An hour later, three hefty Dongfeng trucks roared in, their horns blasting deafeningly as if fearing others wouldn't know they had arrived. Luo Zheng, upon hearing someone notify him of this, exchanged glances with everyone and hurried to the village entrance. From a distance, he saw that the newcomers were numerous and some of them were carrying hunting rifles, which startled him. Luo Zheng quickly gestured to the villagers to hide inside their houses to avoid getting hurt.
Luo Hu, holding a machete, watched coldly as the three Dongfeng trucks approached closer and closer, his thick eyebrows knitted, his eyes fierce, and a murderous aura bursting forth from him, he murmured in a low voice, "They've brought guns. It looks like the biggest underworld force from the county is here. How about you?"
"Don't worry, it's just a small scene," Luo Zheng said with an indifferent smirk. "Dad, you back us up and watch how your son avenges you."
