When they heard that the people from Weijia Village came to cause trouble, the villagers of Dongling Village quickly beat drums and urged the young and middle-aged people in the village to prepare. The two villagers met on the flat ground at the east end of Dongling Village. There were large formations of thousands of people on both sides, with sticks, stones, and hoes in their hands.
The two sides shouted and pushed each other, and it seemed that the war was about to break out.
A carriage was parked outside the gate of the construction site, and everyone sat in the carriage and did not go out, looking out with great enthusiasm.
It didn't take long, and a shout suddenly came from the crowd. Then, the scene became completely chaotic. The crowds of both sides were tearing each other together, and the guys raised them together and greeted each other mercilessly. In just a blink of an eye, four or five people in the field saw Hong, and crawled out of the crowd with blood. Although they had already left the combat power, several people chased them, beat them hard, and kept hitting them on the head.
Li Dafeng in the car looked and looked at Mo Feifan with a smile and said, "Brother Fan, your plan of sowing discord has worked."
Mo Feifan looked at the battlefield calmly, rubbed his chin and said, "It's too early to say this."
Li Dafeng looked into his head and asked in confusion: "It seems that there are five or six thousand people in Weijia Village, but there are only three or four thousand people in Dongling Village. The victory or defeat is just a matter of time and night."
Mo Feifan shook his head and said unanimously: "Weijia Village and Dongling Village must have fought many battles to fight for the big fat piece of private salt. But until now, they still have their own territory and have not completely given up on private salt trading. Haven't you ever thought about why this is?"
When Mo Feifan looked at the problem, he would not only look at its surface, but also think about some invisible things. That's right, why can't Weijia Village attack Dongling Village many times but can't fight. The answer is that the villagers of Dongling Village fight with their backs, and only by giving their lives can they save their homes. Ten people will lose to each other, let alone these thousands of people will fight together.
Li Dafeng shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."
Mo Feifan looked at him angrily: "Think about it yourself."
Li Dafeng curled his lips: "I guess when my parents gave birth to me, they threw the person and raised the placenta. They were too stupid and had no choice but to do anything." In fact, he was not really stupid, he was just too lazy to use his brain. He knew that there was Brother Fan, so he didn't have to worry about anything.
Mo Feifan shook his head helplessly and said, "Who do you want to win?"
Li Dafeng stumbled for a while and said that if Weijia Village was defeated, there would be nothing to do with Luojia Village. If Dongling Village wins, Weijia Village will deal with Luojia Village next. In this way, the three villages will be in chaos. He made a sudden enlightenment and murmured: "I understand, I hope Weijia Village wins."
Mo Feifan snapped his fingers: "Smart. Then let's go to help Weijia Village."
When Li Dafeng heard that he was going to fight, he immediately became interested.
In the future, Mo Feifan would have to deal with people from these three villages. He didn't want them to recognize him, and he didn't want them to hate him.
After putting on makeup, Mo Feifan, Li Dafeng, and Liu Xuefeng all became three smart and capable detectives.
Li Dafeng held the bronze mirror and smacked his lips, feeling good about himself, "Beautiful, so damn beautiful. Just like that, it's okay to marry seven or eight big-ass beauties in the future."
"Puff", Liu Xuefeng almost vomited blood after hearing this. When is it now? He is still interested in being so beautiful here.
After getting off the carriage, Mo Feifan accelerated his pace and rushed to the battlefield first, and said loudly: "Stop what you are doing, stop me."
It's really strange, how could there be a constable at this time? The two sides of the war ordered their way back. They retreated, but they had no intention of giving up. The atmosphere was tense, and the war might start again at any time.
Weijia Village and Dongling Village are too powerful in Qiushui Town, and even the government does not take it seriously (this is also a very important reason why Lord Zhao promised Mo Feifan to replace the three major drug lords), let alone a few small constables.
Weishan threw the guy in his hand and took out a twenty tael of silver bill from his waist and handed it over: "This is a personal grudge between our Weijia Village and Dongling Village. Please don't worry about it." If Weishan knew that the three people in front of him were the killer who almost killed him yesterday, he would have to bite off his tongue in surprise.
Mo Feifan did not go to pick up Weishan's silver notes, and stood up and said, "Younger and I have a relationship with you. Is there any of you named Zhao Mazi?"
A little constable dared to call himself me in front of me, and he was so impatient. Weishan's face was silent, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. However, when he heard the man mention Zhao Mazi, he still resisted and did not attack: "What does this brother mean?"
Mo Feifan said coldly: "A huge murder occurred last night, and more than 20 people were killed near Lishui Bridge. After our investigation, Zhao Mazi and Luo Dabiao from Luojia Village are suspected of being serious."
"What did you say?" Weishan deliberately said loudly: "The government has found out that Zhao Mazi is the murderer?" His voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear it. Of course, this also includes Zhao Mazi himself.
