Xu Baocai looked toward the front of the vehicle.
A motorcycle tricycle was parked across the road, blocking the exit.
There was a person with an icy expression standing in front of the motorcycle tricycle, his gaze coldly fixed on them.
"Oh ho, who's this blind fool who dares to block my way, Xu Baocai? Looks like you're tired of living!" Xu Baocai got out of the car and walked up to Chu Yang.
Xu Baocai took a careful look at Chu Yang and felt that this man seemed unfamiliar: "You're not from our village, are you?"
Chu Yang said icily, "No."
When Xu Baocai heard that Chu Yang wasn't from Shuixi Village, a smile appeared on his lips, and he felt more confident.
As long as Chu Yang wasn't from Shuixi Village, Xu Baocai felt no need to hold back.
Xu Baocai's expression suddenly changed, his eyes fierce and his face ferocious, his tone filled with a strong threat, "Kid, since you're not from our village,"
