"Damn it! Since you started the fight, don’t blame us for not holding back!"
One of the villagers suddenly fell down, and the other villagers mistakenly thought the guests had made the first move. After someone shouted angrily, the rest of the villagers immediately surrounded the guests.
"If you don’t listen when we talk nicely, don’t blame me for using my foot!" Sang Ning, who didn’t want to use her hands, directly kicked a person.
At this point, the situation had escalated beyond a peaceful resolution. Sang Ning had no choice but to rely on violence to ensure the guests’ safety.
Director Sun was so anxious that he threw up his hands. He had already called the police, but the nearest station was at the foot of the mountain. The police would take time to arrive.
Seeing the guests at a disadvantage, Director Sun gritted his teeth, adopting a desperate stance, and shouted loudly, "Stop filming! Production crew, every man who’s able to breathe, get over here and fight these rascals with us!"
Just before the livestream cut off, internet users started flooding the comment section:
[Next time, Director Sun better invite a fortune teller before filming. This is already the second time the guests have been caught up in illegal disputes.]
[I don’t know if it’s because he’s spent too much time with Sang Ning, but I feel like Director Sun now carries some gangster vibes, daring to lead the crew into a fight with others.]
[The male crew members are already fighting. What about the female crew members? Can one of the brave ladies give us a real-time broadcast of the battlefield?]
The villagers and the guests were holding back—they didn’t dare inflict serious harm on one another.
But since things had escalated this far, no one was willing to back down or beg for mercy, which caused the fight to become increasingly deadlocked.
No one knew how long the chaos lasted, but just as everyone was fighting amidst dust and confusion, a sharp voice from a loudspeaker pierced the air.
"Police! Everyone freeze and don’t move!"
Hearing the word "police," everyone immediately stopped their actions and turned to look in the direction of the voice.
A man in plain clothes stood on a wooden stump that he had somehow dragged out from somewhere, holding a loudspeaker as he shouted at the crowd.
Beside him stood another man of roughly the same age, but there wasn’t a single sign of actual police officers near them.
"Officer Shen Fang!" Song Shiye recognized the familiar face on the stump and shouted excitedly.
That shout was the worst move. As soon as Song Shiye yelled, the villagers’ expressions instantly darkened.
"Oh, great! You have some nerve, even daring to bring in someone pretending to be a cop!"
"Drag the guy from the stump and his buddy over here for a beating!"
As soon as Shen Fang was seized by three or four villagers, he was completely bewildered.
This was his first time experiencing such a fiasco on duty. Even without his police uniform, shouldn’t his aura as a law-abiding officer still be evident?
"I’m warning you all—attacking an officer is against the law!" Shen Fang warned the villagers.
But the only response he got was a few synchronized cold laughs: "Officer? Got any credentials? If you can just say you’re an officer, then everyone here can claim they’re cops too!"
This stumped Shen Fang. He was on purposefully scheduled leave—who carries their work ID while on vacation?
"Li Juezhou, can’t you say something?" Shen Fang turned his head to look around, but there was no trace of him.
When he turned back, he saw that Li Juezhou was already wrestling with someone.
When had the once-calm and composed squad captain become so impulsive?
Shen Fang sighed deeply and then lifted his head again, his gaze completely cold.
"Since you’ve assaulted an officer, I won’t hold back!"
Originally, they were here to mediate the conflict, but both Shen Fang and Li Juezhou found themselves drawn into it against their will.
"If you don’t stop fighting, I’ll die right here in front of you—" Another heart-wrenching shout came through a loudspeaker.
Once again, everyone stopped to look, and Grandpa Chen was now standing on the wooden stump, holding a loudspeaker in one hand while pressing a small knife against his neck with the other.
The villagers were so startled their hair stood on end. This time, they finally yielded, completely halting their actions; two or three of them hurriedly went up to help Grandpa Chen off the stump.
At this moment, Li Juezhou staggered back a few steps while clutching his chest, his face pale and sickly.
He was standing right beside Sang Ning, who quickly caught him as he was about to fall: "Are you okay? Weren’t you doing okay in the fight earlier?"
Li Juezhou weakly shook his head, forcing a smile: "It’s nothing—a kick landed on my chest. I just need to catch my breath."
At once, Sang Ning looked up toward the villager who had tangled with Li Juezhou earlier and coldly berated him: "Brother, that wasn’t cool of you! Fighting is one thing, but going for a vital area is low!"
The villager being glared at by Sang Ning opened his mouth slightly, falling into self-doubt. Hadn’t he been pinned by the man the whole time earlier?
When had he managed to kick him, and why did he have no memory of it?
"I—" Just as the villager was about to explain, he caught a glimpse of a sinister glare. The explanation stuck in his throat, and he swallowed the words back down.
When Sang Ning wasn’t looking, Li Juezhou’s face was full of a chilling and intimidating aura. It was terrifying enough to make anyone avoid confrontation.
But as soon as he turned to Sang Ning, he became visibly frail again: "I think my heart feels a bit off. Could you help me to the side to rest for a while?"
Sang Ning glanced at him, meeting his gaze. She saw a hidden resilience in his eyes, along with a trace of worry as if he feared his request was unreasonable and might be rejected.
Caught off guard by that expression, Sang Ning unexpectedly felt a strange protective urge rising within herself.
"For someone who was a cop, how is your physical condition this poor?" Sang Ning kept her face impassive and her words blunt, but her tone was unexpectedly gentle.
Even as she mocked him verbally, her actions showed care—her right hand supported his arm while her left arm wrapped around his waist to help him move toward a spacious area.
They had barely taken a few steps when another rushed figure came into view.
"Mr. Sang, you don’t need to trouble yourself—I’ll handle it."
Shen Fang nodded in gratitude toward Sang Ning before carefully taking Li Juezhou from her grasp. His tone carried obvious concern: "Azhou, what happened to you?"
That couldn’t be right. Since leaving the police force, when had Li Juezhou’s abilities become so lackluster?
The arm Shen Fang was using to support Li Juezhou was suddenly grabbed tightly, the steady pressure growing steadily stronger.
Shen Fang glanced down and saw Li Juezhou gripping his forearm tightly, the veins on his knuckles faintly pulsing.
When Shen Fang looked up again, he noticed Li Juezhou’s narrow eyes slightly squinting, his gaze indecipherable.
"Azhou, why are your injuries so serious that even your hands are trembling?"
With a serious frown, Shen Fang cautiously helped Li Juezhou to a nearby spot and said in a worried tone, "Better safe than sorry—you should go to the hospital for a check-up."