Afternoon.
The fog-shrouded road was deathly quiet.
More than a dozen people lay sprawled across the bloodstained ground. Some had passed out, while others were still groaning in pain. The scene was rather horrifying. There were not many cars on this road, but people did pass through from time to time. A truck and a family sedan came up from behind, but upon seeing nearly twenty people lying in the road ahead, both drivers slammed on their brakes and hurriedly turned around to take another route. They probably thought it was some gang fight and wanted no part of the trouble.
In front of the Land Rover.
People lay all around within a few meters. Since Dong Xuebin had not moved a single step earlier, the eighteen or nineteen people he had knocked down were all piled up here.
Dong Xuebin stood in the middle, looking rather frightening, though his expression remained calm and indifferent, as if he had merely done something utterly ordinary. Seeing the middle-aged villager with a stick shoved into his mouth groaning in pain, he gently lifted the stick.
"Talk."
"Mm... ah!"
"Who sent you?"
"N-no... hiss... no!"
"You think I'm a child you can fool? Heh, if no one had told you to come disgust us, would people like you really have the guts to block our car? Hmm?"
"...Mm! Really, no one did!"
"Still refusing to talk? Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet."
Dong Xuebin lightly gestured with the stick.
Seeing that he was about to strike again, the middle-aged villager, blood dripping from his mouth, shuddered in terror.
But then Jiang Fangfang suddenly spoke from behind him. "County Chief Dong."
Dong Xuebin coughed, only then remembering that he was now the executive deputy county chief, not someone from the Public Security