These people are members of the local Tiger Head Gang, and this street happens to be under the jurisdiction of this gang.
Street vendors and shops had to pay 50 coins as protection money every month.
50 coins may not sound like much, but for most of the vendors here, it's a significant sum.
There are still five days until the end of the month, but these people have arrived ahead of schedule.
This caught many street vendors who deliberately avoided the designated days off off off guard.
She turned her head and looked behind her.
The street vendors were seen hurriedly packing up their goods and fleeing.
They might not even sell 100 coins a day at their stall. If they are forced to pay another 50 coins, they will really lose everything.
At that moment, a sound of porcelain shattering and a scream rang out.
The conflict at the fried noodle stall seems to have escalated.
The man smashed the bowl on the ground, then reached out and grabbed the collar of the noodle stall owner's son, dragging him roughly outside.
The stall was knocked over by the impact.
All the pots, pans, and utensils on top fell to the ground.
The firewood in the stove spilled out and was still burning, startling the crowd who scattered and moved away.
The noodle stall owner, disregarding his stall, rushed over and knelt down to beg for mercy, only to be kicked to the ground by the man.
The boss's son is also a farmer, and he has some strength.
The young man, hot-blooded and seeing his father kicked to the ground, flew into a rage and punched the man, pinning him to the ground and beating him instead.
Seeing this, the other thugs who had originally wanted to watch the commotion rushed forward and began kicking and ripping the boss's son.
"Oh no, the Zhang family is finished."
Mr. Chen frowned, looking over there with worry.
The old man couldn't bear to watch any longer, shook his head, sighed, and went back into the shop to get his money.
They were all startled to see Yun Zhiyi suddenly walk in that direction.
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