The sickle was shining with silver under the refraction of the sun. Everyone looked at the rusty sickle and sneered.

Poverty in a narrow mountain village has always been an original sin.

Chen Long did not retreat at all, but instead stepped forward and stared at Jiang Hao, with some curiosity and confusion hidden in his eyes.

His subordinates wanted to step forward and grab his sickle, but Chen Long reached out to stop him.

Chen Long stepped forward and said, "You just want money, don't do anything you want."

Jiang Hao raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of the stubbornness and toughness of a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger, and he stood in front of Chen Long like a rock.

Xiaoli turned around and grabbed the corner of Jiang Hao's clothes. Jiang Hao saw that Chen Long didn't seem to be trying to make a big deal, so he put away his knife.

Xiaoli immediately breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Hao's tough temper would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Jiang Hao put down his sickle and said slowly: "We did not get the money. This is my mother's life-saving money."

Chen Long had pretended to be talking to him, but when he heard the words "Saving Life Money" he suddenly fell silent.

The bleak wind blew, and the bare forests blew a wave of dust, making people able to cover their eyes. The wind and sand entered their eyes, which was particularly painful.

The tense atmosphere seemed to have slowly eased. Chen Long turned his back and glanced at the forest farm that had not been cut off. He also had the latest expenses. He was so big that he touched his forehead.

He pulled the butler over and asked a few questions.

It seemed that the inside story was generally clear, and he turned around and said to Jiang Hao: "You should find an intermediary to do this."

Seeing that he pondered for so long, the answer he gave was still so disappointing. He immediately clenched his fists and returned to his vigilant look.

"You are colluding and playing the ball."

Jiang Hao waved his sickle and accused Chen Long of these people who are traitorous and businessmen, there are always hundreds of ways to exploit their livelihoods and trample on their dignity.

For them, the money for a meal cannot keep their promises and beat the ball from both sides, leaving them crying and telling them.

Thinking of his mother's face that was twisted due to asthma, Jiang Hao's anger reached its peak.

Jiang Hao threw down his sickle, rushed straight to Chen Long, grabbed his collar, and punched him without saying a word.

In an instant, there was chaos. Chen Long's subordinates instantly surrounded Jiang Hao, and Qi Shuai's fist fell on him like raindrops.

Xiaoli rushed to Jiang Hao's side instantly and pulled them away, but the other party had a large number of people and could not resist at all.

Chen Long wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and bared his teeth as they wrestled.

After looking indifferently for a while, wailing sounds one after another. Jiang Hao reached out and hugged his head to block the dense punches and kicks. Xiaoli roared and said, "Please stop, it will be a death!"

The silence of the mountains and forests could not summon the people of Xiaobei Village at all. Jiang Hao and Xiaoli were like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Jiang Hao gritted his teeth, kicked back, roared and rushed out with his arms around the other party's waist, and the wall was instantly dispersed.

Jiang Hao put his head on his stomach, held his waist with both hands, and his fists fell on his back.

He endured the pain on his back, and he would never lose this fight.

You can lose dignity and decency, but he cannot lose his mother's life.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Chen Long fought against six with one, and said, "Enough."

The battle situation was gone, and Jiang Hao felt that time seemed to stop in an instant.
Chapter completed!