Chapter 50: The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife
Chapter 50: Big Brother Arrives
The Chen family convoy, with over a hundred people, had already disembarked. About thirty to forty strong and young men, each wielding hoes and shovels, blocked the road. Hatred filled their faces as they uttered malicious words.
The leader, a long-haired man with tattoos on his arms and a small knife scar between his right eyebrows, arrogantly shouted. He was the one who gave the order for the Chen family to act against the Xiao family last year.
The long-haired man, holding a shovel, forcefully struck the ground twice, making the rain-soaked gravel emit friction sounds.
The friction sounds, accompanied by flying gravel, pointed in the direction of the Xiao family convoy, creating an atmosphere as if the Xiao family would only proceed if they engaged in a fight.
Last year, such a warning resulted in the young members of the Xiao family, unable to tolerate the provocation, engaging in a fight and losing.
With swollen faces, they were mocked and forced to retreat kilometers by the Chen family, causing deep shame and regret among the elders of the Xiao family. This time, the elders were determined not to let the young ones clash with the Chen family.
"Don't act recklessly. The terrain is different from last year; it's either a slope or rocky. If a fight breaks out, falling down means never coming back up. Let them pass; it's not a big deal."
"Why should we yield!"
Despite being defeated before, the young members of the Xiao family refused to endure the humiliation of retreating without a fight.
"Why should we yield? We won't retreat! If they can step back eight hundred meters to an open field, we can go three or four kilometers to a wide section where two cars can pass side by side. We won't retreat!"
"No retreat!"
"No retreat! Let's fight!"
Even though the elders tried to stop them, the young members of the Xiao family remained resolute, shouting their willingness to fight.
People from the Xiao family who returned from Long City advised, "Don't be impulsive. The thugs from the Chen family have been causing trouble. They even smashed a new internet cafe owned by the Xiao family in Long City. The cafe owner dared not retaliate. Yesterday, the guy with the scar in his eyebrow overturned a fruit stall on Yong'an Street. The owner had to pay compensation. We can't compete with them. If we step back, we can avoid trouble. Angering them might lead to being attacked on the streets without knowing why."
Moreover, the Xiao family in Long City had unspoken business dealings, and stirring trouble here could have repercussions there.
The elders considered this aspect and couldn't let the young ones act recklessly.
Unexpectedly, Chen Baiqiang, the troublemaker from the Chen family, saw the Xiao family hesitating and became more arrogant, shouting, "Not afraid to fight? Come on!"
"Come and fight me!"
"Yeah! If you don't fight, don't think about passing through this road today!"
"You Xiao family won't stop until there's a funeral. Last year, we spared you from crippling injuries. This year, you dare to come for ancestral worship again. Looks like you need a profound lesson to understand whose territory this is!"
"Whose territory?"
A low, cold voice cut through the air.
Xiao Dashuang and several Xiao family youths led the way. The imposing figure, surrounded by Xiao family youths, walked casually from the back to the front.
The Xiao family youths stopped struggling when they saw the newcomer, casually moving the elders aside.
"Young people have their ways of dealing with things. Grandpas, just watch from the side."
The two sides were ten meters apart.
The man halted, his cold gaze scanning the opposite side. He casually raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and cracked his knuckles, producing a chilling sound. His thin lips, sharp as a blade, curled into a cold smile.
"Want to fight?"
The icy voice, like a sword, shattered the tense atmosphere created by drawn bows. The situation reversed instantly.
The initiative changed hands.
Silence enveloped the entire scene.
Chen Baiqiang, looking at the man in a black coat with an intimidating presence, suddenly felt a chill. He had just returned from out of town last week and didn't recognize the man.
When he wanted to ask his subordinates for information, he looked to the side, and they were gone.
Two subordinates had disappeared.
Looking back, the thirty to forty Chen family members had retreated a significant distance, at least twenty meters away.
They all put away the hoes and shovels, either clearing grass by the roadside or working diligently. None of them spared a glance in his direction.
The aggressive momentum from earlier had disappeared.
The two subordinates were already digging tree roots by the roadside.
Chen Baiqiang wasn't a fool; he realized that the man in front of him might have a significant background. He cleared his throat.
Shouting, he asked, "Who are you?"
The man with thin lips spoke lightly, "Xiao Cheng."
As the cold voice fell, it was as if a drizzle had transformed into sharp hail, causing Chen Baiqiang to shiver.
But... he had never heard of Xiao Cheng.
Just as he was about to speak, one of his subordinates ran over, risking his life. Leaning close to his ear, the subordinate trembled as he spoke, "Xiao Shi tyrant, the Xin Town tyrant, and the Pingcheng tyrant—all of them are him—Xiao Cheng!"
Chen Baiqiang was shocked, momentarily unable to speak.
The subordinate, thinking he still wanted trouble, continued to reveal more information, "Our boss owed a sum of money to He Yongli at the casino last year, and Xiao Cheng collected it."
"I don't know the details, but last month, Xiao Cheng came to our boss's house with a group of people. With a loud bang, like the explosion at the stone quarry, I saw from the window that our boss was holding a sack, collecting money from every nook and cranny—tables, drawers, pillars, beams, corners—all thoroughly searched."
"In the end, he knelt down and sent the money to Xiao Cheng. The guy next to him took the money. Before leaving, that guy kicked our boss, knocking out his front teeth."
After hearing the subordinate's words, Chen Baiqiang's face went from red to blue, then white, changing colors like a palette.
He had never heard of Xiao Cheng, but the name of the tyrant was mentioned daily in Long City. Whenever people in the gang discussed it, they spoke in hushed tones, glancing around as if fearing discovery.
"Is that Xiao Cheng the tyrant over there?" Chen Baiqiang swallowed hard, unwilling to believe he had walked into a trap.
The subordinate didn't want to believe it either, but Xiao Cheng was indeed here this year for ancestral worship.
"He is Xiao Cheng, with a crew cut and a killer's icy demeanor. Backed by the big boss in Nan City."
As this was said, Chen Baiqiang's face turned ghastly pale, paler than ashes, and his legs went weak.
The subordinate hurriedly supported him, dropping another bombshell, "Brother Qiang, Xiao Cheng is from the Xiao family on the opposite side."
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