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"Believe it or not, I'll stab you to death!"

The skinny conman's fierce yet cowardly roar, along with the gleaming switchblade in his hand, did indeed have an effect.

The tourists and villagers who were watching were startled and retreated in a flash, instantly clearing a large area.

Jiang Wanhai, who had been so aggressive and ready to fight to the death, was startled when he saw the gleaming knife. His hand, which was holding a cane, froze in mid-air.

However, Jiang Chen remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

He even took out a cigarette from his pocket with great interest, lit it, and slowly took a puff.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a clown jumping around, full of undisguised contempt and mockery.

"Oh ho? You've even brought out your weapons?"

Wang Dagou, who had been standing behind Jiang Chen, was not afraid at all when he saw this scene. Instead, he excitedly took a step forward and cracked his knuckles.

"Using a knife in Brother Chen's territory? You fucking have a death wish, don't you know what death means?!"

Wang Dagou roared, his voice like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making people's ears ring.

He looked around, grabbed a small stool from a nearby vegetable stall that was used for customers to rest, raised it high above his head, and made as if to smash it down on the skinny man's head.

The skinny man was terrified by Wang Dagou's reckless and ferocious aura, and his hand holding the knife began to tremble involuntarily.

"You...you guys stay away! I...I really will stab you!"

Just when the situation was about to erupt and the air was so tense it felt like it was about to freeze.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A sharp, loud gong suddenly rang out from the periphery of the crowd, deafeningly loud.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar, loud voice, as clear as if piercing through clouds and splitting rocks, resounded throughout the entire square.

"Make way! Make way! The inspectors are enforcing the law! All bystanders, stand back!"

Hu Lahua, the leading figure of the square dance in Jiangjia Village, was wearing a red sash with the five gold-stamped characters "Daji Inspection Team" printed on it.

Holding a gleaming gong in one hand and a gong mallet in the other, she pushed her way through the crowd with an imposing air.

Behind her followed dozens of elderly women dressed similarly, with an average age of over sixty.

This is precisely the "Jiangjia Village Market Women's Inspection Team" that Hu Lahua spontaneously organized in response to Jiang Chen's call.

These middle-aged women are usually either dancing in the square or gossiping about this and that in the village.

Now that they have official "staffing," they are all incredibly energetic and full of enthusiasm, like they've been injected with adrenaline.

Hu Lahua rushed into the circle and immediately spotted the skinny man with the knife, as well as Jiang Wanhai, whose face was deathly pale.

When she looked again at the smashed "antique bowl" on the ground, she immediately understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

"You blind little brat!"

Hu Lahua slammed the gong on the ground, pointed the mallet at the skinny man's nose, and began to curse.

"They dare to sell counterfeit goods and cheat people on our Jiangjia Village turf, and they even dare to brandish a knife to scare our Third Master!"

"Sisters! What are you all standing there for! Someone's causing trouble!"

Hu Lahua suddenly waved her hand and roared with great energy.

"Get me started, you old hag, set up the 'Heavenly Gate Sweeping Formation'!"

"yes!"

The dozens of middle-aged women behind him echoed in unison, their voices loud and clear, their momentum overwhelming.

The next second, an astonishing scene unfolded.

These dozens of seemingly kind-looking middle-aged women, who usually only know how to dance in the square and take care of their grandchildren, moved in perfect unison, as if they had practiced a thousand times.

They scattered with a "whoosh," forming a mysterious formation that instantly surrounded the terrified, skinny conman in the very center.

What's even more terrifying is that what they're holding isn't some vegetarian weapon.

There was a large broom borrowed from the cleaner.

They brought their own long-handled mops to mop the floor.

There were also a few middle-aged women who, I don't know which noodle stall they came from, picked up rolling pins used for rolling out dumpling wrappers!

Dozens of weapons of varying lengths, but all extremely intimidating, were pointed at the skinny man in the center of the encirclement from all directions.

That skinny guy had never seen anything like this before.

This is even more outrageous than a gang fight in a movie!

His hand holding the knife trembled so badly it was like a leaf, and the tip of the knife was almost out of sight of him.

His lips trembled as he shouted, his voice a mixture of bravado and cowardice.

"You...you stay away! I'm telling you, I'm ruthless! I've killed people before!"

Hu Lahua, standing outside the circle, heard this and spat out a disdainful "pui".

She snatched the thickest bamboo broom from an older woman next to her, swung it around, and smacked the skinny man hard across the face!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound!

The bamboo broom struck the skinny man squarely in the face, knocking his high nose bridge crooked, and blood gushed from his nose instantly.

"I'm going to beat you up, you ruthless bastard!"

Having succeeded in her attack, Hu Lahua wasn't satisfied and continued to curse loudly.

"In our Jiangjia Village, even if you were a dragon, you'd have to coil up before me!"

This broom was like a clarion call to attack.

"Kill this liar!"

"Let him know how formidable we old sisters are!"

Dozens of middle-aged women, filled with righteous indignation, shouted slogans and hurled brooms, mops, and rolling pins at the skinny man in the encirclement like a storm!

"Crackling and popping!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

For a moment, the scene became extremely chaotic, yet also extremely comical.

The poor swindler was trapped in the center of the "broom formation," with no chance to fight back.

He could only crouch on the ground, covering his head with his hands, enduring the "iron fists of justice" coming from all directions.

He let out a series of pig-like screams, which sounded so insignificant amidst the symphony of dozens of rolling pins.

"Ah! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Auntie! Grandma! I was wrong!"

"I admit my mistake! I'll refund your money! I'll refund everything!"

The entire beating lasted a full five minutes.

Jiang Chen coughed once, signaling Hu Lahua to stop, when he felt that it was enough and that continuing the fight would really kill someone.

The women then reluctantly stopped.

Looking at the skinny guy inside the encirclement, he was in a terrible state.

He was covered in footprints and dust, his fashionable jacket was torn to shreds, and his face was bruised and swollen like a pig's head.

That switchblade used to scare people has long since flown off to some unknown corner.

Jiang Chen slowly walked up to him, squatted down, and took out a printed piece of paper from his pocket. It was the "Business Instructions" that every vendor had signed and confirmed when they entered the market.

Jiang Chen slapped the paper directly onto the skinny man's face, which was already swollen like a pig's head.

"Have you read the rules carefully?"

Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Anyone found selling counterfeit or substandard products at our Jiangjia Village market will be required to pay ten times the purchase price in compensation!"

"You cheated our Third Master out of 10,000, ten times that, which is 100,000."

Jiang Chen stood up, looking down at him with icy eyes.

"Now, immediately, give me 100,000 yuan."

"Otherwise, I guarantee you'll become the most fertile pile of fertilizer in that cornfield behind our village today."

The skinny man shuddered under Jiang Chen's gaze, and even felt a warm sensation in his crotch.

He didn't dare utter a single unnecessary word, and with trembling hands, he pulled out the phone with its screen almost crushed from his torn pocket.

While crying, he opened the payment app and, with trembling hands, transferred all the savings he had accumulated over the years through swindling and cheating in various markets, not a single penny left, to Jiang Wanhai, who stood beside him with a complicated expression.