Qin San Lang really wasn't afraid, nor was Gu Jinli. If they dared to act in public, they had the ability to settle the Tian Family's affairs.
Tian Hui'er was very scared inside, but she wasn't someone who would suffer a loss. Taking one last gamble, she cried in front of the young men from the neighborhood.
She didn't say anything, just cried. Her cries were sorrowful and miserable, her distressed appearance and pleading eyes were clearly aimed at getting these young men to speak up for her.
But these young men, having witnessed Qin San Lang's ferocity, didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Many of the smarter ones had already turned and run, faster than rabbits, as if chased by ghosts.
Only the men stayed behind. Among these five men, three were middle-aged uncles, either old bachelors who couldn't find wives or widowers.
