The father and his two sons all flushed red at once. They had called their clansmen over to help demand their machine back, intending to deny everything to the bitter end. Not only had they lost the argument, they had slapped themselves in the face.
"My brother was misled by you. That whole stretch of sea is so big-does it all belong to your family? We were only fishing nearby, nowhere near your buoys, and you even took all the catch we caught farther away."
"Fuck your mother, still trying to argue!"
A-Zheng angrily rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, but the villagers held him back too.
The Village Committee members also tried to persuade them from the side. "Don't get worked up. Talk this out..."
"What are you trying to do? What are you trying to do... It's the truth. The sea doesn't belong to your family. Why should only you be allowed to fish there? What gives you the right to beat people and steal their catch and machine?"
Ye Yaodong glared too. "What gives us the right? We claimed the place first, we put those branches there, and our fists hit harder. Fuck you. If you don't get lost now, none of you are leaving."
"What are you being so cocky for?" A-Qiu pointed his index finger at him again, his eyes red with anger. "Believe me, tomorrow I'll get a few boats to surround that little island and steal your catch and machine too..."
"Motherfucker... Just try it..."
A-Zheng was more impulsive and easily riled up. At those words, he furiously grabbed A-Qiu's index finger and bent it until it broke. A scream instantly rang out.
"Fuck, you dared steal our village's catch, then came swaggering up to our doors. We'll beat