Lin Ming immediately said, "They won’t pay, they didn’t pay last time when they injured Zhuzi."
"This is outrageous!" the village chief couldn’t contain his anger, but he didn’t know what to do.
"Village chief," another parent whose son had been beaten spoke up, "Let me be ugly about this, my son suffered this for the sake of the village, so the village should pay for my son’s medical expenses. If you don’t, it’s as if you’re killing my son. I don’t have that much money for his treatment, and if you force my son to his death, then you’re also forcing me to mine. At that point, I’m capable of anything."
"Right!" other parents also declared their stance, "At that time, we are capable of anything!"
The village chief was scared, and so were those who were reluctant to give money. Simply because they knew these parents were serious—after all, weren’t sons their lifeline? Every family counts on having a son to take care of them in old age and to continue the family line!
Out of the twelve injured men, eight were only sons. If there wasn’t money for treatment and they died, it would mean the end of the family line, and the parents of these eight men would surely fight to the death.
The village chief steadied himself and then said, "Well, let’s go ask Xiao Changyi first, if we can’t get money from him, we’ll pool money from the whole village, okay?"
Those who were reluctant to give money were still reluctant, but they could only nod in agreement. The last thing they wanted was a fight to the death. But inside, they felt extremely aggrieved. It was clearly all Xiao Changyi’s fault, yet they might have to stump up the cash in the end!
"That’s more like it." The parents calmed down on hearing this.
The village chief heaved a sigh of relief and pondered for a while before saying, "Xiao Changyi, that wretch, is skilled in combat; twelve men were no match for him. So when we go to ask him for money, we need to bring more people."
Xiao Zheng said, "Everyone in the village who can be of help should come. If that wretch Xiao Changyi doesn’t pay up, we’ll drive them out of the village. They are too dangerous; we can’t allow them to stay."
"Right!" the others echoed. "If they don’t pay, we’ll drive them out of the village!"
The village chief said, "Alright, let’s do as you say."
Then, the village chief, with eighty percent of the villagers, arrived at Xiao Changyi and An Jing’s front door.
Having beaten up twelve men, Xiao Changyi and An Jing had already expected these people to come to settle accounts with them, so they were not surprised to see so many people showing up.
The more people that came, the tougher they could prove to be to handle.
An Jing was pleased with this fact. After all, who made her and her husband’s martial prowess so high? No choice~
"Xiao Changyi, you’re the one who injured Qinghe and the others. The doctor says they need at least a month of treatment inside and out, and you’re the one who should pay for the medical and medicinal expenses," the village chief said.
Xiao Changyi was silent and showed no expression.
It was An Jing who spoke leisurely, "Asking my husband for medical expenses and medicine costs? Not afraid of being laughed off the stage. If it hadn’t been for those twelve men wanting to beat my husband, would he have laid a hand on them? Or do you think, those twelve men, armed with clubs, trying to beat my husband, he should have just stood there and let them do it?"
The villagers really wanted to say that Xiao Changyi should have just stood there and taken the beating.
The village chief also wanted to say that, but even they felt it was too shameless to say so, and they held their tongues.
"No money," An Jing continued leisurely, "we have two lives here, my husband and I are standing right in front, if you can take our lives, then that’s your ability."