"I don't have time to waste words with you. Put your hands on your head and squat down!" Xu Zhengqi shouted.
"Why should we listen to you? We're not afraid of you!"
The twenty or so people from Nancun all surrounded them, holding weapons in their hands.
Meanwhile, others from the village started coming in one after another.
There were men, women, young and old, a bustling crowd occupying the entire courtyard, completely encircling the eight police officers.
The situation before them was tense and murderous, and they suddenly found themselves at a disadvantage.
Lin Yi glanced around; among the eight officers, there were two women. The opposing crowd was over forty people, a mix of men, women, and children. If a clash really broke out, the consequences were hard to predict.
"You all have some nerve!"
Ma Wenliang was furious, pulling out his weapon and firing into the sky.
But the people present seemed not to be afraid.
