The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me Chapter 270 - 269: Obstructing Official Business

Zhao Zhonghai hurriedly asked after entering, "Mom, how is my dad?"

"Da Hai, your dad is unconscious," the old lady sobbed.

On the bed, the old man had gray-white hair, his head wrapped in bandages, and beside the bed, the floor was soaked with a lot of fresh blood.

"We must rush to the hospital," Zhao Zhonghai said urgently.

"Your father said if they dare to erect a monunt on Dragon Spring Mountain, he would smash his head against it to death," the old lady choked: "What...what should we do now?"

"Let's send dad to the hospital first," Zhao Zhonghai hurriedly carried his father and ran outside.

Lin Chuan drove to send the elderly man to the hospital for further examination and treatnt.

After settling Zhao Zhonghai's father, they headed back to Dragon Spring Village. The sa crowd was still gathered at the entrance of the village. From their conversation, it was revealed that a surveying team ca to survey the terrain, and they were accompanied by a Japanese Feng Shui Master who ca to survey the Feng Shui to determine the location for this monunt. Naturally, the villagers disagreed, thus a conflict arose which escalated into a physical fight. Zhao Zhonghai's father, being the village chief, was beaten up.

The surveying team temporarily retreated due to the nurical advantage of Dragon Spring Village's people.

"Who knows when they will co back," an angry old man at the village entrance cursed: "Back in the day, the Japanese killed and looted here, and now they want to erect a monunt on our land, this... this is just a blatant insult to us. We... we absolutely disagree with their building of a monunt on Dragon Spring Mountain, because it's our ancestral mountain!"

"Right!" The crowd nodded in agreent.

Zhao Zhonghai quickly offered cigarettes to everyone. In the village, most of the young people had gone out to work, leaving behind groups of older people or n who worked on the farms. Relying on these people, it was impossible to stop Liu Dagu's efforts to erect the monunt.

However, after hundreds of years of developnt, Dragon Spring Village had also beco a very large village, reportedly with thousands of households, spread over several miles around Dragon Spring Mountain. Gathering everyone was a hassle, but this ti, the unity was unprecedented. Many people gathered together.

"They will definitely co back," Lin Chuan said, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hmm," Zhao Zhonghai nodded, saying: "And this ti, they will surely co back with even more people."

"There will be a whole bunch of thugs," Lin Chuan sneered.

Sure enough, Lin Chuan was not wrong. This ti, Bai Yifan personally contacted a local snakehead from Wujiang. Although he had a good relationship with Liu Dagu, once Bai Yifan spoke up, the snakehead readily agreed. He imdiately sent around fifty or sixty underlings with sticks and knives directly to Dragon Spring Village. Naturally, they were accompanied by a group of workers from Wujiang City Committee and a Japanese Feng Shui Master.

At the entrance of Dragon Spring Village.

"They're here," the old man with the cane tremblingly said: "Those damn people are back."

Everyone imdiately prepared, a group of farrs took up hoes, shovels, and other tools as weapons. Around fifty or sixty young n from the opposing group swiftly arrived at the scene in five or six vans. Once the vehicles stopped, a swarm of people clambered out.

The leader was a man with braids, wearing a black and white striped shirt, leather shoes on his feet, a cigarette in his left hand, and a machete in his right hand, pointing the machete at the villagers and asking, "Is it you?"

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Zhonghai stepped to the front.

"You'd better get lost," the braided man sneered: "I'm telling you, if anyone dares to stop us today, they'll die here!"

The opponent's eyes were fierce and sinister, and truth be told, it imdiately frightened many villagers. So people with less courage were already retreating. Lin Chuan, Zhao Zhonghai, along with Qingzi, and Zhou Kai stood at the forefront.

"Quite a big talker," Zhao Zhonghai sneered.

Seeing the standoff, the accompanying workers imdiately took another route headed towards Dragon Spring Mountain.

Lin Chuan and the others weren't in a rush, feeling they should first deal with the imdiate issue before addressing the rest. The opponent sneered upon seeing Zhao Zhonghai's defiance: "Kid, you're seeking death!"

Zhao Zhonghai dashed forward and grabbed the hand holding the knife.

Crack...

A crisp sound, and the bones in the opponent's hand shattered.

"Ah!!" The man scread in agony. Little did he know that Zhao Zhonghai, who seed just like any ordinary farr, possessed such impressive skills. The agonizing pain turned his face pale and sweat beaded on his forehead. He shouted, "You all get him!"

Rustle...

Fifty or sixty people from behind charged forward.

Lin Chuan, Qingzi, and Zhou Kai imdiately stepped up to et them. Qingzi still wielded her sharp Japanese sword, while Lin Chuan was barehanded.

The villagers of Dragon Spring Village were scared and stood by as bystanders. The gang of ruffians, ard with sticks and knives, had obviously frightened them. Thus, even before the fight began, the villagers of Dragon Spring Village had already lost half the battle. However, thankfully, Lin Chuan and Zhao Zhonghai were holding their ground.

Lin Chuan was agile, knocking several strong n to the ground, beating them until they were bruised. Although Lin Chuan was powerful, he did not intend to kill when facing these guys. To spare a life was also to save a life. Amongst these people, Lin Chuan moved as smoothly as a fish in water.

