Zhang Xiaoshan spent some time treating Little White Tiger.
By the time he arrived at the village hall, the small square was already crowded with over a hundred people.
In such incidents, the village united like never before.
Not a single man backed down; everyone was armed with knives and pitchforks.
The dozen members of the village protection team were even holding hunting rifles.
Wu Daming stood on the small platform used for raising the flag, his face grim.
"Village chief, let's fight that beast," someone said.
"Right, we must slaughter it," another agreed.
Li Erniu, who was always eager to prove his toughness, was particularly enthusiastic.
Wu Biao, the captain of the protection team, was no less determined.
"Uncle, my sheep were eaten; I won't let that beast off the hook," he proclaimed.
"Just give the order already, are we going to fight it or what?" he demanded.
Yet some with fainter hearts spoke up.
