C6 Chasing down Zheng Tong

It was noon and there weren't many people walking around in the village. However, those who saw Shi Ting's murderous look had to step aside.

When they saw Shi Ting heading towards the village director, Zheng Weizheng, they knew that there was going to be a show to watch, so they followed him from a distance.

The village director, Zheng Weimin, had built the only two-story house in the village, probably because the house was stuffy, and they took the table out of the shade of their yard to eat.

Zheng Weimin had a wife and no children. He had always treated the son of his brother-in-law who had died in a car accident as his own son, Zheng Tong. He doted on him dearly.

As usual, Zheng Tong was picking up dishes from the dining table. As soon as Shi Ting stepped into his yard, he shouted, "Zheng Tong! You son of a bitch. "

Zheng Tong relied on his uncle as the village director to walk sideways in the village. Since when did he ever get scolded in such a way? He slammed his bowl on the table, raised his head, and was about to scold.

However, the moment he raised his head, he was immediately frightened, because he saw Shi Zhaozheng charging towards him with a long sword in his hand.

Although he was not a smart man, he knew why Shi Ting had come when he saw his attitude.

Zheng Weimin and his wife were also shocked by Shi Ting. They were still considering if they should shout out to stop Shi Ting, but Shi Ting didn't hesitate to chop down with his knife. With a "bang" sound, the dishes on the table flew in all directions.

Zheng Tong had already jumped away. His eyes flashed as he retreated. His body was still clean, like his aunt's.

"Stand still." Shi Ting was sincere in his desire to smash their family's rice bowl with his sword. He used his blade to circle around the table and chase after Zheng Tan, "Do you fucking have the guts to stop attacking my mother? Are you tired of living? I'll fucking kill you. " Shi Ting swung his blade as he spoke.

Zheng Tong just happened to pick up a carrying pole and use it to block. With a "kacha" sound, the carrying pole broke into two pieces.

"F * ck!" Zheng Tong was so scared that he quickly threw away his carrying pole, wanting to stop Shi Ting from chasing him. He was not even 1.7 meters tall, and he was jumping up and down in the yard like a monkey. It looked really ridiculous.

"Shi Ting, Shi Ting, don't be rash. If you have something to say, just say it. What are you doing? "Why did you use your blade to cut down our Zheng Tong for no reason at all?" The village director Zheng Weimin didn't have the guts to stop Shi Ju, but his wife, Miao Dongzhu, braced herself and hurried over to tug on Shi Ting's sleeve.

Shi Zhaogang dodged the two carrying sticks that Zheng Tong threw over, but he wasn't paying attention to the sleeves that Miao Dongzhu grabbed, he flung his hand and spat out: "Stop fucking pretending, for no reason at all? You dare to say you don't know about Zheng Tong hitting my mother's head with a brick? "

What Zheng Tong did, Miao Dongzhu did not know, Zheng Weimin knew, but his family was used to it in the village. Since Shi Ting's mother was fine and he didn't come knocking, he was too lazy to take it to heart, so he didn't tell his wife about it. His wife, on the other hand, was someone who looked down on people and didn't like to chat with boorish village girls. It was very normal for things to be blocked out.

Miao Dongzhu was left in the dust by Shi Ting. She turned around and looked at her man in confusion.

Zheng Weimin's face turned red, he angrily shouted at Shi Ting, "Shi Ting, why don't you try slashing Zheng Tong in the face? "Do you believe that I would go to the police to arrest you and drag you down with me?"

Shi Ting smiled at the sky, "I fucking do believe you, but before that, I will kill your entire family." When he spoke, his eyes were bloodshot and his face looked somewhat sinister.

Zheng Weimin's heart skipped a beat, he was speechless, his feet were trembling, he had the urge to run. What dearly beloved nephew, they were all fleeting clouds. In this life, his own safety was far more important than the safety of his loved ones. He had only been the village's director for two years, and had not enjoyed enough power and influence. If he were to be killed by a brat for such a trivial reason, what kind of injustice would that be!?

Zheng Tong was chased around the yard by Shi Ting, while Miao Dongzhu was fearlessly chasing after him. At the entrance of the yard, in every corner of the short wall, there were many villagers who were watching the commotion. They were all discussing among themselves, but no one came to stop them.

Just when the situation was critical, a weak shout came from the door: "Little Zhang, you, stop right there."

Zheng Weimin's face lit up. With a glance, he saw Shi Ting's mother, who was being supported by a small apricot, standing by the gate after pushing open the door of the village.

"Little Xing, why did you let my mother come?" Shi Yan held his hand and turned around to glare at the apricot.