"Since Dad said so, what else could Zhou Dalang do? He had no choice but to obey."
With that, he rolled up his sleeves and charged forward.
The three of them knew martial arts, and seeing the situation spiral out of control, they first kicked someone to the ground, which was like poking a hornet's nest.
Seeing them act, the people in the courtyard swung their fists and grabbed wooden sticks and hoes to rush forward and beat them, while those outside tried to squeeze in.
Mr. Zhuang, pale with shock at the sight of so many people, feared that before the three could act, they would hurt themselves. He quickly called for everyone to calm down, for those outside to disperse, and for those inside to retreat. They couldn't all be crammed together.
In Qili Village, Mr. Zhuang held great prestige. When he shouted so loudly, those who heard him couldn't help but take a few steps back.
