"Dad, go over there, that's where you sign up for the village chief."
At this moment, Zhao Yang was right beside Zhao Yishan, his gaze landing on Li Xingkui's face, just as their eyes met, sparks flew instantaneously, Li Xingkui's eyes revealing intense hatred, while Zhao Yang had a trace of cold cruelty amidst his indifference.
Zhao Yang was in a much better state of mind than Li Xingkui, as the saying goes: the man with nothing to lose doesn't fear the man with shoes. They both had made up their minds that even if it meant getting badly beaten up, they would bring Li Xingkui down from his high horse!
But Li Xingkui had been the village head for over twenty years, and even if his old man lost this time, there was no disgrace, if things didn't work out, they could simply try again in three years; after all, Zhao Yang was determined to make Li Xingkui lose sleep over the next half month!
