For the first time, Zhao Caifeng felt afraid.
"We can talk it over." Zhao Caifeng tried to push the wooden handle on the shovel with shaking hands.
"I told you not to move! If you move again, I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength." Jiang Shiyue smiled and pushed her hand forward a little more. "If you stab it, Li Chuntian won't be able to save you."
Zhao Caifeng immediately raised her hands, not daring to move, and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want?"
Jiang Shiyue saw Chen Shanhe and his men restraining the Zhao family. After thinking for a moment, she waved to Chen Shanhe and said, "Chen Shanhe, please invite all the relatives over to discuss the compensation."
Then he turned to the crowd watching the excitement at the door and shouted, "Fellow villagers, you can't just watch the excitement for nothing. You have to come and bear witness. It was those Zhaos who broke into our house and smashed and looted. We were just defending ourselves."
It only took the blink of an eye from the time Chen Shanhe and his men entered the door to the time they turned defeat into victory.
The neighbors who were watching had just reacted when they heard Jiang Shiyue's words and were all petrified again.
It is human nature to join in the fun.
No one expected that they would get hurt just by watching the fun.
Although I don't understand what self-defense means, I guess it's not a good word to use here.
Wouldn't it be an offense to the Zhao family if I served as a witness?
Everyone in the surrounding area knew that the Zhao family relied on the fact that there were many male members in the family to be arrogant and unreasonable.
But don't offend the Chen family by not being a witness.
We are all neighbors, it is not good to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
The elderly, weak, women and children, who had previously complained about not being able to see clearly from the back, now ran away, their bound feet looking like they were on Hot Wheels.
In the end, only the front row of people were left, and they didn't know whether to leave or stay.
Especially the uncle who lent Jiang Shiyue the shovel, his face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.
If Jiang Shiyue kills someone, the murder weapon is his.
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