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"I'll fight you to the death!"

Jiang Xuewen's shrill roar still echoed in the air above the village entrance.

He was like a firecracker that had been lit, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted with rage as he opened his arms and lunged at Jiang Chen.

His demeanor was less like that of a scholar and more like that of a mad dog driven to the brink of despair, ready to bite with its life on the line.

The surrounding villagers gasped in surprise and instinctively took several steps back.

Jiang Wanhai was so angry that his cane trembled. He wanted to go forward, but he was afraid of being hurt by this madman.

Jiang Chen stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

He even had the leisure to take out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Just as Jiang Xuewen's withered, claw-like hands were about to touch Jiang Chen's collar...

A dark figure, as tall as an iron tower, suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Chen.

It's Wang Dagou!

"Fuck your grandma!"

Wang Dagou's bull-like eyes were wide open, and the fat on his face was twitching.

Without even looking at Jiang Xuewen's movements, he swung his large, fan-like hand backhand with a gust of wind!

The action was simple, brutal, and without a trace of fancyness!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound that was extremely loud!

It was as crisp as a firecracker exploding in someone's yard during Chinese New Year!

Everyone saw Jiang Xuewen's thin body spin half a circle in mid-air like a top.

Then, with a "thud," it crashed heavily onto the concrete ground three meters away.

Two white, blood-tinged objects flew out from mid-air.

It's a tooth.

The entire venue fell into an instant, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Xuewen lay on the ground, completely dazed, his ears ringing as if a thousand flies were buzzing in his ears.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his face.

The first thing I felt was a burning, excruciating pain and rapidly swelling flesh.

Half of his face swelled up like a steamed bun at a visible speed.

Wang Dagou was still not satisfied.

He took a big step forward, raised his big foot, which was wearing size 45 liberation shoes, and stomped hard on the two bottles of fake Moutai that Jiang Xuewen treasured on the stone table!

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

Two exquisite wine bottles shattered instantly!

An extremely pungent, industrial-smelling smell of cheap alcohol instantly filled the air.

Upon smelling the odor, the villagers watching all showed expressions of disgust.

"You dare try to fool Brother Chen and the old man with this nonsense?"

Wang Dagou pointed at Jiang Xuewen, who was slumped on the ground, and began to curse.

"Still trying to act tough in front of Brother Chen? Who the hell do you think you are!"

Jiang Xuewen covered his swollen face, looking at the shards of glass scattered on the ground and the pungent liquid. His eyes were no longer filled with jealousy and resentment, but with a great fear.

He was afraid.

I was utterly terrified.

That slap shattered all his pride, all his fantasies, and all his arrogance.

Jiang Chen then slowly walked forward.

He looked down at Jiang Xuewen, who was slumped on the ground like a stray dog, his eyes showing no anger, only a cold indifference as if he were looking at trash.

"Jiangjia Village does not support idlers."

Jiang Chen exhaled a smoke ring; the sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I won't raise you anymore, you petty thief, you ungrateful wretch."

Jiang Chen didn't even bother to look at him again, and simply waved casually at the security team not far away.

"Security team, throw him out."

"yes!"

A unified shout rang out.

Seven or eight black-clad security guards who had been standing by immediately rushed forward like a pack of tigers.

Their movements were synchronized and they were well-trained.

Two men, one on each side, grabbed Jiang Xuewen's arms without any hesitation, dragging him out of the village as if he were a dead chicken just pulled out of a chicken plague.

"No! You can't do this to me!"

Jiang Xuewen finally realized what was happening and began to struggle desperately, kicking his legs wildly on the ground.

He let out an even more agonizing scream than before.

"Let me go! I'm a member of the Jiang family! I have a PhD! I also have a right to a share of the profits!"

"Jiang Chen! You're using this to settle personal scores! You're just jealous of talent!"

"Grandpa! Third Master! Help me! We're all surnamed Jiang!"

However, his struggles and cries did not elicit any sympathy from anyone.

Old Master Jiang Wanshan kept his head down the whole time, looking at the chessboard in front of him, as if nothing had happened.

Third Master Jiang Wanhai let out a heavy "humph," turned his head to the side, and looked disgusted.

The surrounding villagers pointed and whispered, their eyes filled with disdain and schadenfreude.

The security guards were expressionless, their grip extremely strong, holding Jiang Xuewen so tightly that he couldn't struggle at all.

They dragged Jiang Xuewen all the way to the imposing white marble archway at the entrance of the village.

This is the territory of Jiangjia Village.

Outside the archway lies land outside the village.

The two security guards exchanged a glance, a cold smile curving their lips.

They exerted force simultaneously, their arm muscles bulging, as if throwing a tattered sack, and swung their arms violently!

"ah--!"

Jiang Xuewen drew an ugly parabola in mid-air.

"thump!"

A muffled thud.

He was thrown far away like a dead dog into a muddy puddle by the roadside, filled with murky rainwater from the rain that had fallen a couple of days prior.

The muddy yellow slurry instantly splattered all over him, from head to toe, leaving him completely covered.

Jiang Xuewen was covered in mud, with a few rotten vegetable leaves still hanging in his hair. He sat in the mud pit in a sorry state, unable to get up for a long time.

Wang Dagou strode up to the archway, standing like a door god, pointing at Jiang Xuewen in the mud pit, and shouting curses at the top of his lungs.

"Remember this! If you ever dare to set foot in Jiangjia Village again, I'll personally break your legs!"

"Get out of here now?!"

Jiang Xuewen shivered in the mud, scrambled to his feet, and limped away without looking back, fleeing in the direction of the county town.

Watching his disheveled figure disappear, the villagers at the village entrance burst into a hearty laugh.