This time, they were blocking the door again...
Chen Daoguang had gathered seventy or eighty people. He was helping out again, obliged by his ties to relatives.
But he always had a bad feeling.
"Of course not!"
Chen Daoguang snorted coldly and said confidently, "Do you think I was detained for three days for nothing? Last time, it was because we broke into the farmhouse, armed with wooden sticks, and smashed their door. This time, we haven't done anything."
"The police wouldn't dare arrest us even if they came!"
"Those damn police officers! I just smashed a door and got detained for three days."
"That murderer was released the very next day! I absolutely must get justice for my son!"
Chen Daoguang took a deep breath.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
He then looked at everyone and said, "Brothers, once this is over, I'll make sure to look out for you all in the future. I won't forget your help!"
