Qin Yao looked up and saw the rice shop assistant hobbling over with seventy or eighty people.
One hand covering his swollen face, he occasionally turned back to nod and bow to the pale, fat man being carried on a bamboo chair behind him, while pointing ahead and saying:
"Mr. Wu, it's her! This woman led a group of bumpkins and smashed our rice shop!"
Wang Mawu squinted his eyes and looked ahead, but from several hundred meters away, he couldn't see what the woman looked like at all.
Yet he could clearly feel her cold and scrutinizing gaze, frowning immediately, knowing she was definitely a tough opponent.
Thinking of the culprit who attracted this tough opponent, Wang Mawu picked up the back scratcher in his hand and smashed it hard on the forehead of the assistant below!
Through gritted teeth he cursed, "How did you handle things, you brat? I told you hundreds of times, investigate before taking action! Did you investigate your father's crotch?!"
