"We're honest farmers. We finally found somewhere we could survive, and then some outsider came along, said he was requisitioning it, and just snatched our land away!"
"How is that any different from banditry?"
She grew more agitated as she spoke, turning to look around.
Those who had not yet gone far lowered their heads. No one dared respond.
Seeing that no one answered, the woman did not restrain herself. Instead, she felt even more justified. She simply plopped down on the field ridge, slapped her thighs, and began to wail.
"I'm not leaving!"
"Even if you beat me to death, I'm not leaving!"
"This land is my life!"
"If you're taking my land, you might as well just kill me-"
Before she could finish.
A flying dagger appeared out of thin air in front of the space between her eyebrows, its tip almost touching her skin.
The blade stopped there.
Wang Cuifen's eyes widened as she stared fixedly at the tip inches away.
Her mouth was still open, the rest of her unfinished sentence caught in her throat.
"You just said I might as well kill you?"
Yang Yong's voice drifted down from above, as cold as if it had been dredged from the bottom of a well in deepest winter.
"Then I'll grant your wish."
The flying dagger did not shoot forward.
But Wang Cuifen felt a chill between her eyebrows.
She opened her mouth, still wanting to say something, even to hurl a few more insults.
She did not believe it. She did not believe this man would actually dare act in front of so many people.
She had experience. In places like this, the more belligerent you were, the less anyone dared mess with you.
As long as she kept making a scene, the other side