't treat me like the village chief!"
"Hongzhao, Hanguang, go and bring Wang Jin here!" Wang Huanchun said coldly.
Wang Hongzhao hesitated, but when he met Wang Huanchun's assertive gaze, he could only nod.
Wang Hongzhao and Wang Hanguang ran out of the ancestral hall.
Time passed little by little.
Wang Hongzhao and Wang Hanguang also did not return.
A sense of foreboding rose in Wang Huanchun's heart. He scanned the forty-odd men present and said in a low voice,
"Something must have happened. You guys hurry home and get your weapons!"
"Village chief, are you saying that the people from Zhangjia Village sneaked over here overnight?"
"Damn it, how dare they?"
"Let's go back and get our weapons!"
The crowd looked angry and ran out of the ancestral hall.
Wang Jingang pushed open his courtyard gate, cursing and shouting towards the main house.
"Wife, quickly get my hunting rifle out, I'm going to kill those bastards from Zhangjia Village..."
The words came to an abrupt halt.
By the candlelight inside the house, he could vaguely see two people lying by the courtyard wall.
"Damn it!" Wang Jingang's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to shout.
"Bang!"
A brick hit him hard on the back of the head.
A figure darted in from outside the courtyard like a cheetah, bent over, grabbed his legs, and lifted him up suddenly!
"Thump!" He fell headfirst.
Wang Jingang felt like his neck was about to break, all his strength had been drained, and only his eyeballs could move.
"Tear!" The cotton-padded coat was torn, but quickly tied back up.
All of this happened in just two seconds.
"Honey, you'd better be careful, it's late at night."
The door to the main house opened, and his wife came out carrying a hunting rifle.
"Bang!"
Zhang Cheng picked up half a mud brick from the ground and smashed it away with force.
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