Seeing that Han Dazhu was serious about what he said, the Qin family was a little afraid.
In Shangwan Village, everyone knew that Han Dazhu was a hunter. When he was young, he could take down ferocious wild boars alone. Although he was no longer a hunter and was old, he was still terrifying enough.
Wait a minute.
At this moment, everyone realized something.
Why was Lame Han no longer lame? When they thought about how he walked in just now, he looked no different from a normal person. What was going on?
Everyone was puzzled, except for the Qin family, who were in a state of panic.
At this moment, Wang Qiang's voice sounded from outside the door. "Make way, make way. The village chief is here!"
"What's going on? Can someone tell me?" Liu Shuan glanced at the Qin family who looked equally miserable and asked in a low voice.