Mo Feifan nodded, looked around the crowd coldly and said, "There is no definite evidence yet, I just say he has a great suspicion."
What a big suspicion is that his grandma must be his sect. Even the constable in the government said this, what else can I suspect? Weishan shouted loudly in his voice: "You all heard it, it was Zhao Mazi and Luo Dabiao who killed our brothers. If you don't take revenge, you will not be a human being."
"Repay money from debts and kill people to pay for their lives!" Thousands of people in Weijia Village roared like thunder.
Originally, the people of Dongling Village insisted that Weishan was framed, but now they have no confidence. They assassinated more than 20 people in one go. No wonder they wanted to seek justice with great fanfare. This is not in accordance with the rules and is too unruly. Feeling the hot eyes of the people in the village, Zhao Mazi was almost dead unjustly. I did nothing about killing people or assassination, and I lie in the house last night.
He also threw away the guy in his hand and walked out with a puzzled look on his face: "I am Zhao Mazi. What evidence do you have to say that I killed someone?"
Mo Feifan's eyes lit up. The man was indeed worthy of his name, with a pockmarked face. After a pause, he suddenly let out a silence: "Take it away." Liu Xuefeng beside him had already moved to catch Zhao Mazi's wrist.
Before the matter was found out, the other party was about to take him away, and Zhao Mazi certainly refused. He waved his hand and opened Liu Xuefeng's hand and said angrily: "I didn't kill anyone, why should I take me away?"
"Whether you kill or not, you will naturally have a decision. You just need to follow me now." Mo Feifan looked righteous and his tone was cold and could not be refused.
As mentioned before, the people in these three villages of Qiushui Town are arrogant and domineering, and even the government does not take it seriously. Seeing that the government's bad guy was about to take Zhao Mazi away, several subordinates around Zhao Mazi refused to agree, and rushed forward to surround the three of them, trying to force the other party to surrender with their momentum.
Looking down at the brothers around him, Zhao Mazi showed a smug smile on his face. He pointed Mo Feifan's forehead with his index finger and smiled contemptuously: "No one can take me away until there is no evidence. Don't say it's you, even if your immediate boss comes, it's useless."
Mo Feifan did not show any pain, but the smile on his face became even brighter.
Without any warning, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhao Mazi's elbow, then pressed it downwards. The latter screamed in pain, and his body tilted forward involuntarily. Mo Feifan stretched his head forward and rushed towards the other party.
With a thud, his sky spirit cover was hitting Zhao Mazi's face. With the crisp crackling sound, Zhao Mazi's nose bones were broken and his entire nose collapsed.
"ah--"
With the screams, Zhao Mazi's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his hands covered his face and retreated. He only took a few steps away, then sat on the ground and started to wail in pain.
Mo Feifan stroked the hair on his head randomly and said to Liu Xuefeng beside him: "Zhao Mazi resisted arrest, so he committed his crime and was executed on the spot."
"Yes." Liu Xuefeng smiled gloomyly and sent the official knife in his hand into Zhao Mazi's chest.
Weishan was frightened by the side. Zhao Mazi was quite skilled and was killed without using a single move. Unexpectedly, a small constable was so powerful. Although he was full of surprise, he did not reveal it, but snorted coldly at the corpse: "It's so worthless."
At this time, Zhao Mazi's several confidants also reacted, and each of them was angry and ferocious, shouting: "This bastard killed Brother Ma, let's avenge Brother Ma."
"Don't be afraid, kill them."
“……”
As he spoke, seven or eight thugs of thugs, seven or eight knives slashed at Mo Feifan's forehead. Qiushui Town is indeed a tough folk custom, and it is really unheard of killing the constable in broad daylight.
Mo Feifan did not move, and Liu Xuefeng and Li Dafeng on the side moved. There were only a few crisp sounds, and two knives shook all seven or eight knives. Their strength was extremely strong. While the machetes were shaken away, the tiger's mouths of five thugs were cracked. Crack, and a few screams sounded. A broken hand was actually set off in the sky, and twelve broken hands were cut.
"Kill." A shout came from the crowd in Dongling Village: "Avenge Brothers Mazi."
Seeing dozens of villagers holding sticks rushing towards him with red eyes, Mo Feifan and the other two retreated repeatedly. No matter how powerful they were, they could not compete with the thousands of people in Dongling Village.
Weishan also reacted at this time. He shouted loudly and rushed into the crowd of Dongling Village with the excuse of avenging his brothers and capturing the enemy for the government. This chase and rush, the scene was more than a word of chaos. The arrows had to be fired on the strings, and the two villages issued orders to attack almost at the same time.
The melee was a dark and melee. This melee lasted for more than half an hour before it ended with the victory of Weijia Village. Zhao Mazi, who posed a threat to private salt transactions, were killed all of them, and hundreds of villagers on both sides were injured to varying degrees.