A sea of taxis as far as the eye can see

  The white Jetta was still in the lead, speeding over with a loud screeching sound, and suddenly slammed on the brakes. The Jetta skidded to a stop sideways in front of everyone, all four doors opening at the same time. Four men emerged from inside, each holding a machete and wearing sunglasses.

  Next was an old Honda Accord and a brand new Mazda6, which also stopped abruptly in front of the Jetta. Behind them was an endless stream of red Santana taxis arriving one after another.

  The sound of car doors opening and closing was incessant, with three or four people emerging from each vehicle, all dressed in neat and tidy attire - T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. These were Bai Xiaoshuai's men, or they wore white shirts, black trousers, and black leather shoes, which were the security guards from Zhicheng Garden.

  The trunk of the car was opened, and Bei Xiaoshuai walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, pulling out a large pile of pickaxes, steel pipes, and long-handled fire axes. The brothers came over one by one to take their tools.

  The villagers were all stunned, including the four Zhu brothers, and even Zhang was left speechless. Although they were well-respected in the village of Dahe, this was still a first for them.

  More than sixty young men stopped here, and the situation changed immediately. The seventeen or eighteen people called by Zhu's family were in an awkward position, neither fighting nor not fighting, looking very depressed. Zhu's second child was a tall and gloomy man, seeing this situation, he took out his mobile phone and started making a call.

  Liu Ziguang sneered and knew he was making a call to Zhu Suo Chang, so be it.

  Surrounded by others, but was surrounded by others instead. Bei Xiaoshuai walked over with a pickaxe in his hand, roughly pushing aside several of the Zhu family's thugs, and asked Liu Ziguang: "Brother Guang, haven't I come too late?"

  "It's okay, just right." Liu Ziguang took out a cigarette from Zhongnanhai and handed it to Bei Xiaoshuai, pointing at the Zhu brothers and saying: "These few kids got your brother Zhi Jun locked up in the police station for 20 days, what do you think should be done about this?"

  "What else can we do? Fight it out!" Be Xiao Shuai said with a glare.

  Zhu Lao Er's nickname is Zhu Chang Hu, the most promising of the four brothers in the Zhu family. He contracted the sand quarry in the village and had a lot of money on hand. His social connections were also relatively extensive, and Zhu Suo was his sworn brother.

  This time, only a dozen or so people came over, purely underestimating the situation. Originally thought that Lao Wang's family were all honest and kind-hearted, didn't expect to have strong reinforcements in the city, with just one phone call, fifty or sixty people came over. But as the saying goes, even a powerful dragon cannot suppress the snake in its own backyard. Outsiders thinking they can bully the Zhu family, no way!

  Just now he made two phone calls, one to the sand quarry to call his own workers to come and calm down the scene, and the other was to Old Zhu at the township police station, who is actually a close relative of his, absolutely his own person, and they have been in contact with each other many times before.

  Zhu Chang's mouth corners rose with a hint of smile, these outsiders really ate leopard gall, daring to make trouble in Zhu Wang Village, the Zhu family is a big surname, if they really start fighting, can the villagers just stand by and watch? Come on, who the hell fears you?

  Thinking of this, he stood up straight, tore open his shirt buttons to reveal a strip of black chest hair, and pointed at Liu Ziguang: "I, Zhu Changhu, put my words here. One for one, no one can leave. Today I will beat you to death if I don't die myself, or else my surname is not Zhu."

  Liu Ziguang and Bei Xiaoshuai exchanged a glance, grinned, and Bei Xiaoshuai twisted his waist, using the force to swing the hard hoe handle in his hand. It hit Zhu Laoer's forehead with a loud "crack". The man let out a strange cry and fell to the ground, clutching his leg.

  Both sides have drawn their swords, nerves stretched taut. Bai Xiaoshuai's move was like firing the signal flare, and nearly eighty sturdy laborers on the scene brandished their clubs and joined the fray, creating a chaotic scene of people running wildly in all directions.

  Lao Cun Zhang Qi Shu, with a weak and feeble force, was trying to hold on to one person while another slipped away. Just as he was beating his chest in frustration, a sudden blow from behind knocked him to the ground. The scene was chaotic, but no one noticed who had struck the sinister blow.

  It was already noon, time to eat lunch at the stall, but the people of Zhuwang Village had no mind to sit at home and eat, they all carried their bowls and ran to watch the fight. Fortunately, the rural area was spacious, enough for them to open up, otherwise they would have been mistakenly injured or splashed with blood.

  The scene of fellow villagers indignantly lending a helping hand did not appear as Zhu Laoer had expected. Previously, he misjudged the situation - this was not outsiders bullying locals, but rather a dispute over homestead land between the Wang and Zhu families. Both the Wangs and Zhus were old households in Zhuwang Village, so there was no question of taking sides. Moreover, Principal Wang's family was usually so amiable, it was rare for them to stand up for themselves. In their hearts, the fellow villagers all hoped that the Wangs would win and take down a peg the arrogance of the four Zhu brothers.

  So, the villagers not only didn't come to help fight, but instead held their rice bowls, eating and watching the group beating with relish, occasionally commenting with professional eyes, happy as if it were a New Year's celebration.

  The reinforcements from the sand field did not arrive, and only one tractor came quietly to the village entrance. There were a few boys with sticks on it, who saw a long line of cars here, dozens of people fighting in a big scene, and they ran away in a dejected manner with the tractor.

