"Uncle Fugui."
Wang Quezi's expression was extremely grim.
Trembling, he limped to Wang Fugui and, with his head hung low, dared not speak much.
*Slap!*
A crisp sound.
Without a word, Wang Fugui swung his arm and delivered a fierce slap, sending Wang Quezi flying.
"You beast, you've disgraced our village!"
Wang Fugui was furious, his whole body trembling.
He didn't stop at the slap; he followed up with kick after kick, sending Wang Quezi rolling on the ground.
Chang Mao and the rest of the hooligans watched, stunned.
Who was this old man?
Despite his age, he had such a temper, beating Wang Quezi like a dog!
"What are you doing?"
"Why are you hitting him!"
"Old Wang is my brother, if you hit him, you're crossing me!"
The group of hooligans surrounded them, rolling up their sleeves to help Wang Quezi.
"Get lost!"
Wang Fugui roared, "You bunch of sons of bitches, you're dirtying my eyes!"
Hearing this, Chang Mao immediately got angry, "Old man, how dare you curse at us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several people rushed out of an office on the east side.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"On Wangjia Village's territory, who dares to act wild?"
"Behave yourselves!"
Chang Mao and the others were startled at first, but upon seeing that the newcomers were all around fifty years old, they relaxed.
"Old Wang, we're done with your business. We won't help people like you, who are ungrateful for kindness!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chang Mao called out, then turned to leave.
Wang Fugui immediately shouted, "Close the main gate, don't let any of them escape!"
"Yes, Old Wang."
Wang Liang responded and rushed to close the main gate first.
Chang Mao stopped in his tracks, turned around, pointed at Wang Fugui, and cursed, "Old man, what do you think you can do to me?"
"Hmph!"
Wang Fugui snorted coldly, then walked towards Chang Mao step by step.
Chang Mao chuckled, "Oh, you want to fight? Damn it, I won't stand for it!"
Although he was short, Wang Fugui was old with white hair and beard, so he wasn't afraid at all.
He even thought that with seven or eight tenths of his strength, he could send Wang Fugui to the crematorium!
So, using about five or six tenths of his strength, he threw a punch towards Wang Fugui's left cheek.
Lin Fan's heart leaped when he saw this.
He quickly raised his finger, intending to release a stream of purple energy to repel Chang Mao.
But at this moment, something surprising happened.
He saw Wang Fugui grab Chang Mao's fist.
Wang Fugui used a subtle technique.
He used Chang Mao's momentum, drawing his arm back and in, pulling Chang Mao closer.
At the same time, he tripped him, causing Chang Mao to lose his balance and stumble.
Then, he lifted his leg, and his knee struck Chang Mao's nose.
*Bang!*
A muffled sound.
Chang Mao's face was a mess, and blood gushed from his nose.
Wang Fugui wasn't finished.
He grabbed Chang Mao by the hair, pulling up the dazed Chang Mao who was seeing stars.
"I've been to the battlefield, I killed over a dozen enemies by myself. With you, you still want to fight me?"
Chang Mao couldn't hear a single word Wang Fugui was saying.
At this moment, Chang Mao only knew that his face was in pain, and his nose bridge might be broken.
Tears streamed down his face, and his heart was filled with fear.
The group of hooligans, seeing this, retreated in fear.
None of them expected that an unremarkable old man would be so skilled, incapacitating Chang Mao in almost the blink of an eye.
"Crouch here!"
Wang Fugui released his grip, and Chang Mao collapsed onto the ground.
Lin Fan was greatly surprised.
He had been about to make a move, but he hadn't expected this outcome.
"Who else is not convinced?"
Wang Fugui walked forward a few steps with his hands behind his back.
The group of hooligans turned pale with fear and retreated hastily.
They were usually boisterous, but in reality, they were all bullies who picked on the weak.
"Uncle, we were wrong, please spare us."
One of the hooligans repeatedly clasped his hands, begging, "It was Wang Fu who suggested it, and Chang Mao who hired us. It has nothing to do with us!"
"We didn't do anything, really..."
Wang Fugui waved his hand, interrupting them, "Come here, all of you, and squat on the ground."
The hooligans looked at each other, then meekly walked over and squatted in a row.
Lin Fan activated his Purple Eye spiritual vision and looked at Wang Fugui.
He saw a mass of black and red gas above Wang Fugui's head.
The black was likely malevolent energy!
And the red was most likely blood energy!
As expected of a veteran who had killed over a dozen enemies!
Years after leaving the battlefield, the blood and malevolent energy still lingered. Impressive!
Wang Fugui then walked up to Wang Quezi and snorted, "Get up!"
These three simple words almost scared Wang Quezi to death.
Wang Quezi, clutching half his face, grimaced as he got up from the ground and confessed, "Uncle Fugui, I was wrong."
*Slap!*
A crisp sound.
Wang Fugui backhanded him, slapping Wang Quezi's right cheek.
"Instead of raising your pigs properly, why are you mixing with these riff-raff?"
Wang Fugui's eyebrows were furrowed, his tone full of disappointment.
"Uncle Fugui, I won't dare again, I won't dare."
Blood trickled from Wang Fugui's lips, but he didn't dare to wipe it away.
Tian Mengyao, standing at the office door, was extremely anxious.
This was too outrageous!
Even a village secretary shouldn't hit people randomly!
Although Tian Mengyao thought this, as an outsider, she felt it inappropriate to intervene.
"Get out of here!"
Wang Fugui kicked Wang Quezi, then walked towards Chang Mao.
He approached Chang Mao and asked, "How old are you?"
"Thir-, thirty-five."
Chang Mao's voice trembled, and his face was deathly pale.
"Thirty-five, and you're still like this?"
Wang Fugui grabbed Chang Mao by the hair and pulled him up, "The sage said, 'At thirty, one should establish himself.' Instead of staying home to support your parents and starting a family, what are you trying to prove by being like this?"
After speaking, Wang Fugui delivered two fierce slaps to Chang Mao's face.
Chang Mao's entire face instantly became red and swollen.
He lowered his head and tried to defend himself, "I, I don't have a wife or children, and..."
"Useless!"
Wang Fugui kicked him to the ground, "Squat down!"
"How old are you?"
"I'm thirty-four. I have no parents, no wife or children, just a bachelor."
This hooligan looked up at Wang Fugui and smiled ingratiatingly.
"Living like this, and you still have the nerve to smile?"
Wang Fugui directly kicked him to the ground.
"And you?"
Wang Fugui asked them one by one, and each hooligan received a hard kick.
None of them dared to utter a sound, let alone fight back.
After teaching them a lesson, Wang Fugui sighed, "In the old days, for people like you, beating you to death would have been on the house!"