Outside the house.
Yang Wei led a group of bare-chested men into Yang Jinghai's yard.
Tang Huai counted, including Yang Wei, a total of nine people had come!
There were young ones, middle-aged ones, each one tanned dark by the sun.
Some carried poles, others wielded machetes, their fierce and ghastly appearance made it clear they came to fight.
Yang Wei, who had been kicked by Jing Xuan, was very resentful. After returning to the village, he called a few close cronies and several men who fancied his sister, to come and settle accounts with Jing Xuan.
He alone feared Jing Xuan, but now with eight others, he didn't believe that nine men couldn't handle one lousy kid.
After crippling this lousy kid, the girl who came with him would be at his mercy, awesome!
"Yang Wei, what are you doing bringing so many people here?" Yang Jinghai and Jing Xuan had just finished plucking the duck feathers, ready to ask Tang Huai to cook them something tasty.
