Several young inspectors did not stay long.
After delivering the decree, they took the red envelopes given by the village chief and left, leaving only the relieved customers in the teahouse staring at one another in silence.
"All right."
"It's fine now."
The old man was the village chief of Horse Head Slope. After seeing the inspectors off, he returned to reassure everyone:
"It was just an accident."
"I've already sent Little Zhou for treatment."
"Everyone, there's no need to worry."
Little Zhou was the man whose face had been slashed.
"Chief."
"The people from Blood Aversion Island are far too overbearing." Someone spoke with lingering fear.
"Major Factions."
"It's normal."
The village chief comforted them aloud.
You people are pretty overbearing yourselves on a normal day.
Look at you. You tried to start a fight over a disagreement, only to run into an iron plate, didn't you?
Those young people had indeed spoken with barbs and sarcasm. But what sort of people were the villagers of Horse Head Slope? How could he, their chief, not know? He himself was no good either.
Still, he could not say that aloud.
It would affect their unity.
After reassuring the people in the teahouse once more, the village chief hurried away with his subordinates. He planned to post Jiang Qiao's portrait in the most conspicuous, busiest place in the village.
"Looking for me?"
In a corner of the teahouse, Jiang Qiao had watched the farce with great interest.
Who would have thought?
The story would end with them searching for him.
How interesting.
"I killed people from Blood Aversion Island, but they never retaliated. Looks like they went to investigate my background." Jiang Qiao lifted his teacup and took a noisy sip.
"They went to the Supernatural World."
"I wonder which