Me! A high-ranking official!

"Bang!"

This blow felt as if it had struck rotten leather.

Before the other man could let out a piercing scream, he threw down the broken stick, grabbed the middle-aged man's collar with his left hand and his belt with his right, his arm muscles instantly bulging.

"roll!!!"

Under the horrified gazes of hundreds of people, whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, he actually used one hand to lift a burly adult man weighing 150 or 160 pounds over his head as if he were lifting a tattered sack!

Then, with a sudden twist of his waist, he slammed the man into an open space in front of him like throwing a discus!

"call……"

The human body traces an arc in mid-air.

The surrounding villagers were terrified, letting out a series of horrified screams, and retreated frantically in all directions as if avoiding a plague, instantly clearing a large area in the middle.

"thump!"

The middle-aged man was slammed heavily onto the hard, muddy ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He clutched his thigh, his face contorted in pain, and rolled wildly on the ground like a shrimp, letting out a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered. He couldn't even stand up.

The entire room fell silent!

In the threshing ground where hundreds of people were gathered, apart from the man's screams on the ground, not even a cough could be heard.

All the villagers seemed frozen in place, their hoes and shovels hanging in mid-air, their faces pale, staring intently at Zhao Jianguo, who stood in the center of the field like a living Yama, a god of war descended to earth.

Zhao Jianguo's chest heaved slightly. He raised the back of his hand and casually wiped away a trace of blood seeping from the back of his head. His gaze slowly swept over the faces of everyone present. His voice was icy, booming through the deathly silence of the threshing ground: "Anyone else who wants to teach me a lesson again? Step forward!"

The threshing floor was deathly silent, save for the painful gasps of the middle-aged man who had been thrown to the ground.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with barely concealed fear. The strength Zhao Jianguo had just displayed was far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend. That was a hard jujube wood stick! Normally, even chopping it with an axe would take a long time, yet he had broken it effortlessly in mid-air with just his bare hands! Not to mention, he had just tossed a 150-160 pound man away like a broken sack of potatoes with one hand. This was no human being; he was a humanoid beast!

After a brief silence, someone on the outskirts of the crowd finally snapped out of their shock. A sharp, panicked voice screamed, "The village secretary beat someone! The village secretary has seriously injured someone! Quick! Call the police and arrest him!"

Zhao Jianguo turned his head sharply, his eyes, still bloodshot, instantly locking onto the gaunt man in the crowd who had shouted.

The man was jumping up and down, preparing to continue inciting the crowd, when he suddenly met the man's violent and murderous gaze. He shuddered violently, as if someone had grabbed his throat, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat. He was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth and hid behind the people next to him in a panic.

Seeing the surroundings quiet down again, even the young men who had been wielding shovels unconsciously took a half-step back, Zhao Jianguo sneered and shouted angrily, "Where's Luo Shuishan?! Where the hell is Luo Shuishan?!"

His voice echoed across the empty threshing ground, making everyone's eardrums buzz: "Such a large-scale mass gathering has occurred in the village, and as the village secretary and head of Luo Family Village, he's hiding away at this time, not a soul can be seen! What is he good for?!"

From the crowd, a villager with a stubborn neck mustered his courage and shouted, "What does this have to do with the village chief? We're the ones who are dissatisfied with the land price; we asked for it ourselves!"

"Fine! Fine, so you all wanted to come here yourselves!" Zhao Jianguo laughed angrily. He took a step forward, grabbed the middle-aged man who was still screaming on the ground by the back of his collar, and half-lifted him up like a dead dog. His gaze swept across the room with a sinister look: "So, this bastard's sneak attack from behind, hitting me on the back of the head with a stick, was also your collective idea?!"

The villagers' expressions changed. Assassinating a public official was a serious crime, and no one dared to take responsibility at this time. They all avoided Zhao Jianguo's gaze and dared not utter a sound.

Zhao Jianguo ignored them, grabbed the middle-aged man named Luo Maizi, and, gathering his strength, shouted, "Luo Ming! Where's Luo Ming! Get out here!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a hurried response came from the back of the crowd: "Secretary! Secretary, I'm here!"

Everyone turned to look and saw that the village chief, Luo Ming, was sweating profusely and desperately pushing his way through the crowd. Beside him, Li Gan, like an angry black panther, was holding a thick steel pipe that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, protecting Luo Ming and forcibly creating a path.

As soon as he rushed into the encirclement, Li Gan immediately stood in front of Zhao Jianguo, his fierce eyes fixed on the villagers in front of him, his hand gripping the steel pipe tightly. Judging from his posture, if anyone on the other side dared to take another step forward, he would definitely rush up and fight them to the death without hesitation!

Looking at the panting Luo Ming, Zhao Jianguo was so angry he laughed, and threw the wheat in his hand back to the ground like trash.

"Don't think I don't know what shady things Luo Shuishan has been up to behind the scenes!" Zhao Jianguo pointed at the wheat on the ground and coldly shouted at the surrounding villagers, "You'd better call him right now and tell him to get over here immediately! Otherwise, when the whole truth comes out, Luo Shuishan won't be able to handle it!"

The villager who had been shouting earlier yelled back defiantly, "It was you, Zhao Jianguo, who stopped the company from raising prices for us! This is our own land, what does it have to do with the village chief! Stop trying to divert attention!"

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, then abruptly stopped, his face instantly turning ashen. He shouted, "Luo Ming! In front of the entire village, tell them loudly! What exactly did Luo Shuishan say when he privately approached you, asking you to lead the opposition against the land requisition?! Who did he collude with?!"

Luo Ming stood there, looking at the familiar eyes around him, his face full of difficulty and struggle. He swallowed hard, cold sweat streaming down his face. If he were to expose Luo Shuishan's secrets in front of the whole village, he would have completely offended everyone in Luo Family Village.

But when he looked up and met Zhao Jianguo's sharp, unwavering eyes, and remembering his son Luo Zhiyong in jail, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and shouted, "Secretary! I'll talk!"

The entire room fell silent instantly, and everyone stared at Luo Ming with suspicion and uncertainty.