Early in the morning, outside the Chen Mansion on Xiushui Street, a group of martial artists with knives and swords arrived in a threatening manner. The leader, a young man in his twenties, with an arrogant expression, shouted, "Kick the door open!"
A burly subordinate stepped forward and kicked the door, causing a snap as the latch broke.
With another kick, the door collapsed.
"Senior Brother Zhang is mighty!"
For a moment, the accompanying martial artists cheered loudly.
"What are you doing?"
Zhang Li, the doorkeeper, came out to look and saw the door had been kicked open, his eyes filled with fury, clenched his fists, eager to fight.
They had just moved into their new home, and the next day their door was smashed.
What a shameful humiliation!
The arrogant young man shouted, "Li Xiangrong from the Martial Arts Hall Association comes today to demand justice. Bring out Chen Ming."
"Bring out Chen Ming!"
"Bring out Chen Ming!"
"..."
