Lin Dong heard the footsteps outside and walked out to check it out. He found that there were two young men in their twenties, looking around in the yard, as if looking for something.

But Lin Dong didn't know these two people, so he asked, "Do you have something to do?"

The man wearing a white T-shirt said, "Old man, we are barbecuing by the lake, and we are idle and want to fish. Do you have a fishing rod here?"

Lin Dong pointed to the corner of the wall: "There is one there, please use it."

When the two men saw the fishing rod in the corner of the wall, their faces suddenly became strange.

Because the fishing rod was obviously tied to the bamboo that was cut and made by himself, and it was extremely rough in hand. A piece of white foam was wrapped around the fishing line as a float.

Can this thing really catch fish?

Both of them showed disgust expressions on their faces, and they couldn't help but feel confused. They even felt that this thing could not be called a fishing rod, but just a bamboo pole with thin lines tied to it.

Just as the two were about to leave, they suddenly saw Lin Dong picking up a big black fish from the water tank in the yard.

The black fish was very big, and it looked at least five or six kilograms. It was still jumping around in the net bag after leaving the water.

The eyes of the two suddenly lit up.

The reason they wanted to borrow a fishing rod was to catch two fish to grill for food. At this time, they saw that there was a ready-made one, so they hurried over and asked with a smile: "Old man, sell this fish to us!"

"No! I want to use this fish to entertain guests."

Lin Dong immediately refused and was about to enter the house with a fish, but was blocked by the man in a white T-shirt.

"If this fish is sold, it will only cost more than ten yuan per pound. I think it is only five pounds at most. I will give you one hundred yuan, so you won't lose money, right?"

Lin Dong's expression suddenly became cold, and he felt unhappy because the other party blocked his way.

"I said I wouldn't sell it, I wouldn't sell it even if you give it a thousand dollars!"

Another man in the striped shirt was not happy, rolled up his sleeves and snorted coldly: "You old man are too ignorant. Is it just a fish that wants to blackmail us for two thousand dollars?"

Lin Dong suddenly felt speechless.

What he meant was that no matter how much money the other party paid, he wouldn't sell it, but the other party directly labeled him as if he was blackmailing him, and he looked unreasonable, rolled up his sleeves and seemed to be trying to hit someone.

He was once the head of the southern house of the Martial God Family. How could he withstand such a threat?

He immediately pointed to the door angrily and said loudly: "You guys come out!"

At this moment, the two young men were also excited and immediately grabbed the net pocket in Lin Dong's hand and wanted to forcefully snatch the fish away.

"If you sell it to me, I will reward you with 100 yuan. If you refuse to sell it, the fish will still belong to us, and you won't get a penny!"

Lin Dong has been abolished all his cultivation level. Now he is just an ordinary old man. In his seventies, how could he be able to snatch two young and strong young people?

He held the net bag tightly and did not let go. The man in the white T-shirt pulled it hard and snatched it over.

The man in a striped shirt kicked him in the chest, kicking him staggeringly and falling to the ground.

Lin Hao and Lin Xiaoxiao came out when they heard the movement and saw this scene. They immediately became angry.

Lin Hao went to help Lin Dong up first. Lin Xiaoxiao had already picked up the broom beside the door and rushed out, and beat the two young men upset.

Both young men are ordinary people and have never practiced martial arts.

Lin Xiaoxiao was a martial artist at the level of a martial artist. She immediately beat them to no avail. She hugged her head and screamed and wailed, not even a chance to fight back.

After a while, their noses and faces were swollen, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"Oh, stop hitting!"

"You will regret hitting me again, stop..."

Although the two men were beaten, they were not willing to give in. Even though they rolled on the ground with their heads in their arms, their tone of speaking was still arrogant.

Lin Xiaoxiao interrupted the broom, and finally kicked it with her feet, and said while kicking it, "Will I regret it? I want to see how you make me regret it!"

The man in the striped shirt shouted: "My cousin is from the Martial God family. He is now by the lake. If you have the ability, don't hit me. Wait until I call him over!"

Hearing this sentence, Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped.

Anyway, I was beaten and I was angry. If this guy really had a relative from the Martial God family, he would have to give the other party a face.

The two men with bruised noses and swollen faces got up from the ground, feeling that Lin Xiaoxiao must have been frightened by the name of the Martial God Family, and they suddenly became proud.

He put his hands on his hips, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, and said arrogantly: "I know you're scared? Now kneel down and apologize to me immediately, otherwise I'll call my cousin over and things won't end so well!"

When Lin Xiaoxiao heard this, she felt that the other party was bragging, otherwise she would have called someone directly, so why bother threatening here?

She raised her hand and slapped the man in the striped shirt on the face, making his eyes buzzing and his head buzzing.

Seeing this, the man in a white T-shirt ran out of the door and shouted at the group of young men and women who were barbecuing by the lake: "Viagra! Viagra come, come and help..."

The sound was very far away from the empty Wolong Lake water, but the group of young men and women by the lake were playing deafening music with subwoofers on off-road vehicles, and shaking their heads and swaying with each other, and no one heard it.

The man in the white T-shirt ran and shouted for a long time before finally remembering to take out his cell phone and make a call.

When he brought a group of people back to the courtyard in a vast way, the man in a striped shirt had already been tortured by Lin Xiaoxiao.

At this time, the striped shirt is not just bleeding, but tears and snot flow along, looking pitiful and funny.

Seeing reinforcements arrived, he tried his best to climb to the gate, as embarrassed as a stray dog.

Lin Xiaoxiao threw two wooden sticks on the ground, patted the dust that was invisible on his palms, and looked at the dozen young men and women who were rushing into the courtyard, and a playful smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Who is from the Martial God Family?"

The dozen or so young men and women did not answer, but stared at Lin Xiaoxiao angrily.

The striped shirt was searching in the crowd, and then asked anxiously: "Where is my cousin? Where is Viagra?"

The man in white T-shirt pointed to the four people who were slowly walking over in the distance and said helplessly: "They will finish the last mahjong before coming!"

The striped shirt is so angry that I will be beaten to death, Viagra is still watching mahjong.

However, there were more than a dozen people who arrived in advance, several of them carrying just empty beer bottles and posing as if they were about to get on the stand, which gave him courage.

He looked back at Lin Xiaoxiao, and still said arrogant words in a embarrassed manner: "You are dead, you are all dead! Even if you kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me now, it is useless. I want you to pay a price that you will never forget for what you did just now!"

The man in the white T-shirt also stared at Lin Xiaoxiao viciously: "You know that his cousin is from the Martial God family, but you dare to hit him. It's just a leopard's courage!"

Lin Hao had already helped Lin Dong sit on the stool. After confirming that he was not seriously injured, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked at the man in a white T-shirt coldly.

"If you really have a relationship with the Martial God family, call the person over immediately. If not, don't talk nonsense. If you want to fight or get out, choose one immediately!"

The man in the white T-shirt said "Huh": "You really don't cry until you see the coffin!"

The man in a striped shirt was so angry that he could not wait for Viagra to come. He immediately shouted at the dozen young men and women around him: "Brothers, beat me and kill them!"

A dozen people rushed forward.
Chapter completed!