Qingzi's movents were like a feather, her hand wielding the Japanese sword, active within the group, swift and exhilarating in battle, yet also fiercely engaging. Influenced by Lin Chuan, Qingzi also refrained from taking lives, at most causing them so flesh wounds.

Zhou Kai's strength was barely enough to protect himself, and that was after having received training. He lacked the agility and speed of Lin Chuan and Qingzi, as well as Zhao Zhonghai's solid foundational skills and robust power. Thus, in a fight, he naturally found himself at a disadvantage. Fortunately, he was just able to handle a few people on his own.

Seeing this, the villagers of Dragon Spring Village, one elderly man leaning on a walking stick cursed, "You bunch of good-for-nothings, what are you standing around for, go on, attack!"

"Attack!" Behind him, dozens of sturdy n wielding hoes and shovels rushed forward.

With this additional force lending their strength, the advantage and disadvantage between the two sides beca instantly clear. The fifty-six troublemakers were imdiately overpowered and began to retreat while fighting.

"What's going on, what's happening!"

Just as the lee ensued, a police car appeared. Soone among the crowd had called the police. The police responded imdiately, dispatching officers to handle the disturbance.

Seeing the police, the dozens of troublemakers quickly got into their vehicles and sped away from the scene. No one dared to linger around.

Watching the others flee, the police could only take a few statents from so of the villagers, then they left the scene.

"Hmph," Zhao Zhonghai snorted coldly: "Let's go, up the mountain."

A group of people swiftly ran towards the Dragon Spring Mountain.

anwhile, in Wujiang, the workers were enthusiastically and subserviently attending to the Japanese Feng Shui Master. The man was holding a compass and a strange tool, taking asurents of the Feng Shui as he seed to be looking for an appropriate spot to decide the position of the stele.

As these people were busily engaged, Zhao Zhonghai arrived with a crowd.

"What... what do you intend to do?!" The one who spoke was Director Li from the Jiangbei City Reception Office of Wujiang County Committee.

"This is our Dragon Spring Village's mountain, who dares to erect a stele here!" Zhao Zhonghai roared: "Today, I'm going to take his life!"

"Don't be reckless." Seeing the other party's aggressive deanor, Director Li beca sowhat scared, he quickly swallowed several tis, and said, "This is a project approved by the City Committee and County Committee, you cannot obstruct our regular work, otherwise... otherwise, you'll be obstructing official duties."

"Obstructing official duties?" Zhao Zhonghai said disdainfully: "Today, I am going to obstruct official duties, so what?"

"You... you!" Director Li was so frightened that he kept stepping back.

Behind him, a group of indignant villagers shouted: "Kill the Japanese, kill the Japanese!"

This group of people was purely motivated by burning passion.

At this mont, Qingzi hastily stepped forward, speaking in pure Tokyo Japanese: "Sir, do we really need to erect a stele here?"

"Miss Qingzi, these are Mr. Fujii's orders," the Japanese Feng Shui Master said with a smile.

"But, if we do this, won't it be an insult to them?" Qingzi bit her lip, feeling sowhat conflicted. At first, she completely looked down on the Chinese people, but as she spent more ti in Jiangbei City, she realized that Chinese people weren't as bad as she had imagined.

The Feng Shui Master was taken aback, he said doubtfully: "Miss Qingzi, you mustn't forget your job. Besides, this group of Chinan is not worth your pleading. They'd rather have money than dignity. Since we've paid for their dignity, then their dignity is ours to trample as we please!"

"This..." Qingzi was stunned.

At that mont, soone in the crowd of villagers shouted at Qingzi: "This woman is also Japanese, kill her, kill her."

Lots of villagers quickly surrounded Qingzi.

Lin Chuan was taken aback, the direction of the wind had suddenly changed one hundred and eighty degrees. He hurriedly protected Qingzi, angrily saying: "What do you want to do, she has helped you!"

"We don't need help from the Japanese." Soone in the crowd provoked a loud shout: "There's not a single good thing about the Japanese."

The brutal cris committed by the Japanese soldiers during their invasion of China in Dragon Spring Village were indeed heinous and have been passed down from generation to generation within the village. Not a single atrocity has ever been forgotten, allowing the hatred from those years to continue to the present day, embedded in the genes of this generation.

"Mr. Lin Chuan, why... why do they want to kill ?" Qingzi asked, perplexed.

"Because of hatred and race," Lin Chuan turned his head to glance at Qingzi.

"But, I'm helping them!" Qingzi bit her red lips.

"Yes," Lin Chuan nodded, saying: "This is a racial conflict, but you don't have to worry. They can't hurt you."

"No, they've already hurt my heart." Tears welled up in Qingzi's eyes.

Seeing the tears in Qingzi's eyes, Lin Chuan suddenly felt a great affection for her. As a foreigner in a strange land, she had bravely made up her mind to help those she once despised. But now, these very people wanted to bite back and even take her life, causing her sadness, heartache, and despair.

Suddenly, Lin Chuan pulled Qingzi into his arms and whispered in her ear: "Qingzi, don't be sad. They are nothing but a bunch of country bumpkins."