"And just where do you think you're going?"
Fatty Qi stood up from the wheat field and sneered, "A bunch of heartless bastards. If Brother Qin and I hadn't been watching, you really would have fooled us! You drain our blood while we're alive, and you won't even leave us in peace when we're dead!"
"Damn it, how are you here?" the village chief's son demanded.
"This is my family's business! Su Qian is my niece, so it has nothing to do with you!" Su Youde said, panicking. "What I do is none of your concern!"
"What you're doing is a crime!" Fatty Qi retorted, snatching Su Qian's urn from Su Youde. "There's no room for discussion. You're coming with us to the Patrol Department."
"To hell with you!" Enraged, a cold glint flashed in the village chief's son's eyes. Deciding to go all out, he suddenly swung a shovel at Fatty Qi's head.
"You're asking to die."
BANG! THUD!
