"Damn it, Yang Zhanqi, you actually called the police," Village Chief Yang said, his face darkening immediately upon hearing the distant commotion.
"Old Yang, if it wasn't for you screwing me over, would I have to do this?
I never imagined you'd even dare to murder your own brother," Yang Zhanqi said with a cold face.
He couldn't believe that he had treated such a man as a brother for so long and was almost killed by him just moments ago.
The more Yang Zhanqi thought about it, the angrier he got; if it weren't for the arriving police, he really wanted to kill the bastard.
"Mr. Public Security, this man is heartless, I just found him, and he tried to smash my head with a shovel. If I hadn't been quick, he would have hit me.
I would probably be dead if I fell into this pit. I could only desperately fight back with the shovel, and unexpectedly, I ended up stabbing his hand.
