Chapter 28

Watching the agitated villagers before them, carrying iron picks and raising hoes, the police's first reaction was to protect the victims and the film crew. One experienced old officer even fired a warning shot.

Yet the savagery and violence of these villagers, who had lived in an isolated mountain village for years with almost no contact with the outside world, exceeded the law enforcement officers' imagination. Even after the police fired a warning shot, the villagers still dared to charge forward with their picks.

"What's so special about the police? The police can't take my wife away either!"

"Beat them out!"

"Snatch her back! They wouldn't dare shoot!"

"There's another woman over there. Keep her too. Make her our third son's wife."

Someone in the crowd stirred up trouble amid the chaos. They swung their iron picks and hoes down without a word.

"Fuck, my phone!" Amid the shoving crowd, the two male streamers dropped their phones. One of them nearly had his head smashed by a descending hoe.

At that critical moment, a miserable scream rang out. Feng Yang, standing beside the male streamers, snatched the hoe from a villager's hands and viciously smashed it into the man's shoulder.

The villager only felt a tremendous force strike his shoulder. With a crack, it felt as though his bones had been shattered. Excruciating pain spread from his shoulder through his entire body, and he cried out in agony.

"They're beating people! The police are beating people!"

Like sharks that had smelled blood, the villagers were immediately provoked into a fiercer counterattack by Feng Yang's resistance.

In an instant, at least three hoes chopped down at Feng Yang's head. Yin Li and Feng Fei, standing nearby, changed expression and charged forward with their baseball bats clenched tightly. Before they could help Feng Yang out of trouble, they saw him throw up an arm to block the blows while viciously kicking the attackers in the abdomen. One kick took down one person. Three villagers in a row were kicked flying backward three meters before crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get back up.

Everyone secretly clicked their tongues at such ruthless moves. Li Baihua, protected in the middle by eight bodyguards, shook his head. No wonder Feng Yang had seemed so calm earlier. With those skills, let alone venturing into a mountain ravine in the dead of night, he probably would not be afraid even if he were thrown straight onto a battlefield in Africa.

No one noticed that everyone Feng Yang struck was left with a trace of the Vengeful Ghost Mark.

Feng Yang's excessively ruthless actions also completely intimidated the villagers who had wanted to resort to violence against the law. They were unafraid of the police because they knew the police would not do much to them while carrying out their duties. Even with guns, they would not dare point the barrels at innocent civilians.

But Feng Yang was different. In his previous life, he had spent over twenty years mingling with Vengeful Ghost. He had grown used to Vengeful Ghosts and villains who would erupt into violence and kill at the slightest provocation. In his eyes, there was no distinction between innocents and the weak. Anyone who dared attack him was an enemy.

Besides, Feng Yang hit far too hard. One blow from a hoe, one kick, and a person stopped moving. No matter how they called, they could not wake them up. It was pitch-black, and no one knew whether they had been beaten to death.

These villagers dared to throw their weight around with the police because of their numbers, but when it came to risking their lives to stop them, they no longer dared.

In the end, they were only a bunch of ignorant, bullying thugs who feared the strong and preyed on the weak. When they encountered someone truly tough, no one even needed to say anything—they cowered on their own.

The crowd gradually backed away. They did not even dare come within three meters of Feng Yang. Seeing this, the police stepped forward and seized all the villagers' weapons. The situation was finally brought under control.

"Fuck! Boss, you were so cool! Too bad there isn't even any wireless internet here, so there's no way to stream it. If we could have done a live broadcast, with your heroic appearance just now, the views would hit a hundred million in minutes." Tao Xiaotao, who had been tucked into the center of the group and well protected by everyone, said excitedly.

"Turn on the flash and photograph all their ugly faces." He had originally wanted to keep a low profile, but it seemed unnecessary now. Feng Yang simply instructed the film crew to shoot on the spot, openly and aboveboard.

Such an opportunity was hard to come by. Li Baihua immediately directed his team to seize the time and film. Yin Li hurried over to Feng Yang and began patting and feeling him all over, asking nervously, "Are you okay? You weren't hurt just now, were you?"

Feng Fei, half a step behind, was squeezed aside and could only helplessly watch his younger brother get thoroughly manhandled by another man.

"I'm fine." Feng Yang took the chance to rub Yin Li's round crew cut. It prickled against his palm and made it itch.

Yin Li looked completely bewildered. The captain of the criminal investigation unit walked over and said with a smile, "Not bad, kid. We really have you to thank for making such a decisive move tonight."

Although they carried firearms during operations, they still could not open fire lightly unless it was absolutely critical. Even when responding after being attacked, they had to consider whether someone might later accuse them of violent law enforcement. After all, the people they faced were not criminal suspects with conclusive evidence against them, but villagers who might very well be "innocent."

Now that online media was so developed, all sorts of people were out there. Law enforcement agencies were often scrutinized by public opinion and had no choice but to act cautiously. Besides, a documentary crew was following behind them with cameras during this operation. From what their superiors had implied, this documentary would likely be submitted to international exhibitions. As public servants, they had to be even more careful while carrying out their duties. They absolutely could not disgrace themselves abroad.

Feng Yang also knew that his group's presence had affected the police's normal operations. Under ordinary circumstances, the police would never agree to let a camera crew follow them during an operation. He had no idea how Chairman Yin had communicated with the local police, but Feng Yang was well aware that they were a burden.

"I was just acting in self-defense. They were the ones who attacked me first!" Feng Yang said with a smile.

The criminal investigation captain wanted to reassure this young man who had stepped up bravely, so he smiled and agreed. "You only fought back once when you were attacked. That does indeed fall within the scope of self-defense."

As for whether Feng Yang's counterattack had been a little too forceful, no one present said anything. After all, Feng Yang had been surrounded by hoes and iron picks. One moment of carelessness could have cost him half his life. They had video evidence. The young man had been nervous and hit a little too hard; that was understandable.

As for the villagers lying on the ground and wailing, these law-ignorant fools had even dared violently resist the law. They had probably never even heard the term "self-defense."