Wang Dalai had thought that Li Dahai would understand.
But to his surprise, upon seeing this group of people, Li Dahai was even more furious.
"Look what trash you've brought here! Huh? Each of them looks like a dead man walking. Now get out of here, all of you!"
A bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates.
How dare they be brought to the Li Family's courtyard!
"You, this person!"
This group was nothing but local ruffians.
They were used to cursing others and causing trouble for them; when had they ever been cursed like this?
In a reflex, they rolled up their sleeves, ready to grab Wang Dalai and beat up Li Dahai.
Being from the neighboring village, they naturally did not know who Li Dahai was.
Wang Dalai, panicked, quickly stretched out his arms to block them.
"For heaven's sake, don't make trouble here."
"Who is this crappy old man, huh? Does he need a lesson?"
"Brothers, beat him up. Haven't we suffered enough humiliation today?"