Yang Xiaobao had a gloomy face and turned around to look at the group of guys holding batons and shovels.
At first glance, these people are the gangsters and rogues that the Pan family has specially paid for.
"People say that hooligans help developers carry out demolition, but they didn't expect that you guys would shamelessly dig ancestral graves, which was really bad." Yang Xiaobao said coldly.
"Who the hell are you?"
One of the guys with yellow hair, wearing a floral shirt and tattooed on his arms asked.
Yang Xiaobao snorted and said, "I am from Shitou Village. There is also my parents' grave here. I see whoever dares to move!"
"Boy, you don't know yet? This mountain has been contracted by our boss. This grave must be demolished, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"
Yang Xiaobao knew that they were doing it on purpose.
Otherwise, Wang Guoxicai told them that he would come to level the grave and would not give Shitou Village any time.
Yang Xiaobao snorted, shrugged, and said, "Your bosses are Pan Hanhai and Pan He, right?"
These people looked at each other after hearing what Yang Xiaobao said.
The same yellow-haired man said, "Who is our boss? There is no need to tell you guys, you are so tactful, and move your grave now, otherwise we will give you a sanction!"
He waved his hand and said, "Brothers, come up to me and level these cemeteries for me."
He heard what he said and immediately rushed forward.
A guy walked up to Yang Xiaobao quickly and was about to bump into Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao raised his foot and kicked him directly onto his lower abdomen.
Yang Xiaobao didn't exert force this kick. He just wanted to teach them a lesson and didn't want to kill him.
But this kick still kicked the guy away and hit the tree, causing a bird standing on the tree to watch the fun fly up.
When the yellow-haired man saw that his man was beaten, he immediately shouted: "Brothers, beat me this bastard! He knelt down and begged for mercy!"
These people raised the guys in their hands and rushed towards Yang Xiaobao.
When Liu Wenzhu saw this scene, he shouted: "They dug up our ancestral graves and we have sacrificed them!"
As he said that, he raised the pitchfork in his hand and rushed towards the gangsters.
The others from Shitou Village also shouted and rushed up.
A melee is about to break out.
At this time, Yang Xiaobao stretched out his hand and said, "Slowly, you all retreat and let me deal with them alone."
"Xiaobao, can you do it? They have twenty or thirty people." Liu Wenzhu said with some concern.
"Don't worry, they can't do anything to me."
Liu Wenzhu and Wang Tieshu looked at each other and retreated silently to the back.
They have seen Yang Xiaobao's skills.
Seeing this, the yellow-haired man shouted again: "Why are you still standing there? Come on and kill this bastard!"
These people screamed and rushed towards Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao kicked a guy holding a baton away with one foot, and then punched another guy holding a shovel.
In this way, Yang Xiaobao fisted and kicked all of them to the ground within a short while.
The screams echoed in the valley, and the smell of blood filled the middle of the cemetery.
In the end, only the yellow-haired man was left standing there, looking at what was happening in front of him with a look of fear.
When the villagers of Shitou Village saw that Yang Xiaobao knocked these people to the ground so frankly, they couldn't help but scream.
Yang Xiaobao walked towards the yellow-haired man.
Huangmao knew it and immediately turned around and wanted to run down the mountain.
He knew that if he didn't run away, he might have to explain it here.
But after just two steps, his neck seemed to be clamped by pliers, and a stinging pain spread throughout his body in an instant.
"Oh, ah!"
Yang Xiaobao snorted, shook his hand, and threw the guy to the ground, and a dog came to eat shit.
This guy was about to get up from the ground, but Yang Xiaobao walked over and stepped on his arched butt.
"Don't move." Yang Xiaobao said coldly.
Then he placed the tip of the shovel around his neck.
Huangmao felt the cold sharp blade of the shovel and couldn't help but tremble.
"I don't move, I don't move." Huangmao said immediately, "I will do whatever you ask me to do."
At this moment, Wang Wen also rushed over.
He saw the messy battlefield in front of him and panted, "Xiaobao, don't be impulsive!"
He was afraid that Yang Xiaobao would cause death.
Yang Xiaobao looked at Huangmao and asked, "Tell me, did the Pan family ask you to come?"
"Yes, yes, it was Mr. Pan He who asked me to come. You must know that this is the case. You won't come if you give us any money." Huangmao said in a mournful voice, "Just spare me, I will never dare to do it again."
, Otherwise, I will give you all the money that Mr. Pan gave us."
"Hmph, do you think I'll care about your money?"
As he said that, Yang Xiaobao raised the shovel and then fell down again.
The yellow-haired screamed.
Everyone was shocked and thought Yang Xiaobao was really going to kill him.
In fact, Yang Xiaobao's shovel just hit the yellow-haired shoulder.
Blood flowed out directly along the yellow-haired shoulders, and soon after, his clothes were soaked red.
The yellow-haired screamed, his body trembling constantly, not knowing that it was because he was afraid and still felt pain.
Yang Xiaobao took two steps back and said to him coldly: "Take your people away and go back and tell Pan He that he would not have the idea of fighting the cemetery and the mountain temple on the mountain, otherwise he would feel better.
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When Huangmao heard Yang Xiaobao say this, she endured the pain and got up from the ground, crawled and rolled down the mountain.
The people he brought also ran down.
When the people in the village saw their embarrassment, they all laughed.
Wang Wen walked up to Yang Xiaobao and asked, "Xiaobao, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"This person is really bad enough. He doesn't even let our ancestral tomb go." Wang Wen sighed.
"I believe they dare not come again." Yang Xiaobao said: "We'd better go down."
Wang Wen nodded and walked down the mountain with Yang Xiaobao and the villagers.
It was already evening when Pan He saw the yellow hair.
Seeing the yellow-haired shoulders tied with a bandage and a bitter look on his face, he snorted.
"Mr. Pan, this Yang Xiaobao is really amazing." Huang Mao said, "None of us is his opponent."
"Okay, okay, I understand this, get out of here!"
Pan He waved his hand, as if he was waving a fly and drove away the yellow-haired hair.
After Huangmao left, Pan He took a deep breath, turned around and opened the door, and walked in.
"How is it, how is the matter done?"
Pan Hanhai, who was sitting on the sofa, asked.
Pan He shook his head and said, "It was not done. They were beaten by Yang Xiaobao and came back in a mess."
"This is also expected." Pan Hanhai said, "Let's ignore this matter for now, and now we will pick up Mr. Liu's people." This chapter has been completed!