At this moment, beside the dirt road and fields, forty to fifty villagers were lined up, all with broken legs. Some people were in such severe pain that they fainted, while others who didn't faint were lying on the ground wailing in agony.
"Now the road is clear."
Qin Yang gently clapped his hands and muttered.
After speaking, Qin Yang couldn't even be bothered to glance at those people and strode towards the bus.
"Is that all it takes?"
Jessica stood beside the car, somewhat dazed.
"Yes, otherwise, if you're blocking the road, you should have the awareness that your legs might get broken."
Qin Yang nodded, speaking with an air of inevitability.
"Yang, aren't you afraid of the police coming?"
Jessica glanced at the people wailing on the fields with a worried expression.
"Police?"
Qin Yang raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Haha, Jessica, these people demanding money on the road are quite experienced; they must not be new to this. Why don't we see the police intervening?"
