When they saw the police cars drive away, the simplicity on the villagers' faces disappeared.
The smile on the old man's face also turned cold, and he said hoarsely, "They won't give up easily. Make sure to deal with that man thoroughly."
Immediately, a burly man patted his chest, "Don't worry, uncle. Our village's two fish ponds and that one pigpen will ensure he disappears without a trace, leaving no evidence for the police."
"That's good."
The old man nodded, his expression unchanged, as if such matters were nothing out of the ordinary.
"Alright, it's over. Everyone, go home."
At this moment, overhead in the village, although the sun was shining brightly, it didn't bring any warmth.
...
Mountain and Sea Mountain Range, Shaoyang Mountain.
A town at the foot of the mountain, with several thousand residents, remains unchanged.
Like the people in other places, the locals here rely on the mountain for their livelihood.
