Three jeeps roared into town and finally stopped right outside the school.
A group of ruffians wielding steel pipes stepped out of the vehicles, and one man walked to the front jeep, pulling the door open.
Out stepped a man with a cigar in his mouth, a beard covering his face, a burly body, but a limp in his walk.
Seeing this man, the color drained from the faces of all the villagers present, and at that moment, Liu Dashun ran to Ning Fan's side, scared.
"Ning Brother, that's Zhu Ba!" Liu Dashun whispered urgently to Ning Fan, his expression very tense.
With a cigar still hanging from his mouth and a disgustingly smug smile, Zhu Ba strode forward, flanked by a gang of stick-wielding underlings, their presence dominating as they followed him.
The atmosphere plummeted into oppression once again with Zhu Ba's arrival. The villagers recoiled at the sight of him, drawing their heads back in fear.
Except for Ning Fan, everyone present knew of his brutal methods to some extent.
