People in small places eat and drink a lot when they have a little money, and then they become fat, and then they like to be bald to make themselves look awesome and domineering.

So at a glance, you can tell that the leaders are the four or five fat bald men with gold chains hanging around their necks.

The people brought by the other party all seem to be gangsters. To put it bluntly, they are young people who have no brains and do things regardless of the cost. These people have no knowledge and skills, want to make quick money, and are too lazy to endure hardship, so they are beautiful.

It's called a gangster society with a sense of loyalty, but in fact they are all scum.

However, these people really do not care about the cost when they start fighting. If they start a fight, the villagers will definitely not be able to defeat them. After all, they are all young and middle-aged people. It is more complicated here.

In terms of combat effectiveness comparison, it's as if this is a regular army and this is a miscellaneous army.

A few capable people in the village stand at the front. The so-called prestige means that only those who can stand up at this time have prestige and will be convinced by everyone, so they are considered capable people.

"Everyone doesn't want to live anymore, right? Do you believe that I hospitalized the entire village in your village today?"

One of the sheep traders with a big gold chain stood up, pointed at the villagers and said arrogantly, holding a watermelon knife in his hand.

"Today I will let you know who sets the rules here!"

Another sheep trader also stood up and said coaxingly.

"Sorry, I set the rules!"
Chapter completed!