No matter whether it was the many villagers crowded on the first floor or the brothers Lu Maodian and Lu Maocai standing by the railing on the second floor, none would believe the voice coming from outside the door.
Ignoring it completely was the best way to respond.
Lu Maocai took a deep breath, shook his head, and muttered to himself, Anyway, he can't break in... What the heck is that noise?!
Outside, Li Ang gripped a streetlight pole, furiously smashing it against the villa's gate.
THUD THUD, THUD THUD THUD, THUD THUD THUD THUD.
Amidst the rhythmic pounding, the door quickly began to deform and cave in. With a loud boom, the whole door was violently smashed open, falling to the ground and kicking up dust.
Li Ang, holding the streetlight pole, stood outside the gate. A flash of lightning passed, casting his figure as ghostly as a phantom.
Li Ang waved his hand, giving a sinister laugh toward the people inside the house, sending chills down the villagers' spines as they unanimously stepped back.
Don't you co over here!
Li Ang looked at the many villagers squeezed into the corner of the first-floor living room and let out a sorrowful sigh. While swinging the heavy streetlight pole with might, he said gently, "Everyone, don't be shy. I am a very amiable person."
Amiable my ass! Can you put down that streetlight pole before you say sothing like that?
Seeing that the villagers didn't understand him, Li Ang helplessly shook his head and pointed the streetlight pole toward the now wide-open villa gate.
No sooner had the tallic pole entered the building than the green glyphs of the Formation erged on the villa's walls, corroding the top end of the streetlight, causing it to drip down like molten wax.
"Huh?"
Li Ang, sowhat astonished, withdrew the shortened streetlight pole, looking at the neat, lted cross-section at its end.
Inside the villa, Lu Maocai and Lu Maodian exchanged glances and sighed with relief. Thankfully, thankfully, the protective spell barrier was strong enough that even this madman who wielded a streetlight as if it were a match couldn't break in.
"Hmm..."
Li Ang stood outside the door, pondering for a while, then took several Molotov cocktails from his backpack slot, casually lit one, and threw it into the villa's courtyard.
BOOM.
As the Molotov cocktail shattered, flas shot up to the sky, undiminished by the increasingly heavy rain.
Li Ang swung the unlit Molotov cocktails in his hand and gave a radiant smile to the people inside. "Folks, you see, hiding in the house on such a cold day, you can easily catch a cold. Let
set fire to the house to warm you up a bit."
Damn your 'sending warmth'...
Lu Maocai took a deep breath, intending to speak up, when he saw his father Lu Gui, leaning on a Wooden Long Stick, coming down from upstairs.
The arrival of Lu Gui greatly eased everyone's tension and fear. The sanctuary here was built by him alone.
....
The old village chief looked sowhat tired. Leaning on his long stick, he looked at Li Ang and said, his voice low and Youyou, "Who are you, really?"
Li Ang slapped his chest. "I am the Chief of the Tourism Area Managent Comprehensive Regulation Committee and the Leader of the Public Security Comprehensive Regulation Work Group for the 5A-rated New Tourism Project Developnt Zone in the Shendong Creek Scenic Area of Badong County, Handong Province."
Lu Gui's face was a picture of confusion. After a long ti, he squeezed out a word, "What?"
Li Ang sighed at Lu Gui's poor mory. "My spirit is fierce as a wolf! My chest thumps with burning passion! I carry classic quotes on my shoulders! You lot better not get wild in front of ! Who calls the shots in Dusheng Village? I'll give you all four big hemorrhoids! It's , your King Han!"
This ti, Lu Gui finally understood. He drew a deep breath and politely said, "Comrade King Han, our Dusheng Village has never done anything to offend heaven or reason. When you were stranded in the mountains, our warm-hearted village offered you free food, clothes, and lodging to welco you. If there's anything Dusheng Village has done wrong, you can just make suggestions. We can sit down and talk it out; there's no need for violence..."
"Pah!"
Li Ang interrupted Lu Gui with righteous indignation, speaking sternly, "The orders from above are absolute: Dusheng Village must be taken. Thinking I would let you off? In broad daylight, dream on! You better dismantle this barrier right now, or else, I'm telling you, you won't like the consequences, rember that. When I see your walking stick later, I'll make sure to snatch it and smack it across your face."
Li Ang's threat seed to have no effect.
Lu Gui rubbed his skeletal palm on his cane, his face dark and indecisive. He said, his voice a Youyou whisper, "You can try."
"Then I'll try."
Li Ang snorted coldly, ignited a Molotov cocktail, and threw it at the walls and roof of the villa.
The flammable liquid burst into flas instantly, and neither the wind nor the rain could quench it.
The many villagers inside the house, feeling the scorching heat of the raging flas, scread out in terror. The original source is *.
Lu Gui coughed and raised his cane to jab at the ground.
The torrential rain and Gale howled down, dousing the fire and imdiately quieting the roaring blaze.
"Oh, not too shabby."
He straightened up, looking through the window that the monster had broken open earlier. Staring motionless at the villagers, he said, his voice Youyou, "The pigs in this village are too fat."
The pigs are too fat.
A simple sentence, yet it made the faces of the three Lu family mbers—Lu Gui, Lu Maodian, and Lu Maocai—change dramatically. Many villagers also seed to realize sothing, turning as pale as paper and speechless.
Li Ang calmly set up all the explosive devices, took a few steps back, disregarded the villagers' pleas, and pressed the button.
BOOM—
Flas shot up into the sky. Even as the Formation blocked most of the shockwave and saved all the villagers, the villa still collapsed partially.
Lu Gui clearly felt the tilting and collapsing of the house causing the altar in the attic to shift out of place.
The supply of Mana to the Formation was intermittent. The invisible barrier surrounding the house flickered like the signal on an old television, fading in and out until it finally disappeared completely.
"You madman!"
Lu Gui's eyes were bloodshot, his thin arms tightly gripping the Wooden Long Stick. As he watched Li Ang walk into the house at an unhurried pace, he roared, "Dusheng Village has no quarrel with you! Why do you insist on driving us to our deaths?!"
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