"Get your Miao Dahai out here to face us, now!" the young man demanded, arguing illogically and acting aggressively. "If you don't hand him over, we'll teach you a lesson."
Dong Sanshu saw the arrogant young men and shouted toward the fields, "Everyone, hurry over! Some little punks from who-knows-where have shown up in our village to cause trouble! This is completely out of line…"
Dong Sanshu's voice was booming. Villagers began to gather, still holding tools like shovels and hammers. In just a minute or two, they had formed a tight circle around the young men.
These young men had never seen such a display of force. They were, after all, just youths acting on a hot-headed rush of passion, doing foolish things without thinking.
"You… you… you're trying to resist?" the same young man yelled from behind the protection of his companions. The veins on his neck bulged as he screamed himself hoarse.
