The loudspeakers kept blaring over and over, and Zhang Xiaoshan’s heart turned cold.
"Damn it, Tao Qian wouldn’t have really snitched, would she?"
"Little Shan, what does the village chief want you for?"
Yu Xiuxiu followed him into the kitchen.
Zhang Xiaoshan, worried that his sister-in-law might sense something was off, took a sip of water and said to Yu Xiuxiu,
"It’s probably because Zhang Ercai is so furious he’s half dead, he probably wants me to go and take a look at him."
"That’s possible, with such a big commotion, Zhang Ercai must be extremely angry. But the way the village chief spoke didn’t sound too good, did it?" Yu Xiuxiu said, half-believing and half-doubting.
Zhang Xiaoshan explained,
"That’s something to ask Wu Damming himself. Alright, sister-in-law, I should get going."
Zhang Xiaoshan left his home.
At this point, the monk might run away, but the temple won’t escape.
He had no choice but to face it head-on.
Show weakness now, and things would definitely get worse.
Maybe there really was some other matter?
Soon, Zhang Xiaoshan arrived at Zhang Ercai’s home.
Zhang Ercai was a lifelong bachelor with poor living conditions, with only an old adobe house which was nearly as old as Zhang Ercai himself and had no courtyard wall. At the moment, three or four hundred people had gathered in the open space outside the house.
Almost every family in the village was there.
The scene was truly sizable.
When Zhang Xiaoshan’s figure appeared, everyone’s gaze turned somewhat strange; they stepped aside to open a path for him, especially families with women who cast hostile looks towards Zhang Xiaoshan.
Zhang Xiaoshan had a bad feeling.
Nine times out of ten, Tao Qian had betrayed him; this setting was definitely for a public trial.
Bracing himself, he walked into the house.
Inside, Wu Damming was sitting in a chair with a cigarette in his mouth.
Tao Qian and Wu Biao stood by his side, while Zhang Ercai crouched on the floor.
The moment Zhang Xiaoshan saw Tao Qian, he knew for sure.
Tao Qian had sold him out.
Tao Qian’s face bore a smug expression, and her eyes brimmed with provocation as she looked at Zhang Xiaoshan.
Damn this bitch, he should have slapped her harder this morning, if he had known he should have pinned her to the ground and given her a good beating.
"Chief, what did you want to see me about?"
Zhang Xiaoshan asked Wu Damming, feigning ignorance with a grin.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, you slept with my wife, I curse your grandmother."
Zhang Ercai, crouched on the ground, pounced towards Zhang Xiaoshan like a mad dog when he saw him.
He threw a punch at Zhang Xiaoshan’s nose.
He certainly couldn’t hurt Zhang Xiaoshan.
Zhang Xiaoshan grabbed Zhang Ercai’s arm, and with one effort, the pain made Zhang Ercai kneel on the ground, howling through gritted teeth.
"Uncle Ercai, if there’s an issue, we should talk about it; why resort to violence?" Zhang Xiaoshan said from above, looking down at Zhang Ercai kneeling on the ground.
Zhang Ercai cursed loudly,
"You stole my woman, I’ll never let this go."
As he spoke, Zhang Ercai tried to attack Zhang Xiaoshan with his other hand, but Zhang Xiaoshan kicked him in the chest, sending Zhang Ercai tumbling backwards.
"Ow, you dare hit me? I’ll fight you to the end." The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Zhang Ercai picked up a kitchen knife from the side and lunged at Zhang Xiaoshan again.
Wu Damming watched indifferently as if he saw nothing at all.
This son of a bitch was obviously looking for private vengeance under the guise of public interest, taking this opportunity to settle a score with Zhang Xiaoshan.
As Zhang Ercai’s kitchen knife descended,
Zhang Xiaoshan certainly wouldn’t just sit there waiting for death; he counter-grappled to control Zhang Ercai’s arm, snatched the kitchen knife, and dragged Zhang Ercai to the table beside Wu Damming.
The kitchen knife in his hand came down heavily towards Zhang Ercai’s wrist.