"Damn it, you filthy peasants, don't come near!" Zhao Mingtang shouted in terror.
"I'm from the Zhao Family. If you dare kill me, you all..."
The next moment, Zhao Mingtang was engulfed by the furious crowd, and his voice abruptly ceased.
Seeing that Zhao Mingtang was about to be killed by these villagers from Riverbend Village.
Zheng Yi suddenly said coldly, "Don't kill this person just yet, leave one alive for me."
As the villagers of Riverbend Village abruptly dispersed, Zhao Mingtang was nearly unrecognizable. His entire body was stained with blood, his face twisted with red, black, and green bruises, exhaling more than inhaling.
Although he successfully stopped the villagers of Riverbend Village, Zheng Yi knew that the anger that had just been provoked would not subside so easily.
The Zhao Family's issues were resolved, but there were still those guards who had been knocked unconscious earlier.
"Leave none of them alive!"
