Late morning.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Dong Xuebin's heart rose to his throat again and again, his expression growing increasingly grim as he rapidly directed the Street Office staff in the alley to evacuate the residents.
Drip, drip. Blood was still running down from his forehead.
"Director, hurry and bandage it first!" Zhou Yanru urgently handed him a handkerchief.
Dong Xuebin waved his hand. "Speed up the evacuation! Don't worry about me! Get everyone moving faster!"
How could he have time to deal with his wound? The time was getting closer and closer!
Most of the residents in the alley had been taken away one after another under *** Comrade's forceful approach. Those who resisted fiercely were handcuffed directly. For elderly people with limited mobility, Dong Xuebin immediately had Street Office staff go help them along. Then he checked his watch again and again.
Hurry!
Faster!
Gradually, most of the people had been evacuated.
Only Old Cheng's family stubbornly remained. Old Cheng, around seventy years old, stood blocking the courtyard gate with his cane raised. Anyone who approached got struck with it. His son and daughter-in-law stood beside him, supporting him. Given Old Cheng's age, the Street Office staff did not dare forcibly seize him, afraid something might go wrong. After Peng Gang led people to clear out the last two households, he looked to Dong Xuebin for instructions.
Dong Xuebin said, "How many households are left?"
"They're all gone." Peng Gang glanced at the courtyard across from them. "Just their family."
Old Cheng's beard trembled with rage. "Let's see who dares come over! As long as I'm here, no one is making my family move today!"
Some of the residents who had been brought out, seeing that the situation could not be changed, tried to persuade him.