"Get in the car first."
Song Guanchao whispered.
He had made thorough preparations last night because he was worried about accidents.
But he thought the other side wouldn't dare to be too blatant.
Yet he still underestimated this group's shamelessness.
And overestimated their sense of the rule of law.
In these remote rural places, when issues arose, they were resolved with fists, not with law.
"Madman, go get some tools."
"Platoon leader? Aren't we leaving?"
"There's no rush, let's see how it plays out first."
"Got it."
Excited to have a fight, Lu Feng turned and dashed into the old woman's house. Ignoring her shouting and blocking, he grabbed a hoe and iron shovel leaning against the wall and left.
During it all, an old man thought to intervene but was frightened off by a look from Lu Feng.
"Platoon leader, here."
Song Guanchao took the iron shovel and weighed it.
This thing is good.
