His eyes bulging with rage, he shouted until he was hoarse.
The kitchen knife he waved gleamed, its cold light reflecting menacingly.
The old man on the rooftop radiated a murderous aura, flushing a vivid red.
It was as though the onlookers below had already started demolishing his home.
But in reality...
Neither the police officers nor the medical staff, including the demolition workers and villagers, had stepped foot into his courtyard.
After listening for a while, Wu Jie felt that aside from shouting and screaming, the old man hadn't proposed any concrete demands.
"Who is this guy? Why doesn't he agree to the demolition?" Wu Jie asked curiously.
Chu Yunxuan sighed silently.
"This old man is Meng Dacheng. He was a notorious ruffian in his youth, known for his drinking and irritable, unreasonable nature!"
"This highway of ours needs to occupy his newly built house, the orchard behind the mountain, and the paddy field in front of the courtyard!"
