"Let's go together!"
"We're from the same village; we can't just let others bully Dashan!"
The villagers followed behind Zhang Xueyi, coming out of the store, each voluntarily standing beside Chen Dashan.
Chen Dashan turned his head to look at these familiar faces, feeling a warm current in his heart, and raised his head to Deng Biao, "Do you have anything to say?"
Sun Xiaolong hid in the crowd, suddenly startled. These words sounded familiar, very familiar indeed!
Deng Biao glanced at the weak and old behind Chen Dashan, sneered, and said, "The protection fee is 200,000, not a cent less today, and also, kneel and kowtow to me, then we'll call it even."
Deng Biao took off his glasses with his hand, squinting his eyes and staring at Chen Dashan.
Chen Dashan said with a smile, "What if I don't agree?"
"Don't agree?"
"It's not up to you not to agree. If you don't agree, I'll cut off your hand tendons or foot tendons today — choose one!"
