As Old Hua's voice faded, Hua Qiang, holding a large bloody knife, decisively approached them, effortlessly twirling the blade. Even in the dark, the cold gleam of the weapon pierced through the night.
The blood dripping to the ground and the flashes of cold light quickly shattered the already terrified criminals, compelling them to spill the secrets they had been hiding, igniting a raging fury among the people of Hua Village.
Though somewhat prepared, upon hearing they treated humans like livestock, storing them for food, the burning anger inside was uncontrollable.
No need to suppress what couldn't be suppressed, Hua Rong and the other men rushed forward, launching into a fit of punching and kicking. Even beating these inhumane people to death wouldn't atone for their heinous deeds.
"Enough," it was Old Hua who wanted to keep a few alive to lead the way, stopping them when he saw it was almost over.
