"I don't know any Wang Family, I'm just a person from this village. Release the girl immediately, or you'll wish you had," Liu Bingqing said with a low voice, his gaze piercing as he stared at the three bandits.
On hearing this, the once tense bandits relaxed momentarily.
Zhao Lao Da's taut expression morphed into a mocking sneer,
"Kid, if you don't stick to your farming, are you tired of living by meddling in others' affairs?"
"Just a stinking farmer dares to meddle in the affairs of us three, you're fucking courting death!"
"Next year this day will be your memorial, kid. In your next life remember not to be a busybody," the three bandits chimed in one after another, sneering at Zhang Xiaomeng with disdain.
In their eyes, Zhang Xiaomeng was nothing but a farmer, while they were all desperate fugitives with countless crimes to their names.
Dealing with such an ignorant youngster was merely a trivial matter for them.
