C160 (2/2)

”…”

All of the words were directed at Zhang Wenzhong, who looked at the twenty odd people in the courtyard with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Yitian's move was really brilliant, and caught Zhang Wenzhong off guard.

What do we do now? Zhang Wenzhong didn't know either. Yesterday, he was brimming with confidence, thinking that Zhang Yitian had definitely fallen head first. But now, the one who fell head first seems to be him.

How could he explain this to these people? He couldn't just let them surround his house, right?

”Why are you all panicking? Look at all of your morals. I think this is Zhang Yitian's scheme! How could he have acquired so much land overnight? ”

Zhang Wenzhong's words were somewhat bewitching, and after a few people heard his words, they also hesitated and whispered to each other.

However, amongst the 20 some people, there were a few who were determined not to listen to Zhang Wenzhong.

”Come on, we'll probably listen to you. Even if we regret our actions, it will be useless!”

”No?” Listening to your blind analysis here, you might as well ask for Zhang Yitian's help, you two have even gone as far as to call for your uncles, who knows what kind of heart you might have in order to harm Zhang Yitian … ”

”That's right, we won't listen to him anymore. Let's go, we might as well go and beg Zhang Yitian …”

”Go …” ”Let's go …”

Zhang Wenzhong wanted to stop them, but more than ten people had already walked out of the courtyard.

The remaining dozen or so people also looked at each other hesitantly.

Zhang Wenzhong was enraged by the scolding of the few people just now, and now he even had thoughts of slashing at them!

Looking at the dozen people in front of him, Zhang Wenzhong snorted: ”Why aren't you leaving? Go beg Zhang Yitian? Go beg him humbly? You are truly a bunch of trash, Zhang Yitian abandoning all of you, you truly deserve it! F * ck, trash … What the fuck are you looking at? ”Son of a bitch …”

Zhang Wenzhong was so angry that he pointed at ten people and started to scold them. Actually, he should not have scolded these people. They did not leave, which meant that in his heart, he still trusted you somewhat, Zhang Wenzhong.

A few of them were already angry, but Zhang Wenzhong's scolding had naturally ignited a fuse that lit a dozen of people ablaze.

”Who the f * ck are you cursing at?”

Before Zhang Wenzhong could react, he pointed at the person who asked him about it and scolded him, ”I was f * * king scolding you.

”Fuck you!” Beat him! ”It was all his fucking bad idea. I don't even have a thousand yuan left …”

”Beat...” ”To slap his face — No, slap his mouth, to make him speak carelessly …”

”F * ck, directly beat this son of a b * tch to death!”

”…”

Over a dozen people rolled up their sleeves and pounced towards Zhang Wenzhong like tigers eyeing their prey.

With their punches and kicks, this group of people's anger had already reached its peak. Adding on Zhang Wenzhong's continuous cursing, it had only added fuel to the fire.

The group of people all had the intention to beat Zhang Wenzhong to death. Even though Zhang Wenzhong was beaten to a state where he was begging for mercy and was groaning nonstop, they still did not have the intention to stop.

The dozen people fought for more than ten minutes, as though they were all tired of fighting. Furthermore, no one had eaten since early in the morning, and they did not have enough strength, so Zhang Wenzhong finally managed to survive.

”F * ck …” ”I'll forgive you. If you dare speak any nonsense next time, I'll definitely kill you …”

The dozen or so people scattered, and one by one, they ran out of the courtyard. They were not afraid of the consequences, but they were anxious to go to Zhang Yitian's place.

Now that Zhang Yitian had the upper hand, these group of people could finally think it through, so they decided to directly beg him for a bit.

Zhang Wenzhong lay on the ground for a long time. Because he had been beaten up so miserably, there was blood all over his forehead and his shirt that was also full of footprints and blood stains.

Zhang Wenzhong was trembling as he breathed, tears welling up in his purple eyes.

”Zhang...” Zhang Yitian... ”I'll f * * king fight you to the death …”

Zhang Wenzhong laid in the courtyard desolately for a long time. However, it was as if he had set up a market in his house, causing the heads of people to flutter about.

There were at least forty to fifty people in Zhang Yitian's house, and the small courtyard was open. Everyone was talking non-stop, and there was a tinge of panic on their faces.

Zhang Yitian's move was indeed powerful, and directly defeated the entire village's army.

Zhang Yitian was still sleeping, with The Tang Brothers and other weapons guarding outside the door like gods. Li Xiaoling was also a little panicked, and quickly pushed the wheelchair into Zhang Yitian's room, shaking him awake.

”Son, what's going on outside? It seems like the whole village has come to our house? ” Li Xiaoling asked.

Zhang Yitian crawled up and rubbed his eyes, and yawned comfortably: ”It's fine, they're sick!”