After catching dirt on Niu Mansheng, many things in the village became easier to handle. Wu Xiaoyu put his phone into his pocket and left, leaving the two disheveled and bruised men cursing under their breath.
Before Wu Xiaoyu returned home, he already heard a noisy commotion coming from their house. Damn it! Who's so blind to think they can mess with a tiger's head?
Quickening his steps, he arrived at the gate and sure enough, a crowd had gathered. The neighbors saw Wu Xiaoyu returning and made way for him.
Wu Xiaoyu walked into the courtyard, which was already packed with people. His father and several uncles and cousins were blocking the door of the house.
Three or four women were shouting at the doorway, backed by seven or eight muscular men with tattooed arms, clearly henchmen of Wang Erma.
