The villagers, seeing the dark mass of people outside, couldn't help feeling some fear. Those who had been clamoring to fight with Zhao Zihang earlier now quieted down significantly, shutting their mouths and not daring to utter a word.
"A bunch of cowards," Zhao Zihang said proudly.
His proud gaze turned to Chu Yang and, addressing him again, he said, "Chu Yang, I'm giving you another chance. As long as you kneel down and lick my shoes clean of mud..."
"...and compensate for the 20,000-dollar shoulder bag of my girlfriend that you guys ruined, I'll let you off."
Liu Xiaoyan sneered, "This is your only chance, oh, if you miss it, begging for mercy later will be useless."
Chu Yang's face was expressionless, his demeanor indifferent, "It seems you all have decided not to do as I said."
Zhao Zihang suddenly became furious, swinging a hand towards Chu Yang, "You fucking ungrateful, all this nonsense."
