Song Zhigang was at home, anxiously awaiting news from his father. It was after eight o'clock when he suddenly heard a RUMBLE, RUMBLE coming from outside the gate.
What was that sound?
Two guards rushed in. "Young Master, it's bad! Someone has driven a road roller right up to our doorstep!"
"Who the hell is this? Who let them drive a road roller into the village? Damn it…"
Song Zhigang feigned great anger, but in reality, he wasn't angry at all. His heart was filled with nothing but fear.
Soon after, another guard came in to report, "Young Master, there's a lunatic outside! He says he's giving us ten minutes to move out, or else he'll drive the road roller into the courtyard!"
"How can we move out in ten minutes? Ignore that lunatic! Shoot him!"
The guard acknowledged and went outside.
Would he really dare to shoot?Even if he could borrow the courage, he wouldn't dare.