  Zhu Changhu covered his shin bone with a painful expression, tears streaming down his face as he hugged his phone and wailed: "Jian Ge, hurry up and come, I won't be able to hold on!"

  "Director Zhu's impatient response came from the other end: 'The municipal bureau leaders are here for inspection, I'm in a meeting, hang up first!'"

  Listening to the busy tone, Zhu Lao Er was so angry that he smashed his phone into pieces: "Zhu Gang Jian, I curse your ancestors!"

  The four brothers of the Zhu family brought helpers, all of whom were sworn brothers. Birds of a feather flock together, and these guys were no exception - they were all rural rascals and second-rate thugs who fought with their lives on the line. Unfortunately, this time they ran into real tough guys.

  Wang Zhijun is a man who was already famous in the village for his physical strength before joining the army, able to carry 200 jin of flour sacks on his shoulders with ease. After enlisting, he was selected to join the airborne troops and became a soldier. The idea that he fed pigs for three years is purely a joke. Not just anyone can wear the golden parachute badge.

  This kind of national machine training is not comparable to ordinary rural rascals, the various suppressions and helplessness after retiring from the army, as well as the humiliation and oppression received after returning home, all burst out at this moment. Wang Zhijun swung an iron shovel like a fierce tiger, as if entering a no-man's land, his skin was thick and he could withstand one or two blows without any problem, but whoever got hit by him would fall to the ground immediately.

  "This momentum, even Liu Ziguang in the back couldn't help but exclaim: 'Zhijun, didn't you say you'd only hit four? Leave two for your brother too!'"

  This time, Liu Ziguang called in sixty people from the city, forty of whom were security guards from Zhicheng Garden. As soon as Director Liu gave the order, everyone rushed to the scene immediately, didn't say a word, and set off by car. They sped all the way to Nantai County without any delay.

  There are still twenty people who are Bei Xiaoshuai's men, and it turns out that this young master is not easy to deal with. Although there are many people under his command, more than half of them are middle school students who are still in school, so they can't skip class in the morning. They can only call up some dropouts, but early in the morning is when these night owls make up for lost sleep. However, as soon as they heard that Liu Lao Da blew his whistle, they all got up immediately. These twenty people are also street fighters who have been trained through battles.

  Sixty young men in their prime, versus eighteen old rascals who were all bark and no bite. The outcome was predictable. A few quick-witted ones dropped their clubs and ran away with their tails between their legs. The foolish ones who insisted on fighting with their iron rods were beaten to the ground by a flurry of sticks, and had their bodies trampled and kicked by over a dozen feet, screaming in agony.

  The four Zhu brothers were the most miserable. First, Zhu Lao Er was knocked down by Bei Xiao Shuai with a single spade, then Zhu Lao Si was hit by Wang Zhi Jun with an iron shovel. Zhu Lao San was the strongest, wearing Adidas and Nike shoes, holding a pair of nunchucks, trying to imitate Bruce Lee. As a result, he couldn't even imitate Jay Chou, and was hit on the wrist by Wang Zhi Jun's stick, causing the nunchucks to fly out of his hand. Wang Zhi Jun wasn't satisfied with just hitting him with the stick, so he threw away the iron shovel and grabbed Zhu Lao San's neck from behind with one hand, while making a fist with the other hand and punching his abdomen hard.

  The iron palm that was practiced for three years in the army is not a joke, a few vicious hooks punched Zhu Lao San's body like a lobster, and his mouth corner was bleeding, it can be seen that he didn't hit lightly.

  Wang Zhijun charged forward, Bai Xiaoshuai and the others followed behind to clean up the battlefield. Zhu Jia Lao Da saw that things were not going well, just as he was about to run back home, someone kicked him over, pressed him to the ground and gave him a good beating.

  But in just three minutes, the fight was over, with a mess all over the ground, sticks and clubs scattered everywhere, Zhu's henchmen lying on the ground, several Songhua River bread cars were smashed, tires punctured, glass shattered, the loss was extremely severe.

  Suddenly, Liu Ziguo saw the old village chief lying on the ground and hastily called out to Ma Chao: "Quickly, take him to the hospital!"

  The villagers then noticed the old village chief bleeding from the back of his head, and they rushed to help him, carrying him into a car and driving to the rural health clinic.

  "Who the hell laid hands on him? They even beat up an old man!" Liu Ziguang pointed at the crowd and asked.

  No one said a word.

  "Damn it! Let you see the truth." Liu Ziguang spat fiercely, but in fact, he didn't see clearly who did it either. Maybe someone on their side accidentally hurt the old village chief, and that's also possible.

  The group fight is over, but the two families are not done yet. Liu Ziguang is a law-abiding person and won't let people go to Zhu Changlong's house to smash and loot. Instead, he calls his brothers into Wang Zhijun's courtyard and lines them up along the wall.

  A group of young men clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, waiting for the boss's order. Liu Ziguang jumped onto a low earth wall and shouted: "One, two, three, push!"

  Dozens of young shoulders simultaneously crashed into the red brick wall, once, twice, three times, four times, finally, with a loud crash, the newly built brick wall collapsed, and Zhu's courtyard was filled with smoke and dust, all were powder and debris, choking people to breathe.

  Zhu Lao Da's daughter-in-law had long been hiding in the house, trembling with fear. The once fiercely overbearing woman was now completely intimidated and didn't dare to come out and scold people on the street.

  "Zhi Jun, contact the bricklayer and the nearby brick factory. The brothers won't leave, they'll help you build the new house!" Liu Ziguang said standing on the low wall with great enthusiasm.