The well-known Boss of the farmhouse had been pinned down to the ground by a few young people, and his ever-present snake basket was overturned. Yu Minglang went over and spoke up to stop these people's brutal behavior.
"Stop!"
Crouched on the ground, Zhiming covered his head. Xiao Qian also ran over and squatted down to talk to him.
"Are you all right?"
Zhiming didn't answer, just hugged his head with his shoulders trembling.
"Who the hell are you?" Several young people glanced at Yu Minglang. From their dress and appearance, they looked like staff from other farmhouses in the scenic area. One of them even wore a white apron covered in oil stains.
"Who I am is not important. What matters is that we are all neighbors here. Why resort to violence when we can talk it out?"
Yu Minglang's words did not stop these people from their brutality. The leader sneered and pointed at the twitching Zhiming on the ground and mocked him.
