Chapter 179: The Villain Files a Complaint First

The villagers were a bit timid when they saw the opponent's formation, but the opponent didn't give them a chance to retreat. One-Ear sneered: "Brothers, beat them."

"Whoosh!" A group of hooligans and thugs rushed over, waving steel pipes.

"Damn it, fuck them." Wu Cheng swung a shovel and met them head-on.

"Fuck that, it's come to this, what are you still hesitating for? Are you waiting for them to tear down all our homes?" A villager carrying a firewood knife more than a meter long ran forward, following Wu Cheng.

The leading role was very important. With the first, there was the second; with the second, there was the third. Finally, two or three hundred people, holding whatever tools they could find, rushed up shouting.

The two sides collided, and a chaotic battle began. Curses, shouts, and screams rang out in one piece.

"Ptooey!"

The guy who had used a steel pipe to break the teenager's leg spat a glob of phlegm onto the unconscious woman and then swaggered toward the chaotic battle area.

"Go to hell!"

Xu Ziwai darted out from the darkness, jumped up abruptly, swung a red brick in his hand, and smashed it hard against that guy's head.

"Pop!"

Blood splattered, and the red brick broke into three or four pieces. The guy's body stiffened instantly, and blood covered his face in an instant.

Immediately after, Xu Ziwai swung the brick in his other hand. With another *pop*, the guy didn't even have a chance to groan before he collapsed softly to the ground.

Xu Ziwai flashed and disappeared into the darkness. It didn't take long before he arrived at Yao Jun's side: "Chang Kezhang, it's done!"

Yao Jun asked: "No one saw, right?"

Xu Ziwai said: "It's so dark, and I was in the shadows, so no one should have seen."

Yao Jun nodded: "When the time comes, just say you were always by my side and didn't participate in the fighting."

At this time, Old Kai ran over from the darkness: "Chang Kezhang, I've already called the police. I estimate they'll be here soon."

Yao Jun smiled: "Then let's wait."

At first, the villagers still maintained their reason, but those hooligans and thugs were ruthless and went for the kill. This made the villagers' eyes turn red. "I don't want this life of mine anymore; I'll drag you down to die with me."

Don't look at these hooligans and thugs; usually, they were arrogant, acting as if they were the boss, and they would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement, often leaving people crippled.

But this was all under the premise that they had the numbers and the upper hand. Once they encountered people who didn't fear death, they were actually afraid of dying too. For example, at this moment, the villagers' eyes were red, and they started fighting for their lives, so the thugs couldn't hold them off.

The situation reversed in an instant, and in terms of numbers, it was almost two-to-one. The hooligans and thugs were beaten into a state of fleeing in panic, crying for their parents. In front of these villagers who no longer feared death, whatever "practical combat experience" they had was useless.

Yan Shi's face turned livid. He threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped on it hard. He never dreamed that these mud-legged peasants in his eyes would be so unafraid of death.

"Damn it!" Yan Shi cursed, turned around, and got into the car: "Go!"

This guy hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter yet, or rather, he didn't care at all, because in his consciousness, no matter how big the trouble was, Brother Long could smooth it over.

Therefore, he was still thinking about bringing more people over tomorrow and must tear down all the houses in Lishui Village. But he never dreamed that while they came in fine, they wouldn't be going back.

Someone had long been eyeing Yan Shi. Seeing him get into the car to run, a threaded steel rod more than two meters long flew toward the van.

"Pop!"

The van's windshield shattered, and the steel rod pierced through without any obstruction.

One-Ear, who was driving, was so scared he shouted "Mom!" and tilted his head abruptly to the side. The steel rod grazed his face, leaving a bloody mark and almost taking his only remaining ear with it.

With a *bang*, the steel rod stuck into the back of the passenger seat. Yan Shi, who was sitting right next to it, turned pale, without a drop of blood in his face. It seemed he was afraid of death too.

One-Ear felt a burning pain on his face. With trembling hands, he touched his face and then reached toward his ear, feeling it was still there, and only then did he feel relieved.

"Don't let that Yan Shi run." Someone shouted, and twenty or thirty people abandoned their targets and surrounded the van.

Facing the villagers whose eyes were red with killing intent, Yan Shi no longer had his usual arrogance. Even One-Ear felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his throat rolling. He thought that if these villagers dared to make a move, he would step on the gas and rush out.

However, the villagers didn't make a move, but surrounded the car, not letting them leave.

Yan Shi let out a long breath. Although he didn't know why these villagers didn't make a move on him, it still relaxed his tense mood.

At this time, the chaotic battle scene gradually subsided. Many hooligans and thugs were beaten very badly, holding broken arms and legs, lying on the ground wailing. Then, they were dragged aside by their companions who weren't seriously injured.

Although the villagers had the advantage in numbers and took a big advantage, several were seriously injured and were carried back.

Yao Jun squatted beside a villager whose face was covered in blood: "How are you feeling?"

Although the villager's face was covered in blood, his consciousness was still relatively clear: "I got hit on the head, but I don't think it's a big problem. It's just that my chest hurts here; maybe a rib is broken."

Yao Jun said: "Don't move around. The police will be here soon, and then we can send you to the hospital."

Then, he checked a few others with more serious injuries. Fortunately, there was no immediate danger to their lives.

The sound of police sirens came from afar. Yao Jun's spirit lifted: "The police are here."

Hearing the sirens, the villagers who were still nervously on guard instantly relaxed, and then, led by the limping Wu Cheng, they surrounded the hooligans and thugs to prevent them from running away.

Chen Lishan, deputy director of the New District Branch, felt his scalp go numb when he saw this situation. He had received a police report from the alarm center saying there was a large-scale armed fight in Lishui Village, but it didn't say there were so many people.

Chen Lishan said to a police officer beside him with a solemn face: "Report to the Municipal Bureau immediately."

"Yes!" The police officer turned around, got into the car, and picked up the walkie-talkie to start contacting them.

"Comrade Police!" Yan Shi got out of the car and greeted Chen Lishan with a smile, "I am Yan Shi, vice general manager of Tenglong Real Estate. Our chairman is Zhao Jianlong."

Hearing the name Zhao Jianlong, Chen Lishan frowned and looked at Yan Shi coldly: "I don't care about any Tenglong Real Estate, and I don't know any Zhao Jianlong. I just want to know, what are you people doing running to Lishui Village?"

Yan Shi smiled slightly and poked the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his finger: "Tenglong Company has already bought the land in Lishui Village, and the city has also approved it..."

This guy pointed his hand at Yao Jun and the others who were walking over, "These stubborn people not only blocked our normal demolition work but also used lethal weapons to beat our company employees, causing huge losses to our company, and many employees were beaten seriously injured. They must be severely punished."…………

Brothers, if you like this book, give it a vote. This is also the motivation for the Madman to keep writing. Thank you! ===== CHAPTER 180 =====