“Fuck! Is there no law anymore? What, you think you can act like thugs just because the Niu family has more people? Fuck you all, I’ll blast every single one of you!”
“Fuck you! Always bullying this person and that person. I think you’re all tired of living. Today, I’m sending every last one of you to the Western Paradise!”
As the sounds of cursing drew closer, a shocking scene unfolded.
First Uncle Wang Dashu and Second Uncle Wang Daliang were each wielding a Type 56 assault rifle. Their sons, Wang Yong and Wang Gan, as well as Wang Shun and Wang Li, were each carrying a Type 56 semi-automatic. Beside them was Wang Dazhu, who had clearly just come down from the mountain, still wearing a flower basket on his back but clutching a large Type 54 pistol in his hand. These seven men came jogging over, cursing loudly as they went.
Seven people, seven guns. From fully automatic rifles to pistols, they had a complete set of standard-issue weaponry.
To be honest, when the crowd at the meeting saw a row of muzzles, several members of the Niu family literally pissed their pants in terror.
The reason it was certain that people had pissed themselves was that the smell of urine is barely noticeable if only one or two people do it; it’s only when a crowd does it that the stench permeates the air.
While the people at the meeting felt only shock or fear, Wang An was completely stunned by the scene.
No wonder Wang An noticed that Wang Li and the third brother, Wang Gan—who had arrived early—had vanished the moment he started fighting.
Even after Wang An had finished dealing with those three, there was still no sign of those two. It turned out the brothers had gone back to get guns and call for reinforcements.
However, in the local countryside, it was perfectly normal for the brothers to leave Wang An behind to go get guns and people in such a situation.
Because often, a fight between two individuals in the village would trigger a fight between two clans.
Just like the village meeting before the New Year to prevent wolves and jackals from entering the village, where a group from the Sun family and a group from the Niu family had clashed.
In such cases, if someone from one side was beaten to death or crippled, it would quickly lead to a mass brawl between the Sun clansmen and the Niu clansmen.
There was no other way; if you won't let me live, why the hell would I wait before fighting you to the death?
The Wang family knew Wang An could fight; a few ordinary people together weren't his match. But what happened next?
No matter how awesome Wang An was, no matter how well he could fight—he could beat three or five people, and even five to eight would be no problem.
But if a dozen people attacked at once, could Wang An win?
If he couldn't beat a dozen, what about twenty or thirty? Just how much "capacity" did Wang An have? Could he actually win?
Forget bragging; regardless of whether he could win, the sheer exhaustion alone would absolutely wear Wang An to death!
Therefore, at a time like this, he needed help from the family. At the very least, someone had to help Wang An hold down the scene.
Without help, it simply wouldn't work.
Thus, what Wang Li and Wang Gan did was very correct and very wise.
If a situation occurred where twenty or thirty people beat Wang An, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance he would be beaten to death—and it would be a meaningless death.
Because since ancient times, there has been an old saying: "The law does not punish the crowd!"
Of course, for Wang An, such a thing was impossible. After all, Wang An had not only a gun in his pocket but also a militia certificate. If things got desperate and he opened fire, that militia certificate would be very useful.
Never think that an ordinary person can fight against the government and win in the end.
Even in later generations, this would still be the case.
Unless a rival power intervened or a very powerful third party took notice of the matter; otherwise, it was absolutely impossible.
There was no helping it; this was a fact.
But regardless, those two had run surprisingly fast.
It could be said that no one in the Wang family ran slowly, as they were all tall with long legs; it would be strange if they were slow.
However, the current scene was indeed a bit too exaggerated. Seven people with seven guns—holy shit, what the fuck are they trying to do?
The seven of them had run in a hurry, so they were all panting heavily. Especially Comrade Wang Dazhu, who had run over while still carrying a basket full of mushrooms and wild vegetables.
From this, one could see how worried Wang Dazhu was about his son's safety.
Seeing the scene, anyone could guess who had been beaten. Thus, Wang Dashu and the others stopped cursing and stopped saying the Niu family was bullying people; they suddenly shut their mouths.
Wang Dazhu rushed to Wang An's side, looked him up and down, and asked with a worried frown
"Xiao An, are you okay? Where are you bleeding?"
Because Niu Dawei, Niu Dayou, and Da Hui had all been beaten by Wang An until they spat blood, Wang An's body and hands were inevitably splattered with blood. Looking at him now, it really seemed as if Wang An was the one injured.
Hearing this, Wang An said with a smile
"Dad, I'm fine. It's all their blood. Don't worry."
Wang Dazhu had great faith in Wang An's combat ability. Most importantly, Wang An had previously been a street thug who fought every day.
And in the last two months, Wang An had not only become a militia member but also practiced that martial art in the yard where he walked on his arms with his head down every day—Wang Dazhu had seen it all.
So after Wang An spoke, Wang Dazhu nodded and said
"In the future, don't just start fighting the moment you feel like it. What's the use of fighting all the time? What if you get seriously hurt? You're over twenty years old; don't you know how to be steady? Can you fight forever?"
Wang Dazhu was right. Fighting was indeed useless. Winning only vented some anger, but if you lost or were accidentally hit, you were the one who suffered.
Just like the time Wang An was hit in the head by Cui Tian and his group; that was the time Wang An was almost crippled.
After Wang Dazhu finished, Wang An scratched his head and smiled awkwardly
"I didn't even want to pay attention to them. It was that idiot called Da Hui who insisted on provoking me, and then those two morons Niu Dayou and Niu Dawei insisted on intervening unfairly. Otherwise, why would I beat them? I'm not so bored that I have nothing better to do."
Just as the entire meeting was in chaos due to the arrival of Wang Dashu and the other six, a large group of men—about twenty of them—came running from the east side of the village.
Furthermore, these twenty people didn't come empty-handed. Type 56 semi-automatics, automatic rifles, double-barrel shotguns, single-barrel shotguns, sand guns—they had everything.
It must be said that this fight of Wang An's had effectively exposed every single gun owned by the Niu family in the village.
Although Wang An knew that due to historical reasons, many villagers had guns, he never imagined there would be so damn many.
Keep in mind, this was only the Niu family. There were still the Sun and Li families in the village.