Those seven or eight burly Great Hans, faced with the surging emotions of the villagers of Jiuli Village, remained unfazed, looking completely relaxed.
It seemed they didn't take this group of country folk seriously at all.
Upon hearing Grandpa Zhang's scolding, a man with a large black mole on his face glared.
"I remember you, old man. Last time we were here, it was you who led the plea for us to spare Lu Ming's two little brats, right?"
"But we were so kind-hearted, sparing those two little pups, only to find that you lowlifes dared to deceive the Black Wolf Gang!"
Grandpa Zhang was taken aback. "When have we ever deceived you?"
"Still denying it?" the man with the black mole sneered. "You said, back then, that you had sold off all of Lu Family's land and property to pay off the debt of Lu Ming and his wife, right?"
"Indeed, had it not been so, would you jackals have been willing to leave?" Grandpa Zhang said angrily.