312: Chapter 312 I want to ask you something

"Dead con artist?"

Han Jingyang sneered.

"Really good at labeling people."

"And 'kill me'?"

"I'll give you twenty times the guts, and you still wouldn't dare."

"Who are you trying to scare?"

Han Jingyang naturally didn't believe these people would actually dare to kill him; this wasn't twenty years ago, was it?

Besides, there was no deep-seated hatred between them.

Just a few words of argument, that's all.

Besides, if it really came to a fight to the death, no matter how many of these ordinary people came, they would just be throwing their lives away.

He didn't even need a dharma instrument; Shi Xiaoya could cut through the entire village single-handedly with a blade.

Therefore, in his eyes, the actions of Danzi and the others were just clownish.

Shi Xiaoya leaned into Han Jingyang's ear and whispered, "Husband, what should we do? Fight? Or retreat?"

Han Jingyang shook his head. "Let's see how things develop. It might be a good thing."

"A good thing?"

"Yeah, watch patiently."

Li Yuhua, who was squatting on the ground crying bitterly, looked up and saw his son and a large crowd. He was shocked and hurriedly blocked Han Jingyang and Shi Xiaoya behind him, shouting at the same time, "Danzi, what do you think you're doing? Rebelling?"

Danzi roared, "Get out of the way! I'll settle the score with you when I get home later."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuhua's face turned pale. His body began to sway, tottering as if he might fall at any moment.

Shi Xiaoya quickly supported Li Yuhua and had him sit on an abandoned stone mill.

Han Jingyang watched the aggressive crowd with an expressionless face. He waited until they rushed right in front of him before raising his palm and making a gesture to stop.

The group subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

Including Danzi.

Danzi paused for a moment before realizing that this reaction was a bit embarrassing, so he immediately roared, "Dead con artist, hand over my family's heirloom!"

The others followed suit and shouted, "Hand it over!"

"Hand it over!"

"Hand it over!"

Danzi was very satisfied with the intimidating atmosphere he had created. He looked at Han Jingyang triumphantly. "Behave yourself, don't play any tricks. Hand over my family's heirloom, and we'll let this matter slide. Otherwise, do you believe I'll make sure you leave here horizontally? You dare to come to our Shen Village to scam people? Did you even bother to ask whose territory this is? Huh?"

As he spoke, he slammed the baseball bat in his hand against the ground.

The others followed suit.

In an instant, the scene was foul and filled with a chaotic aura, much like a bandit's den.

Han Jingyang remained expressionless. He waited for the crowd to calm down before holding up two fingers. "First, I am not a con artist. Second, your father has been angered into such a state by you, yet you don't care at all. Are you even a human being?"

Danzi's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly cursed, "You're f*cking courting death! Who are you scolding? You're the one who isn't a human being!"

Han Jingyang shook his finger. "Don't curse. That won't make you look any more impressive; it only makes you look like a complete idiot."

"You're the f*cking idiot!"

"Heh, it's my fault. Saying even one more word to someone like you is a waste of breath. You're hopeless."

"You, you, you're courting death."

Han Jingyang beckoned with his finger. "Come on, let me see what you've got."

Danzi's expression changed again. "Stop f*cking putting on an act! Do you really think I don't dare to hit you?"

Han Jingyang nodded with a smile. "That's right, you don't dare. You are just a fool, a coward, and an unfilial son. Even if I gave you ten times the guts, you wouldn't dare lay a finger on me. You only dare to bark like a wild dog because you have numbers on your side."

"You, you, you..."

"Not convinced? If you're not convinced, prove your courage. Come on, if you dare to touch me even once, I'll count you as a real man. Otherwise, you're just a eunuch without balls."

"F*ck you—"

The enraged Danzi's face turned beet red, his eyes bulged, and the veins on his forehead stood out. He stared at Han Jingyang with bloodshot eyes, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

A few seconds later, he suddenly let out a roar, swung the baseball bat in a full arc, and smashed it toward Han Jingyang's head.

Once Danzi moved, the others immediately followed.

At this point in the atmosphere, all it took was a leader. Once someone led the way, the others would be compelled by the atmosphere to follow suit.

Most people cannot remain calm in such an atmosphere.

It's often called 'losing one's head' or 'getting carried away'.

With blood rushing to their heads, there's no intelligence to speak of; they just blindly charge forward.

Han Jingyang was different. At the moment the baseball bat was about to hit him, he even had the presence of mind to observe the faces of the people behind Danzi.

The next second.

"Clang—"

A brilliant flash of a blade swept past.

The baseball bat snapped in response.

Shi Xiaoya followed up with a kick to Danzi's stomach, then moved the blade like lightning. With the swishing of the blade, the weapons held by these people were, without exception, cut into two pieces. Whether it was a hoe handle or a fire poker, nothing could escape the edge of Shi Xiaoya's katana.

This was a dharma instrument with +7 Sharpness; against this scrap metal, it was naturally as easy as slicing vegetables or melons.

In less than a minute, Danzi and his motley crew of friends were sprawled on the ground.

There was no bloodshed.

No one was even injured.

But no one dared to stand up, because Shi Xiaoya, holding the blade, was watching them like a tiger watching its prey.

Han Jingyang walked over to Danzi and squatted down, patting Danzi's cheek. "Call your village head. Tell him to bring the parents of this whole group of you to come and collect you. Give them ten minutes. For every minute late, I'll cut off one of your fingers."

After saying this, he stood up and stepped back, staring at Danzi with an indifferent gaze.

Danzi stole a few glances at Han Jingyang, but upon meeting Han Jingyang's emotionless eyes, he immediately shrank back. After hesitating for a long time, he still took out his phone.

Less than ten minutes later.

Another large crowd arrived, aggressive and numbering over a hundred people. They were also carrying weapons. It was estimated that nearly half the village had come; in this day and age, it was quite difficult to gather so many people in a rural area.

The leader was a short, fat man in his fifties, wearing a dark red striped T-shirt with gray trousers. The hem of the T-shirt was tucked into his waistband, revealing a shiny, fake luxury brand belt buckle. He was also clutching a black handbag under his arm, panting as he ran.

When he ran up to them, he hurriedly shouted, "What is this? What is going on? Huh? Who told you to beat people up randomly?"

Han Jingyang looked the short fat man up and down. "Are you the village head?"

"Yes. You must be Han Jingyang, Wang Zhiwei's apprentice, right? What is this all about?"

Han Jingyang smiled. "I called you all here for two things. The first is for you to take these thugs back and discipline them properly. The second is to ask you about an old story from the past."

The short fat man frowned. "Let the people go first."

"I'll release them after I finish speaking," Han Jingyang shook his head. "Let's talk about the second thing first. There's a reward for this."

"A reward?"

"Yes, fifty thousand yuan."

Shi Xiaoya immediately took fifty thousand yuan in cash out of her bag.

When traveling, one must always prepare some cash, whether a little or a lot.

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing always kept one hundred thousand yuan in cash in their bags; this was the first time it had come in handy.

Upon seeing the cash, the noise at the scene immediately vanished, leaving only the sound of increasingly heavy breathing.

Fifty thousand yuan in cash.

Most people would have to go a whole year without eating or drinking to save up that much.

Most people in the countryside would even need more than a year or two to save that amount.

So, while it didn't look like much, it was very tempting.

And this was an unexpected windfall that was within easy reach; who wouldn't want it?

Even Danzi, who was lying on the ground clutching his stomach, quietly raised his head to stare at the cash in Shi Xiaoya's hand.

The short fat man was the village head, so he was slightly better than the average person and managed to stay calm. "What is it you want to ask about?"