Although Lan Dazhi had brought quite a few people, this was White Dragon Village, and hundreds of villagers swarmed the area, completely overwhelming the scene.
A few minutes later, all of the bodyguards were beaten and lying on the ground, their faces swollen and bloody.
"We were wrong, we were wrong."
"Stop hitting us, please spare our lives."
Amid the crowd, cries of agony could occasionally be heard.
"Little Shan, I think that's enough. If this continues, someone might get killed."
Yu Xiuxiu said with some concern.
Only then did Zhang Xiaoshan speak up to stop it.
"Alright, folks, hold your hands."
Zhang Xiaoshan had absolute authority in the village, and as he spoke, the crowd dispersed.
"You little punk, you dared to let people gang up and beat me, you, you, you..."
Lan Dazhi clutched his head that had swelled up like a pig's, glaring at Zhang Xiaoshan with hatred.
Zhang Xiaoshan gave Wu Biao a look.
"Slap."
